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.

restaurant and how he gave her Equilay Thompson’s statement and how he smiled at her all smug and wild. “She hardly realizes what the world is like. Did you ever stop to think how hard it must be to be pregnant and exiled by your own parents? I didn’t have anyone growing up to

that...” he didn’t even know what

I want you to understand is that you must be empathetic, put yourself in her place, understand her or at least try to,” she said something to Hamlet and then went back to him. “I know you like her, if you weren’t attracted to her, you wouldn’t be

thanks,” he said

hopefully, hopefully, you’ll get her to forgive you,”

he stood in front of the house,

wanted to hit him with a broom,

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

for him. He recognized her, since the report

the look on the woman’s face,

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

with frying pans

or wine?” she asked after inviting

to behave as affable as possible, but it was

style, there were photographs of Melody and her sister as children, all the way up to their teenage years. He focused on Melody automatically, her face hadn’t changed a bit. She was smiling at

to people’s stares on him, he grew up as the son of influential people, both, in Italy and in Manhattan and most of the world. His last name opened doors for

And he was.

now how petulant he

he lost his essence

him so harshly. Because in her eyes, he was

he let himself appear to the

settle your 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,

he found it unnecessary to let her mother paint her as a

thing. It’s not a

the woman wanted to tell him something else, but Melody’s father came out of one of the rooms at that moment and stared

he decided to take the first step and

at his parents’ house, he hoped not so much that his father would cut him down with a

something did not fit in all that, as it seemed as if the family was a jewel of union and love, that made him question why Melody left her parents’ house,

Redford, Melody’s father,” the man shook his hand for a second and released him

though she had been more amused, spreading uncertainty in him,

said as he agreed to sit

are having a family dinner, since you will be my youngest daughter’s husband, the least we can do is invite you to dinner, so

hadn’t rant at him or told him what kind of relationship they were starting to

detail that made him feel even

at the thought of him, though it was

could talk to Melody alone and be able to start from scratch with

I can get my...?” the question died on her lips at the sight of him. Her

thighs, her white skin stood out attractively. Her 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

the room grew heavy and

threat was implied in his eyes, but he

and he

family members care

up to them and put a hand on her father’s back. “Leave

phony standing in front of Melody’s parents, when hours before,

your mother told me your sister is coming for dinner,” Melody didn’t look at her mother, but it didn’t take it for him to realize something was going on there. Melody looked at him without fear and walked to the front

relatively low wall, made of brick, Melody sat there

herself, bank accounts of both and the proof that her brother-in-law kept the money in an

him quizzically and wrinkled her brow. Her big gray eyes were undaunted. She was strong. One of the strongest women he knew, taking care of a child alone, never minding that the father was

“What?”

her hand. She tried to let go, but he didn’t let her. “Look at me Melody, look me in the eyes and

and stare

“You...”

I know you had nothing to do

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

that I know I was a bastard, and I don’t deserve you to help me, or to

lifted her head and turned away as

me? That I’m a freeloader and a slut? You did that!” she began to draw in a forced breath, and Timothy worried about her well-being. “You feel good, telling me you’re willing to give me anything, don’t you? That’ s got

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