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Chapter 121: I Want To Do Something Special Chapter 121: I Want To do Something Special Angelia

I hadn't e t even realized the boat had been moving until it stopped and Riccardo gestured for me to follow him outside. I had been too busy snuggling up to one of my men to notice anything but him. That was cheesy but it was the truth, they all look up all my attention when I was with either of them and I wouldn't have it any other way.

The bow of the yacht was decked out with a round table set for two people. When we got closer, I saw beautiful rose petals strawn beautifully on the tablecloth. A bottle of what looked to be red wine was placed off to the side with a spread of crackers, cheese, grapes and salami. With the

Do you like it?"ew of the city in the background, it was ridiculously perfect for my first ever date.

"He asked while pulling out a chair for me.

не

"Are you kidding me? This is...." I trailed off, trying to replace the words.

love

it," In "I mumbled.

"But you didn't have to do all this, you know. I would have been totally fine eating a burger at one

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in the city."

of the restaurants in

I could have been in any place and still love it because I was with him. I hoped he knew that. He

I

smiled at me, noticeably relieved with my response.

"I know, I just wanted I to do something special." He opened the wine bottle and poured it to us

both. Looking at the rose petals, I picked one up.

"Who put these here?"

They

would have been blown away with the wind when we were driving, so that means it was decorated when we stopped.

"The chef set the table for us, I would have done it myself but I wanted it to be a surprise."

Damnit, this man was blowing my mind right now with his sweet gesture. I hadn't known him to be this romantic but I loved seeing this side of him. I almost didn't want to grab anything from the cheese plate just because it looks so beautiful and I didn't want to ruin the arrangements but it also looked too yummy not to eat. Using a knife, I spread some cheese on a cracker and popped it into

my mouth and it tasted just as good as it looked. My father would have loved this, he was a

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"This is amazing." I gushed, reaching for the food the second time.

"I am glad you like it, but don't eat until you are full. I want to have some space for dinner."

"But I thought we had dinner earlier?" He chuckled.

"I would never feed you a mere salad for dinner, that was just so you wouldn't go hungry until our date."

This man really did think of everything. A slight breeze was playing with my hair and I blushed a strand from my lips. Aside from the gentle waves, it was utterly silent. Having lived in the city for so long, the silence was never truly silent. There was always some type of sound in the background. Being here, away from it all was like heaven and it was peaceful. Hang

gon, I will be right back." He stood up from his chair all of a sudden and disappeared inside.

While he was gone, I grabbed another cracker, three of these wouldn't make me full but any more and it just might. He came back a minute later with a wool blanket and draped it over me. I had noticed I was cold until he covered me up.

"I would have given you my jacket but this would warm you up better." He said and kissed my forehead before retreating back to his chair. "Thank you," I smiled at at him, my eyes filled with emotions at his thoughtfulness. The water danced beneath us in "What are you "The

heath us in the moonlight and the sky was cloudless, I stared up at the sky, looking at the stars I hadn't seen clearly in years. The city usually obscured the stars with its night lights, a smile tugged at my lips as I located my favorite constellation. at?" He asked softly. and Cassiopeia, there is this myth about her that she was vain." I replied. "But?" He prompted, hearing I had more to say about her.

constellaticking at?

"But the mythology behind her story is thousands of years old. Women were perceived a whole different way back then, so when I first learned about her, I made up my own story. One where she wasn't vain, just comfortable in her own skin. Instead of being uncertain about her body, she to hide that fact."

liked how she looked and she didn't to

It was how I wanted to be confident and at ease in the body that gave me life.

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"I have honestly never thought about mythology but I rather like your version." His comment made my smile widened.

A man joined us outside, interrupting our conversation. He was carrying two steamy plates and with a bow and he placed the food in front of us before promptly leaving us alone again. The plate was beautifully decorated with a juicy looking steak topped with sauce. The smell of the food was mouthwatering and it looked like something that would be served at one of the best restaurants. in the city. Suddenly, I was really glad we had a light meal earlier so I wouldn't be too full. He was truly a thorough planner. "I remember how much you liked the steak you had the last time so I figured I couldn't go wrong with that.

"You are right, this looks delicious." I smiled

For a while, we simply savored the food. It was as good as it looked and the taste of it exploded in my mouth and the potato practically melted on my tongue. As much as I respected vegetarians, I lacked the willpower to resist the temptation of well seasoned and perfectly cooked meat. We had small talks while we eat, it wasn't anything of importance but even a tiny peek at what was going on in his brain held my attention. "So, do you want to tell me the story about the boat?" I possess it as a question because it was.

I would never demand him to share something he wasn't ready to part with. I saw myself as an open book, mostly because I sucked at hiding my own feelings. Still, people were different and not everything was easy to talk about. If he wanted to share, I would be happy that he trusted me enough to tell me. But if he didn't want to, then that was also completely fine which was something he needed to know. Before he could respond, I continued. "But if you are not ready, you don't have to. We could always replace something else to talk about." He shook his head.

"No, it is okay. I want to let you get to know me." He said, referring to the conversation we had inside the living room.

Nodding, I waited patiently. I could practically see the wheels in his head spinning, trying to replace. the best way to broach the subject about his father, I had figured there was a reason he hadn't mentioned him before or his mouth for that matter.

"I told you that my father and I didn't have a great relationship, it was complicated and it messed me up." He admitted, tugging at my heartstrings..

"He was a successful business owner, known to the world as a charming billionaire and a devoted

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family man." He barked out a laugh as if the notion was absurd.

"But I knew him for what he was, my father was a liar and a cheater. He had mistresses in every fucking city that I am sure of and one of them was my mother." He spelled out the words like it was poison on his tongue.

"All I know about her comes from my grandparents, my mother was egocentric and always chasing down a new idiot that could pay for the life she craved and she happened to meet my father. Then later came me, of course, my father was a devoted family man and he fought to keep that image. He already has a wife and children, two mother and me with open arms. What children. So he couldn't exactly welcome my

the public know about that?"

His voice was filled with an anger that was so deeply rooted I could feel it in his voice. But in that anger, I could also hear the hurt which was way worse to ignore. I wanted to close the distance. between us, I wanted him to know I was here for him but I didn't move. I had to let him finish, this was clearly something he needed to get off his chest. Afterwards, I would give him whatever he needed comfort or escape from the hurt he felt. Chapter Comments

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