Chapter 34

• Rafe glared at the closed door, his good mood disappearing as fast as she’d ran from him. That hadn’t happened as he’d expected, but then again neither had last night. He had an inkling of the type of woman she was, but he'd thought that she would want to be with him as much as he wanted to be with her, or for the very least to cling to him. He’d had women glue themselves to him for much less than a kiss and they’d, they’d gone beyond just a kiss, though not far enough. But still! He’d never given a wider opening to anyone to get what they wanted from him. He was more than ready to give her whatever she wanted, he even signed the proposal without reading it for crying out loud! Not his finest moment, but at the instance he wanted something priceless from her, so parting with a few million a year was worth it. Had last night meant nothing to her? It had meant everything to him. For one, he’d slept again, not as well as he had with her in his arms but enough to put him in a good mood. He’d even laughed at the hickey on his neck, but now…
• He stood for a while beside one of the guest chairs, his left fist punching down on the back rest in rhythm as his frustration slowly mounted. He was clearly wrong about this whole situation. The struggle wouldn’t be with his family accepting his relationship with Talia, it would be getting Talia to be in a relationship with him. Eventually his fist stilled and his head turned towards the ringing of his cellphone on his desk. He watched the lit screen for a while before he finally decided to answer it. He stepped closer to his desk, leaned over it and grabbed the noisy device. His thumb slid over the lit screen before he lifted it to his ear.
• “Che cosa?” he barked into the receiver.