Chapter 10


    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 rk 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 epted 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 rk 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,ing 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 thest 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 ced her arms across her chest, but not before Timothy noticed the effect, he had on her.


    “May Ie 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 in and simple as Melody was


    and he hated himself forparing 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?”


    “Enjoying your scent,” he said, smiling faintly.


    “Did you fall as a child? Off your head? Off the swing and your face went into the concrete?” she made


    a grimace that he found tender.


    Letting out augh he let himself be carried away by the simplicity of her conversation. She could make


    him forget everything.


    Including the situation for which he ended up going all the way to her apartment. At the beginning he


    hadn’t calcted 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


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


    some point in their lives, especially when ites to money.


    When he was in the middle of a meeting with his managers, the crazy idea urred to him, he focused


    his eyes on what was in front of them and it seemedpletely illogical to consider it, but the truth was


    that Timothy did not maintain any kind of rtionship with anyone, he had stopped hanging out with


    women since he broke up with Gia, he realized that the information about his bachelorhood had been


    leaked, perhaps by Gia herself, he no longer doubted that this woman was capable of anything and


    now all the women wanted to be with him only because his bank ount, it was true that his ount


    was quite fat, much more than any of the ounts of men of his age, the Giannato family had


    amassed a fortune for so long that only a person with a bad head could ruin it all. By the same token it


    seemed stupid and medieval to try to get him to marry to get his grandfather’s inheritance and maintain


    his status in the Giannato Enterprise.


    “Can you let me in?”


    “No,” she replied without thinking about it.


    Well, he was going to have a tough one, he told himself as he leaned back and smiled again.


    “Don’t you ever let your guard down?” he asked raising one of his bushy eyebrows. That attitude had


    dropped more panties than he could count.


    “I’m not interested in letting my guard down. I let it down once and now I’m having a baby.”


    Gee, he didn’t expect that.


    Even less after she’ d apologized in the car for offending him, he thought it was simply a spur of 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 girlcked 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 be


    a better man, a slower one, a calmer one, one who could get the world in a day and yet he did not brag


    about it.


    More than that, saying what you felt to anyone, no matter how upset you were, was a step toward that


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    “I’m sorry it went so badly for you,” he suddenly felt confused. Things were not happening as he


    imagined.


    That alone made him finally understand what she already told him, he didn’t know her, he knew nothing


    about her and therefore couldn’t imagine the answers she was capable of giving, much less of the


    reaction she was going to have when he put his proposal on the table.


    Surely, she would dly ept. He had considered the pros and cons for both of them, he liked to


    make lists in Excel, to manage by pros and cons in every important decision.


    And the one he should take in those days, was more than important, it meant his life, his work, for what


    he had fought for so many years.


    He would be left with nothing, his father was going to take responsibilities away from him, he would put


    someone in charge in each of the subpanies they owned.


    “It wasn’t all bad. I will have a son. One 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. “Will you tell me why you came here?”


    He had many doubts as the rtionship with the father of the baby she was expecting had been, but he


    understood it must be a sensitive issue, considering how she expressed herself.


    “Let mee in and tell you about it,” he said again, looking around to see that there was already a


    woman well into her fifties, watching them curiously.


    It must have been quite a sight, him in his Armani suit, with his shoes polished, leaning back on the


    hinge, trying to convince Melody to let him pass.


    “But you’re leaving for good,” she agreed, making way for him.


    “I don’t think so,” hemented as he walked in. “I have something to propose you and I don’t know if


    you want me to leave right away.”


    “I would have preferred not to see you anymore, 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 fell across her


    chest, blocking his delightful view of her small, round breasts.


    Timothy watched the silky hair fall into herp, as she rested her hands on her thighs and slowly


    watched her 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 aplished as soon as possible and his goal at that


    moment, was to get an affirmative answer from an incredible young woman, a woman he had met in a


    coffee shop and who spilled coffee on his white shirt.


    Melody inspired a strange effect in him, 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 all, there he captured


    her essence and realized, she desired him, perhaps as much as he wanted her, and this gave him an


    uneasiness in his battered heart.


