The Italian's proposal

Chapter 4

Melody stood still watching the man in front of her, she had no idea that such specimens existed in real life. She was used to seeing them in vanity magazines, those magazines that only showcase rich and beautiful men, sheets and sheets of pure masculinity, wealth, and luxury. Men hand in hand with women who wore clothes more expensive than a car.

“Hello? Can you speak?” the man made her react with his heightened level of sarcasm. “Can I have my coffee now, or are you going to stare at me for ten more minutes? If it’s the latter, let me know so I can sit down.”

The man was irritating.

Was nothing in life perfect? Melody blinked a couple of times and watched as the man smiled.

With perfect, white teeth, typical of someone who exuded so much power and money.

“Your coffee will come out when I’m done with the others,” Melody turned back to the machine and waited for the small shot of coffee.

She had to call Doyle back to get a technician, otherwise they were going to lose customers.

The coffee shop had a lot of regular customers, the kind you could tell just by looking at them, they were repeat customers, old men visiting old Doyle’s business.

“Are you always this annoying?”

“Whenever a man because he has money wants to walk past those already on shift.”

The customers still at the bar looked from one to the other, as if it were a fight.

Although Melody was awfully close to going over the giant’s head with a demolisher.

She smiled at her own wild thought.

“Great. Now she’s laughing to herself,” the man spoke again, and Melody couldn’t ignore him.

It was automatic with her; she always had an answer for everything. That’s why she’d had so much trouble with her parents. She’d been a talkative teenager.

“I laugh at your pushiness.” It wasn’t true, but at least she could still incentivize the man to get upset.

The Mr. Money, for some reason irritated her son immensely, and if the saying that who you hate in pregnancy, like him your child will turn out, would that be true, for Melody would love for her son to have those beautiful eyes.

She delivered the last of the coffees and packed up the order of butter rolls and muffins and dispatched two of the customers at the counter.

“I did not come with arrogance. You, young lady halfway through puberty, you’ve put me in this mood,” he squinted, and Melody watched as tiny wrinkles set in the corners of his eyes.

Melody’s life was based on going back and forth from work to home, if anything going to the supermarket or pharmacy for a pill for her puking, which had never worked out for her, and yet she kept shopping for them in hopes to stop expelling everything that touched her stomach, there were times when food didn’t even make it to her stomach, it just came back up from her throat.

So, when that Mr. Money walked into the cafeteria, Melody had unconsciously decided to have some fun at his expense and in the process, refresh her eyesight.

“I’m not a young girl halfway through puberty,” she refuted, pouring his coffee.

The chauffeur or bodyguard, or ass licker, whatever, was still standing behind the rich guy watching the door, as if a war were going to break out at any moment, it would be funny to see a pregnant Melody hitting the rich guy with a butter bun.

“That’s what it looks like. Can I have my coffee now? If you keep looking at it like that, it’s highly likely to explode on you.”

“I’ve been dealing with this stuff for a while. I’m not going to let you...”

Just as she finished the sentence, as she handed him the coffee, Melody felt a cramp in her belly, and automatically dropped the coffee to grab where it hurt.

coffee fell on the bar, splashing everything around her including the immaculately ironed shirt he

ruined my shirt! I have a meeting in less than

she was going to die from the pain, that she could lose her baby, that she

you want us to go to the hospital?” Melody listened as the driver spoke to the man, worried, and upset. She could determine those timbres of voice, as her father did the same. Concern

calls outside the coffee shop and the only number she could call was

boss to answer, while the man cursed in what she determined was Italian.

cold sweat coming down her forehead and

let out the air when she

me,” she stammered.

wrong? Too many

a hurry, shifting her weight from one foot to the other several times, as if ants

in the lurch. I need you down there...” As Doyle talked about commitments and responsibilities, Melody took a deep breath, letting the air

than a menstrual pain normally hurts, but, still, she wasn’t going to neglect herself and stand there,

family’s home. The only one she kept in contact with was her older sister, the only one who since she had left, had called her twice concerned about the situation she was

I need a cab, call a cab company... or I don’t know... I have to go; I have to go to the hospital. Something’s

have imagined, and tears

a hand on her shoulder and looked back, still holding the

“I’ll take you.”

the

“No,” she said.

Who’s with you? Hold on, I’ll be right

and Melody placed

they were the prettiest eyes that had ever looked at her. It wasn’t just the color, but the concern

position,” she looked down at the coffee-soaked shirt and blushed, she had ruined his suit, his impeccable suit. She was sure it must be worth a fortune; one she didn’t have the money to pay for. “Oh, gosh! I ruined your shirt! I’m really sorry!” this time,

ten more shirts like this, it doesn’t matter,” he said taking the weight off what happened. “You

You already said

cancel it right

he had gone from being a despicable man, to becoming a

out of his car

The driver/assistant made the requested call and nodded when all was affirmative on the other end of

didn’t tell you that I accepted. I’m not going with you to the hospital. I don’t know you at all. I don’t know who you are. I appreciate the offer and the trouble, I can even take your shirt to the cleaners, although I’m sure as you said yourself,

talk non-stop?” he asks interrupting her

a red

a red ball I don’t

her white blouse stained with coffee droplets, which had splashed from the bar.

“Great.”

few little drops of coffee are nothing compared to my shirt. Don’t make a big

any...” Melody put her hand to her cheek which was starting to

her blouse. She didn’t know what was worse, crying over it

What are we waiting to go? Look I’ve already cancelled my meeting for you. The least you can do

sir,” Melody couldn’t remember what the hell the driver/assistant had called him when he arrived. A name like díaneto or

door rang and Doyle walked in

his gaze fell on the Italian, Melody watched as his expression changed from confusion and concern to panic. “But what? Timothy? What happened? Did Melody get

she exclaimed offended.

It was all a mix-up. Now if you don’t mind. You can tell her to let me take her to the hospital. Apparently,

am pregnant,” Melody emphasized every word. The man had spoken as if he was questioning her

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