The Italian's proposal

Timothy Giannatto

Timothy looked at the woman lying across from him. She was beautiful in a different way. She had a sparkle in her gaze that had coaxed him ever since he saw her in the coffee shop that morning, her hair such a dark shade just made him conjure up a thousand sexual positions where her black hair fell over them, surrounded, sweaty, wet, it was so exciting to think about, he didn’t want to think about what it would be like to make it happen. The girl was practically a mystery to him, he didn’t know her at all, and his bruised male ego screamed at him that he didn’t want to know her either.

That happened when someone broke our personal and sentimental barriers. There was no longer a single moment in his life where he did not think about the mess he had gotten into with Gia, he had trusted her blindly, for him she was a woman who represented him, who could share his problems and dreams. He had fallen into the net of a crone, one who did not even regret what she had done.

He looked back at Melody, the most innocent and spontaneous young woman he had ever met in his life. He was used to people around him doing and saying what he wanted, but that woman, with her gray eyes and murderous mouth, had shown him that not everyone was a sheep in his world. There were people like her who wouldn’t stop at what he wanted, strong people who wouldn’t let themselves get wrapped up in his world of money and falsehood.

When she passed out a few hours ago his first instinct was to hold her immediately, the girl was absolutely nothing compared to what she lifted at the gym, or the other women he had been intimate with.

She was different in every way.

But that particularly bothered him. She had to be healthy if she wanted to give birth to a healthy child. It was obvious that Melody had no idea how to be a mother, and this gave Timothy a twinge.

At first when they were in the coffee shop and she called Doyle to report that she had to go check on the baby, Timothy thought it was all a sham, because he couldn’t see anything, not an ounce extra, not a shadow on her belly, she was as flat as an ironing board.

His sensor immediately went on and he considered that she was just one of those women who looked for pity in the eyes of others, and that she only wanted, in some way that he did not understand, to get money out of him.

But he had been incredibly surprised by this explosive little woman.

She was self-sufficient and didn’t care about his money, at least that he had noticed. She hadn’t asked for his help at any time since they had left the coffee shop, instead, she had preferred to stay alone with Troy.

His phone rang at that moment and he left the room and took the call in the hallway.

“Timothy, where are you?” it was his mother.

“Hi mom” he greeted her startled by the call. His mother didn’t usually call him unless it was an emergency. He went every Sunday to lunch with them at their mansion away from the noise of the city.

“Son, why didn’t you go to the meeting today? You know it was of extreme importance. You kept everyone waiting.”

“Who... How...?” Timothy couldn’t believe his mother already knew about it.

Contrary to what he had led Melody to believe about the meeting, it was quite important that he attend that meeting, he had even had specific guidelines for over a week not to miss it.

There was a lot at stake in his family, his father had told him so. That morning was the prelude to a million-dollar deal.

And there was the embezzlement.

When his mother found out she was going to have a heart attack. She didn’t know how that damn man had gotten into her company and stolen three million dollars!!!!

Not that his finances were severely affected by this, the magnitude of money his parents had collected over the years was quite large, but that didn’t mean that three million wasn’t a pretty hefty amount, more so when he had worked so hard to be a worthy son to his parents, and a businessman capable of detecting any embezzlement or illicit transactions.

He clenched his fists tightly, almost forgetting he had his cell phone in his hand.

“Just because your father and I aren’t there, doesn’t mean we don’t know how our company is doing. Our company Timothy, do you understand well? It’s ours. What your father and I have fought for over two decades. You must put your life in order and repair whatever is damaged right now.”

Timothy knew that was true, but he also had his pride in having been an important piece in the development over the past few years of each of the companies his family and his cousin Hamlet’s family ran.

He wasn’t going to let anyone, including his mother, minimize his sleepless nights and his devotion to the Giannato family’s well-being.

“Don’t let it slip your mind that I have also been part of that progress and development mom,” he told her annoyed. “Ci sacrifichiamo tutti per avere la compagnia dove si trova attualmente.” They had all sacrificed to place the company where they had it.

“Non stai aiutando Timothy. Non hai aiutato da quando quella ragazza ha concluso la sua relazione con te,” his mother replied, speaking in Italian as well, that his view had changed since he had ended his relationship with Gia.

relationship into this mother,” he growled, “you have

in that tone, she could prove to him that she was capable of hiding his body in case she murdered him. “I don’t know anything because you haven’t come home for months, you haven’t talked to me and told me what’s going on. If you don’t tell me what happened, how do you expect me to know. You’ve made sure that

knew that woman, the one she called a beautiful, the one she had opened the doors of her home to, that she had had lunch with her and tea, that woman had been unfaithful to him, if her mother knew

had married his father when they were in their early twenties and full of dreams, soon after they had him, but this was not a stop for his parents, together they did their best and created an empire, both in cars and marketing. Timothy admired them, because despite coming from a prominent family, they had both sacrificed a lot to get where they were, and he didn’t

for the door he had left open on his way out of the

her watching as the woman got up disoriented in bed, she was so thin she almost disappeared into the

up on me Timothy

something important to sort out. I’ll call you

lot to talk about,” she was quiet for a while and then said, “your father has made a particularly important decision

something gave him a bad feeling.

and we’ll arrange a lunch this

ti

right pants pocket. A few minutes ago, he had changed his coffee-stained shirt, he threw it

“You woke up.”

I?” she asked

“In my apartment.”

watched as she opened her eyes and mouth simultaneously. She

remembering. Her eyes, other than the gray ones they were, looked like

was normal in your condition to occasionally pass out,

herself

watched in slow motion as she lost control of her body, so

you feed,” he

don’t know me,” she accused him. “Let go of me. I must go, you shouldn’t have brought me here.”

You’re sick, you apparently have no one to force you to eat, so, first, have some

me Timothy. Thank you for the offer, but I must decline. It won’t be a then I’m leaving, it will be a I’m leaving now,” she pulled away from his arms and his grip, and for a few seconds they stood staring at each other, him

she shrieked.

nearly jumped in fright at the raised tone of

Is the baby okay?” he reached out again with his arms outstretched to

a step back looking up at him with tears in her eyes, she looked so tiny and helpless to him and he felt that woman was going to stay engraved in his memory as long

not going to kidnap or anything. I brought you here because I don’t know where you live, and it didn’t seem fair to just leave you

to apologize, for her to understand that he had had no occult, macabre intentions for

never acted more selfless in his

a fainting woman in his arms. Clark helped him get her out of the car without hitting

rest and hydration, for him, who had seen and heard her say she had no money, it was only fair that he provide as

when the young woman had

even

muttered without looking at him.

ducked her head and hurriedly walked past him.

as she walked out of the room. Timothy watched

was a stride from him. He nervously ran his hand through his hair and scratched his beard, he

and sincere woman pass him by, a woman who could not hide her feelings, even if she wanted to, at least that’s what he had seen up to that moment. The girl

like an unassembled puzzle.

herself facing the granite table in the center

apologize. You haven’t done anything wrong, you apologize to me, for bringing you to my house, I didn’t think it would look so bad to you.”

everywhere but at him, which struck him as odd, as all day she had been looking straight at

something

pained him a little to have felt somehow committed to Melody,

go,” she said