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?”

your scent,” he said,

and your face went into the concrete?”

by the simplicity of her conversation. She could make him forget everything.

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

was capable of anything and now all

you let me

she replied without thinking

he told himself

ever let your guard down?” he asked raising one of his bushy eyebrows. That attitude had dropped more panties than he

let it

didn’t expect that.

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

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

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

imagine the answers she was capable of giving, much less of the reaction she was going to have when

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

than important, it meant his life, his work,

to take responsibilities away from him, he

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.

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

he said again, looking around to see that there was already a woman well into her fifties, watching

sight, him in his Armani suit, with his shoes polished, leaning back on the hinge, trying to

good,” she

commented as he walked in. “I have something to propose you and I don’t know if you want me to leave

but we’re not 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

eyes 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

somewhere between affection and a desire to protect her 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 that she did not fear him, that she did not fear him at

it. To his misfortune Melody said anything else for a long time, she didn’t invite

me? I could send you a picture anyway, I’m sure

Her little head kept coming up with wild ideas and scenarios, and instead of driving Timothy

to ask you to

the table without cover or warm cloths and hoped

relaxation to astonishment, from astonishment

Joy?

deranged woman slapping her bare thighs as if

taking her hands between his; at his touch she stood still and

to be my