If only he loved me too novel Chapter 22

"Hello?"

"I need to see Massimo" I demand pacing around my office running my hand through my hair

"What- how did you get this number?" Peter asked confused probably looking at his phone

"That's not important, I need to talk to him," I say with a hint of desperation in my voice but I don't let it show

"I'm not his bitch, I don't know where he is," he said annoyed with this conversation already

" You are, just tell him I want to meet" with that I hang up before he could protest or call my bluff

After I met with Robert, I had no idea what was going on, his actions towards the company clearly explain that he is not back for me as much of a surprise it is, please detect the sarcasm. But why the hell would he attack his own company, I mean he was the main reason the company has had its glory but now it was down into crumbles.

I sigh in frustration and take a deep breath, hoping it would calm my racing heart. I started thinking about the time when I was at his house in Rio. He told me about his family, he was not a Price, if he was not Robert's grandson then why pretend? Is it something else? What am I missing? All these questions were making me dizzy.

All these questions were wearing me out. So, after a lot of self- arguments, I focused on getting some work done, glancing at my table a thought crossed over my mind that maybe I should start packing, maybe I will b removed from my job? Maybe be it was better to drop off he left me, kicked me out of the mansion in Rio which is a clear insult to my face if I don't take it personally.

Letting out some frustrating groan I sit on my couch and browse through my emails, decided to get pending work done I drown in it, it was also a very effective way to distract myself from all the unanswered question that was going around in my head and there was only one person who could answer those.

I was too deep into my work that I didn't realize what time it was until my PA came knocking down my door. Bidding goodbyes and good nights I leave, I leave distressed with no call or a simple text from the person in question.

I kept looking at my phone for Peter's call or a text assuring me that Massimo is ready to meet, or at least talk. Sighing in disappointment I open the door of my apartment and was met with silence, my dog usually greets me at the door as soon as I walk in but this time it was dead silent, I was scared wondering if something bad had happened to him.

"Oscar? Baby where are you?" I ask while taking off my heels and turned the lights on