Chapter 23
Did he end the call because of me? My thoughts are confirmed when he rises speaks "I believe you owe me an apology"
My jaw drops immediately " apology? You think I owe you an apology?"
He stares blankly at me "I know you owe me an apology for bringing strangers to my house"
"You are crazy, and even crazier if you think I'll apologise to you for what was never my fault"
Damien cocks his head to the side and smirks "ok then, you have left me no choice but to let your sister stay her, even if I don't want her to"
"What makes you think I don't want my sister here?"
"I know you two don't get along" he simply said
I look bitterly at him "so you're going to make my sister stay here just to spite me?"
Damien starts typing on his phone "exactly" I feel the rage rumbling within me so I just shrug and storm out of the room.
I'm never going to apologise to him, I'm not some helpless lady. If he wants her here just cause I didn't apologise to him the fine. I'm not going to stop him.
I head downstairs with two missions in mind.
First, get something to eat.
Second, make sure Tara isn't sleeping in my room.
Damien's POV
I groan out loud when the ringing of my phone wakes me up. Groaning I turn on the lights and grab my phone, I frown when I see the callers name. It's Sarah again, why the hell is she calling me. I check the time and it's 4am. I already warned her that i do the calling and not her. Groaning I click receive.
"Hey Damien" her extra chirpy voice sings.
I roll my eyes "get to the point, why are you calling me?"
I hear her sighing before she replies "I want to apologise. I'm sorry for meeting you guys at the club..."
"Is that all you're sorry for" Sarah must really take me for a fool, she thinks I don't know about the little stunt she pulled with Francesca in the restroom. Even if Francesca hadn't told me I suspected something and I had my source check it out but he was a little late. Since you can't get a freaking video footage for a restroom, you can have sources tell you what happened. She actually didn't know we were at my restaurant. Liza's anxious breathing reminds me of the situation.
"Yes... Hmm... Why?"
"Oh, I guessed you should be sorry for harassing Francesca in the restroom but... Nevermind, I don't care if you're sorry or not. Infact your apology means no freaking thing to me. But what I want to tell you is that whatever thing was going on between us is over. I don't want to see your calls or your face. Stay away from Francesca too, it will be good for you. I thought you were actually sensible enough, I told you from the get go that I wanted no strings attached but as always, you never listen. Don't call me again, I have important matters to deal with"
"Why?, Who is she to you?" She says in a shaky whisper.
"It's none of your business" with that I ended the call. I might not share any romantic feelings towards Francesca but she's bearing my last name and no one mystery disrespect that. Wether they are aware or not. By the way I dislike people who can't control their feelings.
Francesca still hasn't come back to the room. What is she trying to prove?
I shrug thoughts of Francesca off as I lay back down to sleep.
"I'm not doing that" I say to Sam while typing on my computer.
It's Monday morning and I'm in the head quarters of the Lorenzo industries, I haven't been here for two years. I controlled everything from Italy. It's good to be back, and I have a lot of changes to make. At least ten people are going to loose their jobs today.
But I'd love to do everything without Sam sitting opposite me in my office and trying to force me to host some type of dinner at the house.
"Come on man, it'll be great. I'm going to officially ask Liza to be my girlfriend". Sam is literally pouting. For a business tycoon like him, it's cliche.
I raise my brows and stare incredulously at him "you said it will be great, but how is it going to be great for me"
"well you could reconcile with Francesca since you both are on a no speaking terms"
" I don't remember telling you I want to reconcile with her, she's being immature and I don't have time for that" Sam gasps and face palms himself.
" You are the immature one man, you want her to apologise for something that's totally not her fault. Plus, you've been getting on her nerves for the past three days"
"I'm working here so please don't disturb me" I continue typing until Sam closes the computer and glares at me.
"please ma, it's going to be a dinner between the four of us and the three of them"
"what do you mean by the three of them, Francesca and her friend and who again. Do you plan on inviting someone else?" I ask him confused.
Sam frowns and answers " The third person is Francesca's sister. She's living with you guys right? It will be weird if she doesn't. So plus her. Do you agree?"
I stare at him for a few minutes " One question though, why does it have to be at my house"
Sam chuckles and starts heading for the door "the question is, why does it have to be at your mansion" I smirk in understanding.
Sam continues when he reaches the door "in case you didn't understand what I said, I meant you have a bigger house. The rest of us only have houses for two since we're not ready to start a family yet. We have condos, you have a mansion. Remember, your place at 7pm"
I smirk at him before nodding " I got you the fist time now f*ck off"
Sam throws his head back and laughs before going out.
Till 7pm then...