    He couldn’t trust anyone else, women only hurt and took advantage of men with money, and


    unfortunately, he had plenty of it. To his misfortune Melody said anything else for a long time, she didn’t


    invite him to sit down, and he just stood there looking at her and lusting after her slender body.


    “Then what? You came here just to see me? I could send you a picture anyway, I’m sure your driver


    wouldn’t be mad about having toe and get a picture of me.”


    It was amazing the amount of nonsense Melody could jump up with in a matter of minutes. Her little


    head kepting up with wild ideas and scenarios, and instead of driving Timothy away, what she was


    doing was captivating him, fresh air to a heart full of weeds.


    “I came here to ask you to be my wife.”


    There was only one way to end it fast, heid his cards on the table without cover or warm cloths and


    hoped Melody would ept the move.


    He watched Melody’s eyes go from rxation to astonishment, from astonishment to confusion and


    from confusion to... joy.


    Joy?


    She began to giggle like a deranged woman pping her bare thighs as if Timothy had just made the


    world’s best joke.


    Timothy unfastened the button of his suit and knelt in front of her, taking her hands between his; at his


    touch she stood still and watched him with wide eyes, he captured her attentionpletely and said


    again:


    “I want you to be my wife.”


    “The joke is good, but if you repeat it, it stops being funny,” she said without letting go of his hands.


    “It’s not a joke, Melody.”


    She thought about it for a moment and the smile left her lips, the closeness bewitched Timothy and he


    without thinking, moved closer to her and poured himself on her lips, soft and creamy, she didn’t pull


    away and he felt himself die at the contact. It wasn’t two seconds before she wrapped her hands


    around his neck and pulled him closer, begging for more closeness, more of him. Timothy didn’t beg


    and grabbed her waist, she spread her legs and he was between them, feeling her warmth, her body


    almost to the fullest. They kissed greedily, with unbridled gluttony, she caressed his neck, his hair, with


    her thumbs she ran gently over his jaw and moaned into his mouth. His penis hardened in his pants


    and shivered from a touch of Melody’s delicate little hands.


    Until everything stopped and she pulled away from him like the gue.


    “What have you done?!” she eximed.


    He almost growled when the heat from her mouth was gone.


    “I think we kissed each other. It was what we wished since we saw each other.”


    “No,” she said getting up from the piece of furniture and walking past him while he was still kneeling on


    the floor, as if he were making a marriage proposal or as if he were on punishment.


    Ironic since at that moment he believed both.


    “You and only you, must have wanted it since this morning,” she continued by putting her arms on her


    hips. Her nipples stood out against her thin blouse and Timothy raised his eyebrows in amusement at


    her absurd denial.


    “Your mouth may say what you want, but your nipples do quite a bit of talking from here,” he pointed to


    her nipples and got up from the floor, shaking out his pants. He stripped off his suit then tossed it on the


    couch and tucked his shirt up to his forearm.


    “Listen to my mouth, she’s the one who can bite you if you ever touch me again,” she tossed her hair


    over her chest and her silky hair hid her own arousal.


    “I have no problem with you biting me with that little mouth of yours Melody. I already know you can do


    better things with it.”


    She let out a curse and ran both hands through her ck hair and for a moment thought she was going


    to stamp her feet as her feet jerked for no reason.


    “Why do you do that! You can’te here and say you want me to be your wife, kiss me, tell me...say


    those things to me and think it’s all right, do you think this is a fucking joke?” she walked up to him


    quickly and without giving him a chance she stood on her tiptoes and sniffed his mouth.


    The gesture caught himpletely off guard. Had she lost her mind? Would she kiss him again with


    that passion he’d already tasted?


    “You don’t smell alcohol,” and she nudged him with her tiny hands. “You can’t be serious!”


    At least that was her intention, because when she saw that his action didn’t have the desired effect she


    grumbled off to the kitchen.


    “I need coffee.”


    “Pregnant women don’t drink coffee; I don’t know if they gave you that in Mommy ss 001.”


    She melted him with her gaze, and he ran his index finger and thumb across his mouth pretending to


    zipper his lips shut.


    The night was going to be endless.


    But one thing he was sure of.


    He wouldn’t leave without a yes for an answer.