The Italian's proposal

Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty

Timothy

Timothy was on his way to Melody’s parents’ house; it was the only place he hadn’t looked for. He had called her countless times on her cell phone, wasting time dialing, knowing she wasn’t going to answer.

She was tired of him and his attitude and he knew it.

“Sir,” it was Clark, he was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn’t realized they were already in front of Melody’s parents’ house.

The detective had done the job right.

She was there, she hasn’t been out all afternoon, not even to the porch.

“Shall I wait for you or come back for you later?” he didn’t know what the answer to that question would be either.

“Wait for me,” how about Melody refused to see him, she had her reasons. He screwed up big time. And Equilay Thompson’s Bahamas account confirmed it. He has been stupid, blinded by Gia’s infidelity and betrayal, he judged Melody without listening to her.

Now she was gone.

An innocent in a world full of bullets in the air.

She was hit by one, and unfortunately, Timothy was the one who pulled the trigger and sentenced.

“No,” he regretted. “Go. I’ll call you when we’re done.” He wasn’t going to leave without her.

He always had been known for being a confident man, but at that moment, with the documents the detective handed him half an hour earlier, he didn’t even know how to walk safely and calmly.

Regret and guilt were two things he never felt before, at least not to this magnitude.

He called Hamlet, asking for Devina’s number, which his cousin didn’t like, as he knew they didn’t get along, but in the end, Timothy was forced to confess that he screwed up big time.

Big and deep.

“Did you find her yet?” was the first thing she said when Hamlet put her on the phone.

“No. But you were right.”

“I usually am,” he imagined her smiling complacently, she was tremendous, that woman.

“I don’t know what to do.”

Admitting it hadn’t cost him as much as he imagined.

The truth was, if he was responsible for hurting Melody, it was appropriate to be just as responsible for apologizing and begging for her forgiveness.

He did not see himself as a man who would kneel before anyone, but neither did he see himself as one who would mistreat and hurt.

The last one already did.

It cost him nothing to kneel if necessary.

“The first thing is to talk to her, go over to her and tell her that you know she wasn’t the one who stole the money,” she told him after a while with the line silent.

“You make it too easy; don’t you remember how she beat you up for thinking I sent you?” she didn’t want to imagine what it would do to him if he didn’t tread lightly.

“It’s not that I forgot, it’s that she acted out of how we conditioned her. I realize this now.”

“What the fuck do you mean?” Devina seemed to have all the time in the world, whereas he, needed to figure everything out now. He was a pragmatic man of action, not one to make a mess and walk away without sorting it out.

“You accused her of stealing from you, of planning something as ugly as a three-million-dollar embezzlement, I tried to help her by giving her the money,” she sighed and continued. “I influenced her to believe you were trying to blame her even more. Melody didn’t see it as help, she saw it as a ploy to prove her dignity and her sincerity. Not as an escape, which was what I was looking for.”

“You wanted her to leave me?” he didn’t understand why Devina had stepped in where no one called her.

Thompson’s statement and how he smiled at her all smug and wild. “She hardly realizes

about you, I’m sorry that...” he didn’t even know what to say to

to Hamlet and then went back to him.

he

listen to her. Tell her you screwed up, tell her you’re sorry and hopefully, hopefully, you’ll get her to forgive you,” she said

now, as he stood in front of the house,

to hit him with a

him, take refuge in his penthouse and carry on as if nothing happened. But the part that contained his integrity, his

him. He recognized her, since the report given by the

look on the woman’s face, she knew who he was,

stepped aside, making way for him, which he was curious about.

banging with frying pans

wine?” she asked after inviting him to sit

to the extreme, he tried to behave as affable as possible, but it was impossible

elegant. A set of traditional mahogany furniture adorned the living room, giving it a contemporary and classic style, there were photographs of Melody and her sister as children, all the way up to their teenage years. He focused on

Melody’s mother watched him, he was used to people’s stares on him, he grew up as the son of influential people, both, in Italy and in Manhattan

And he was.

how petulant

discovering Gia’s infidelity, he lost his essence and

Because in her eyes,

he let himself

differences tonight. I’ve always told her she should stop making such a big deal out of everything,” he realized at once to whom Melody came out so talkative, for, although he was her daughter’s fiancé, in truth,

it unnecessary to let her mother

a good thing. It’s not a good thing to be constantly drowning in a

him something else, but Melody’s father came out of

Mr. Redford,” he decided to

house, he hoped not so much that his father would cut him down with a razor. The report said

of union and love, that made him question why Melody left her parents’ house, even more, because being pregnant

shook his hand for a second and released him as he looked at

she said blushing, though she had been more amused, spreading uncertainty in him, than trying to be

sit down. “Where’s Melody? I need to talk to

you will be my youngest daughter’s husband, the least we can do is invite you to dinner, so we can get to know each other,” Melody’s father sounded more

rant at

that made him feel even

to sow hatred in others at the thought of him, though it

wished he could talk to Melody alone and be able to start

you know where I can get my...?” the question died on her lips at the sight of him. Her eyes went from calm to immediately

black hair fell loose on either side of her face and down to her breasts. She was wearing white tights, which came down to her knees, with a bunny face on her knees. He noticed her eyes; they were bloodshot and cursed himself for

in the room grew heavy and it wasn’t

you alone,” Charles looked at him and the threat was implied in his eyes, but he still said staring at him.

her,” and he meant

none of my family members care

them and put a hand on her father’s back. “Leave us alone for a

of Melody’s parents, when hours before, he thought their daughter was

didn’t take it for him to realize something was going on there. Melody looked at him without fear and walked to the front porch of

low wall, made of brick, Melody sat there and looked at him

the documents that contained all the family information of Equilay and Melody herself, bank accounts of both and the proof that her brother-in-law kept the

minding that the father was absent, shouldn’t be easy. He didn’t know the root of her relationship with that guy, he didn’t care about it either. It irritated him just to think of another man being with her,

“What?”

replied taking her hand. She tried to let go, but he didn’t let her. “Look at me Melody, look me in the eyes and believe me when I say I’m sorry. I’m sorry for judging you lightly and not listening to you when you said you didn’t

and stare

“You...”

you. I know you had nothing to do with the three-million-dollar

morning...you believed...” she let out a sob and covered her mouth with

I want you to know that I know I was a bastard, and I don’t deserve you to help me, or to marry me. I don’t deserve to have you even as a friend,” he knew he was babbling, but

her head and turned away

engagement was in the paper! It was a secret between you and me. No press. Have you seen everything they say about me? That I’m a freeloader and a slut? You did that!” she began to draw in a forced breath, and Timothy worried

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