58. A hell of a dinner.


    Author’s POV.


    Tito touches his bleeding nose in shock, his eyes are so wide like they are going to bulge at any minute.


    Fiore shakes her fist in pain, the punch so hard that her fist hurt but she doesn’t feel sorry for what she has done. She actually enjoyed every minute of it from the beating up of the useless witch to punching him, this is just the tip of the iceberg to her.


    Tito sniffs and squints in pain.


    He struggles to his feet and shakes his head, he never expected her to be that strong.


    “What the h*ck is wrong with you?” Tito yells still squinting, he wasn’t expecting that punch at all.


    His ego is hurt right now.


    “What’s wrong with me? You want to know what’s wrong with me!, I am sick and tired of you being such a scumbag, the kids are keen on seeing you but instead of ying your role as a father, youe here flirting with another woman! “Fiore yells angrily.


    The attention of the customers and the servers turns to them, watching them like a movie.


    ” And may I remind you, that you mean nothing to me, we are not even in a rtionship, so I have the right to flirt with any woman I desire, I thought you had your own lover, busy with that bastard called Enzo? ” Tito barks at and pegs his nose to stop the bleeding.


    “Oh… now I know what this is all about, you are just taking revenge on me because you saw Enzo and I together, you are jealous” Fiore mocks,ughing in between her statement.


    Tito suddenly recalls Shawnte telling him signs that he loves someone, you get unnecessarily jealous and that’s what is happening, he has just been having all this charade done because he is jealous.


    “I am not jealous!” Tito argues, he walks to the table and takes a small cloth and uses it to block his nose.


    “I don’t think so,” Fiore smiles mockingly.


    “You are crazy!” Tito frowns, his voice sounds muffled.


    Francesca is still on the floor recovering from the mass beating from Fiore.


    “Just admit it Tito, you have feelings for me” Fioreughs hysterically.


    This makes Tito force an uncontrobleugh “Even if you were thest woman on earth I wouldn’t love you, you mean nothing to me, it’s just the kids between us! ” .


    His harsh reply is nothing but a whopper, she means a whole lot to him but falling in love is like a taboo to him


    Fiore’s face is filled with hurt immediately, she shouldn’t be hurt, she hates him and wants revenge, this is just part of her ns but she is still hurt by his words.


    “Really?” Fiore lowers her gaze and adjusts her scattered smooth ck hair.


    Three guardses from outside and go to hold Fiore.


    “Let go of me!” Fiore screams.


    Tito watches the guards drag her out of the restaurant without lifting a finger to help her out, he sighs sadly.


    “I’m sorry, E” He mutters and sighs again but this time more deeply.


    He turns to see Francesca already on her feet, she looks almost unrecognisable, her hair is scattered, her make up ruined, her lips are swollen and she also has a ck eye, that is a lot of impact for such a short moment.


    Tito stares at her like a stranger, he is not able to put a stable gaze on her because she looks hideous like a monster in a horror movie.


    He moves close to her and calls “Francesca”


    “Don’t call my name and don’t you dare ask anything!” Francesca yells, upset.


    She touches her swollen lip in pain.


    “I wasn’t going to ask anything” thetter responds coldly.


    “What?”


    “Do you know what, you are a pretty woman but you don’t look so beautiful anymore so, I don’t like you ” Tito said emotionlessly.


    “What!” Francesca exims in surprise.


    “Yes, you look hideous right now, I don’t think I want to spend my life with you anymore, so…f**k off” Tito beams arrogantly.


    He removes the cloth from his nostrils.


    “How…could you say that, you said you liked me, that is what you said” Francesca cries


    “Well  ‘said’, that is past tense , I don’t like you anymore, period!” He replies so bluntly and harshly that she bursts into loud tears.


    “Tito, you can’t do this to me” Francesca cries.


    Tito chuckles “I just did, did you really think I was serious with you? ”


    “You must still be sick” She mutters and moves close to him to touch him but he ps her hand away.


    “You look pathetic” Tito rolls his eyes.


    “Isn’t that Francesca Mattia?” A girl said in shock to her friend.


    “Yes, so humiliating,” her friend replies.


    “She looks miserable” the former speaks with a more pitiful tone than before.


    Francesca hears thements and covers her face as the girls bring out their phones to make videos.


    “You are so mean,”an elderly woman who is seated adjacent to themments.


    “Poordy ” Another says she is much younger.


    “I will never forgive you for Tito Denero, you are such a jerk” She yells in tears and groans also in pain.


    She takes her bag and storms out of the restaurant , in tears.


    “I don’t need your forgiveness, go marry my Papa too, because I won’t marry sh*t like you” Tito yells and smirks.


    The smirk doesn’tst long because his mind reflects back to Fiore.


