And I’m thrilled by the idea.
I’ll make her mine. As soon as I think she is comfortable with it - I’ll ask her to marry me.
I can’t ever let her get away from me.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Misha
Vincent had to go into the office today to help his son sort something out. He has handed over his empire to his oldest son, Masaccio, but he still helps him from time to time.
And because he is away today, he gave me permission to spend the morning with my mother in her new apartment. I’m so excited.
I have my beautiful car back, you can’t even tell it was in a little accident. I’ve just left the mall where I stopped to get mom a few things for the apartment, a gorgeous bunch of flowers and to stock up on snacks and things for brunch.
Vincent insisted that I turn on my location tracking on my phone and I was more than happy to do that for him.
I would do anything for him.
Each moment that passes makes it harder to deny the fact that I am completely and utterly falling for him.
I want to tell him, but I have no idea how to do that without freaking him out. How do you tell a man like him you love him? A big part of me is terrified that this is all a game to him - but then the other part of me is convinced that everything he does for me - he wouldn’t do that if he didn’t care.
But caring for someone is different to falling in love with them.
And for all I know it might not be the samecarethat I think it is. I could care for a pet kitten. I could care for a puppy. Apet.And that is all it might be. A little pet. A source of amusement.
Sighing loudly, I wring my hands around the steering wheel.
Maybe I need to take a chance. Take the risk and just tell him how I feel.
What’s the worst that could go wrong?
He might tell me to leave.
No.
I think he would more likely be flattered and enjoy the adoration I have towards him. He would revel in it. He might not feel the same way towards me - but that is where the genuine risk comes in. It would break my heart to find out that none of this is real.
That it’s all just a rich person’s game.
OK, but today is about catching up with my mom.
So, I push all the worries my heart is carrying aside and by the time I climb out of my car outside her apartment building I’m focused solely on my day ahead with her.
The groceries are heavy to carry by myself, but I got them all into the elevator and punch in her floor number. Then when it opens, I keep my foot in the way until I’ve unloaded them all into the passage. Then I knock on her door and wait.
She opens the door and immediately pulls me into a hug.
“Misha.” She exclaims happily. “What is all this?” She asks, glancing at my feet, at all the shopping bags.
“Lunch, some things for the apartment, help me carry—” I bend down and pick up a few bags. Mom does the same and we walk into the kitchen where she unpacks them onto the counter.
It’s the first time I’ve visited here since she moved in a week ago.
“How are you mom? Are you happy here?” I ask.
She looks up at me and shakes her head. “Honestly, I still can’t believe it. I can’t believe my own beautiful daughter is doing so well and she—” She stops talking mid-sentence and stares at my face. Her brows knot and a soft smile spreads across her cheeks.
