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 concrete?” she made a grimace

laugh he let himself be carried away by the simplicity of her conversation. She could make him

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 to its highest level, did he make mistakes? Of course, he did. Everyone makes

the crazy idea occurred to him, he focused his eyes on what was in front of them and it seemed completely illogical to consider it, but the truth was that Timothy did not maintain any kind of relationship with anyone, he had stopped hanging out with women since he broke up with Gia, he realized that the information about his bachelorhood had been leaked, perhaps by Gia herself, he no longer doubted that this woman was capable of anything and now all

you let

replied without thinking about it.

was going to have a tough one, he told himself

raising one of his

interested in letting my guard down. I let it

didn’t

him, he thought it was simply a spur of the 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 not always well received what one thought of others and he was quite clear about that, the business world had helped him to be a better man, a slower one,

saying what you felt to anyone, no matter how upset you were, was a step toward that person having control of you without realizing it. To

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

told him, he didn’t know her, he knew nothing about her and therefore couldn’t imagine the answers she was capable of giving, much less

and cons for both of them, he liked to make

meant his life, his work, for what he had fought for so

take responsibilities away from him, he would put someone in charge in each of

a son. One that will be mine alone and I won’t have to share his love,” she spoke to him eagerly, feeling every word, her puffy eyes sparkled with joy and he was fascinated by that. “Will you

doubts as the relationship with the father of the baby she was expecting had been, but he

around to see that there was already a woman well into her fifties,

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

leaving for good,” she agreed, making way for him.

so,” he commented as he walked in. “I have something to propose you and I don’t know if

for what I want, aren’t we?” she walked 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

slowly lose the sleepiness he had observed when he arrived. He cursed himself for having woken her up, but he couldn’t wait 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 an affirmative answer from an

that he never felt for anyone in his life. She exuded an air of vulnerability, as he looked straight into her gray eyes, they gave him a hint

he had plenty of it. To his misfortune Melody said anything else for a long time, she didn’t invite him to sit down,

picture anyway, I’m sure your driver wouldn’t be mad about having to come and

little head kept coming up with wild ideas

to ask you to

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

relaxation to astonishment, from astonishment

Joy?

deranged woman slapping her bare thighs as if Timothy had just made the world’s best

front of her, taking her hands between his; at his touch she stood still and watched him

want you to be