    ___


    Fiore takes the second bottle of beer she doesn’t drink but she buys beer in the fridge sometimes, for emergencies like this.


    “That bastard, he really said I mean nothing to him” Fiore mutters in fury.


    “I shouldn’t care,” Fiore mutters to herself.


    “You shouldn’t be upset, Fiore” she mumbles and takes a deep breath.


    Unwanted tears escape her eyes ” Fück, this is not working”


    ___


    Next morning, Fiore reaches thepany without taking breakfast, she hardly got any sleepst night.


    Fiore enters the office and Tito is already present.


    “Good morning” Fiore greets formally and goes to her desk.


    Tito raises his brows in disbelief, he didn’t expect her to greet him.


    Tito inhales and decides to follow Shawnte’s advice, he knew he took things too farst night.


    He gets up and walks to her side, Fiore notices his presence but ignores him.


    He ces some files filled with clothing designs on the table but she takes them without looking at him.


    “Take a look at them, make some copies and take them to the factory” Tito instructs.


    “Yes Boss” She replies sternly.


    Tito doesn’t have any more excuse to bear her anymore or talk to her.


    He scratches his head and asks’ Did you eat breakfast?’


    “That is none of your business, Boss” Fiore frowns.


    “I just wanted to ask because I don’t want you to fall sick on duty”


    His excuse for talking to her is reallyme.


    Her phone rings and she picks it up and answers the call.


    “Morning, Guardian Angel” Fiore smiles.


    Tito knows who exactly is calling, he folds his fists and walks briskly back to his desk.


    Fiore smirks and startsughing loudly over the phone even when it’s necessary or not..


    “What’s making herugh so much?, This is so annoying”


    “She ignored me and she is talking so cheerfully with him, I hate this feeling” Tito growls.


    ___


    After picking up the kids, Fiore takes them home, Noello insists on going to school just to see his crush, Pam.


    “Mamma, I want candy” Noelle whines.


    “No candies for you because you got a five over ten in our ss activities” Noello stuck out his tongue annoyingly.


    “You got a seven over ten, I am sure Pam was ashamed of you” Noelle retorts and pouts.


    “That’s not true, she likes me and told me that my score was impressive” Noello pouts.Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.


    “Impressive, my ass” Noelle cuss.


    “Both of you stop, please” Fiore pleads and they both leave to room.


    “Mamma, when are we seeing Papa!”


    “Never” Fiore mutters with a frown.


    “He couldn’t even apologise, such a jerk!” Fiore cries and ys with her nails.


    “Murderer, by the time I am done with you, you will wish for death, bastard!” Fiore changes her tone, it sounds so aggressive and vengeful.


    ___


    “Let go of me!” Fiore screams, her face is covered with a ck bag, she can’t see anything, she wonders how she can breathe through this thing.


    She is pulled to a spot and suddenly the movements stop, the bag is removed from her head.


    Fiore shakes her hair and opens her eyes, she squints because of the sudden brightness but opens them widely when she sees Tito.


    “W-here am I?” she stutters.


    She looks around the ce which is bright and looks like a ranch, this is not his mansion, she looks at the dinner table  rted, there are candles on the table as well.


    She turns to Tito who is looking more handsome than ever he is wearing a grey shirt that shows his muscr body,, he’s wearing ck trousers and his hairstyle is different from this morning, it looks curly and shiny, so is his beard, everything about him is awesome except the choice of colours, he never wears bright colours.


    She looks away and vindictive thoughts fill her mind, she has really been mustering a lot of hate for him.


    Tito smiles and walks to her, he cups her cheeks.


    “Err…”


    “I… just…”


    He’s stammering is upsetting , Tito has never been this nervous before.


    She stares at his fsce, his nose has a ster on it, her steady gaze on his fsce makes her recall the recording of his confession.


    “This is how you apologise, by kidnapping me, Tito, why are you so stupid?” She insults and yanks his hands off her face.


    “Do you think that because of this useless dinner and drama you’ve pulled off, I would forgive you” Fiore yells and rolls her eyes.


    “But I just want to say I am sorry, this is my own way”


    “You are sorry, sorry can’t take away all the pain you have caused me, you are a real bastard!” Fiore yells, she looks upset like she is going to kill him.


    “I know I hurt you but I am sorry, I just wanted to make you jealous” Tito defends himself.


    “How can you really look me in the eyes after everything you have done, you are really heartless, how can you sleep well and look me in the face after all the atrocities you havemited!”


    Fiore can’t seem to control her anger.


    “Fiore, What are you talking about…”


    “You deserve to rot in hell”She thunders


    He tries holding her but she wriggles out of his grip.


    “E, what’s wrong with you?”


    ” You shouldn’t be roaming around the streets, you should be where bastards like you belong, you Murde… “