The Italian's proposal

Timothy

The woman was a mess, her hair was tied up in a bun that reached almost to her forehead, her eyes were a little puffy and Timothy was immediately concerned, even though she had left his apartment a little embarrassed, he didn’t think she was that affected by the fact that he had taken the audacity to take her home when she fainted.

He just acted on impulse after Troy had told him she just needed to rest and get something to eat.

He caught himself getting in the car and telling Clark to take them to his penthouse.

It was amazing how someone trying to help another person made them feel offended and, in that case, Timothy was incredibly surprised, no one had ever refused help from him, it always had a positive effect on people. Even without needing his money, when he showed up, they had thousands of bills to pay, familiars sick, starvation and other barbarities. Everyone willingly accepted his meddling, except Melody. She who, with her huge gray eyes, was looking at him at that moment wide open in amazement at his visit.

It wasn’t at all difficult for him to track her whereabouts, considering that Clark had taken her to the apartment that very afternoon, after she had left his house in a panic and almost trembling, after finishing lunch with her mother and resolving a matter of utmost delicacy and importance, he didn’t think twice about going to see her. He felt guilty about how the poor pregnant woman had taken off. Timothy was not normally a man who instilled fear, so he was almost in shock at having witnessed Melody’s reaction.

His desire to see if she was okay aside, there were other details that made him go to see her.

“Timothy,” the whisper of his name, coming from Melody’s delicate lips, made him feel perverted by the sensations it caused him.

The woman was expecting another man’s baby!

Timothy found himself tempted by a growing interest in the damsel in distress in front of him. When was the last time he had felt something like this for someone?

It wasn’t just a physical thing, it was a feeling, something that went beyond that and it terrified and overwhelmed him.

But this had changed when he met Melody that morning, she was different, in every possible way, with her gray eyes between confused and infuriated, he could see it all in her face and it captivated him.

Melody looked like a schoolgirl, yet seductive with her messy hair, pajamas that in a few months would no longer fit her due to her growing pregnancy and her bare, seductive feet with her toenails painted in a metallic blue.

Although, to his taste, the color was unappealing. She would look good in something more subdued; she didn’t need extravagant tints to stand out.

The thought made him almost run away, what was it about this woman that made him think such things?

“Hello?” she said again and he almost cursed as he realized he had been staring at her.

Melody placed her arms across her chest, but not before Timothy noticed the effect, he had on her.

“May I come in?”

“What do you want? You came to cash me in for this morning’s favor? I told you I don’t have a dime,” she had her arm draped over the door hinge and looked at him with narrowed eyes. “What did you come for Timothy?”

As he watched the young woman looking for the right way to get her to let him pass. He thought of all the differences this one had with his old girlfriend; Gia was not at all as plain and simple as Melody was and he hated himself for comparing them at that moment, but it was an action impossible to stop. He leaned a little towards her until he almost touched her arm on the door frame, Melody didn’t move, she watched him as if they were in a dream and didn’t believed that he was really in her front door.

“What are you doing?”

he said,

and your face went into the

carried away by the simplicity of

hadn’t calculated it in the best way, he even thought it was stupid what his parents were proposing, what they were forcing him to do. He was a thirty-year-old man! He was a grown man, one who took the company

capable of anything and now all the women wanted to be with him only because his bank account, it was true that his account was quite fat, much more

you let

replied without thinking about

one, he told himself as he leaned

your guard down?” he asked raising one of his bushy eyebrows.

letting my guard down. I let it down once and

he didn’t expect

moment thing, something to be sparking and blurt out the first thing that popped into her head, but Melody definitely had no filter whatsoever, she spoke her mind and at that moment, he realized the reality: the girl lacked perhaps to polish that part of her life, because it was

step toward that person having control of you without realizing it. To give information that caused us harm to a stranger was

you,” he suddenly felt confused. Things were not happening as

he knew nothing about her and therefore couldn’t imagine the answers she

considered the pros and cons for both of them, he liked to make lists in Excel, to manage by pros

he should take in those days, was more than important, it meant

take responsibilities away from him, he would

alone and I won’t have to share his love,” she spoke to him eagerly, feeling every

she was expecting had been, but he understood it must be a sensitive issue, considering how she

around to see

Armani suit, with his shoes polished, leaning back on the hinge, trying to convince Melody to let

you’re leaving for good,” she

in. “I have something to propose you and I

over to a faded couch and sat down, crossing her legs. She let her hair down and it fell across her chest, blocking his delightful view of her

any longer, it was past eight o’clock at night, and when he focused on something, it deserved to be accomplished as soon as possible and his goal at that moment, was to get

vulnerability, as he looked straight into her gray eyes, they gave him a hint that she did not fear him, that she did not fear him at all, there he captured her essence and

women only hurt and took advantage of men with money, and unfortunately, he had plenty of it. To his misfortune Melody said anything else for a long time, she didn’t invite him

a picture anyway, I’m sure your driver wouldn’t be mad

of nonsense Melody could jump up with in a matter of minutes. Her little head kept coming up with wild ideas and scenarios, and instead of driving Timothy away, what she was doing was captivating him,

ask you to

end it fast, he laid his cards on the table without cover or warm

eyes go from relaxation to astonishment, from astonishment to

Joy?

like a deranged woman slapping her bare thighs as if

of his suit and knelt in front of her, taking her hands between his; at his touch she stood still and

you to be my