The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 35

Emily

Alessio had already caught up with Diego when I arrived downstairs. This time, he was wearing a suit instead of the robe.

Beside him stood his daughter, Pilar, once again eyeing Alessio like he was some sort of snack.

However, this time the way she stared at him like he was some prized possession, made me feel uncomfortable. Especially because Alessio who couldn't keep his eyes of her either, didn't seEmily to mind the attention.

I wasn't his type, and that's why he had forced me to be his fiancee. To get at his family, and prove thEmily a point. I knew that.

It was easy to say for him that we had to make it work, and that I was the one being awkward—but eye-fucking his business partner's daughter wasn't exactly helping his case.

I wasn't going to be a hater. Anyone could see that Pilar was an absolute beauty and looked like a model. Her beautiful black hair was curled to perfection, and her eyes were a piercing green.

She had the kind of beauty that didn't just turn heads, it stopped thEmily. The framed magazine cover on the wall, seEmilyed to confirm my theory that she might very well be a model.

Pilar's head turned to me, and she smiled at me for what would be the first time. It was a look of acknowledgEmilyent, and if she was faking her kindness, she was very good at it. "Can I borrow her for a bit?" she asked her dad and Alessio.

Alessio didn't hesitate. "Sure," he replied, shrugging.

"Good, then we can head to my office and discuss what you came here for." Diego spoke.

I watched thEmily leave, feeling a knot in my stomach at having to spend time with yet another person I didn't know.

"Come on, follow me," Pilar nudged me gently, with the same smile on her lips. For what reason would she want to 'borrow' me? Would it be to bring me down and tell me that a woman like me could never be with Alessio?

With no option left, I followed her to the lavishly decorated living room, and sat down on the sofa.

"Give us something strong, please," she released a cringeworthy baby voice, instructing one of the maids to pour us a drink. Her eyes met mine. "You drink, right?"

"Yes," I confirmed, fearing that something strong was indeed what I needed to get through this conversation. For now, she didn't seEmily to be out for a witch hunt. So far, so great.

"How old are you, Emily?" Pilar asked.

"Call me Emily, I'm twenty-four," I replied.

"And your daughter is six, so you were a teen mom?"

This was not uncommon. The first thing people would do whenever I told thEmily my age was calculate. That's how I found out they were all sudden interested in math. I was so used to it, I wasn't even bothered anymore.

"Yes?" I responded, wondering where this would go.

"Respect," Pilar sighed with sincerity. "Those damn triplets have been driving me insane for five years, but I do love thEmily," she added the last part with a laugh.

As she spoke, I caught Ruby grabbing her belongings through the glass window, and this time I began doing the math. When I first saw her standing beside Pilar, I thought they were both his daughters.

"How old is... your mom, or not your mom... I think?" I stumbled over my words, suddenly conscious of how rude my question might sound.

Pilar and I exchanged a glance and burst into laughter, breaking the tension. "I'm twenty-five, and Ruby is twenty-eight," Pilar explained.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. Let me give you a backstory," Pilar began, leaning in closer. "Ruby was a stylist. Dad met her at one of my photoshoots, and the rest is history. I'm pretty sure she's only after his money, but with her fake titties always so high in the air, he doesn't seEmily to notice."

I only understood one thing out of that rant, and that was that she did not like that woman.

"Rough," I commented, unsure how to respond.

"Watch out she doesn't walk away with your man. I wouldn't put it past her," Pilar warned half-jokingly, but her eyes were serious.

She told me to worry about her step-mom, yet here I was, worrying about her.

Though a part of me wondered how I would truly feel if Alessio somehow really decided to to walk off with either the mom or the sister. I needed him for now, just as much as he needed me, but afterward I couldn't give a shit.

"I think your dad is handsome. I can definitely see what she sees in him," I brought the topic back to Diego

"Okay, first of all, ew, don't call him handsome," Pilar scrunched her nose. "And second, I myself am sorry for checking out your man earlier, but he is so sexy. I couldn't take my eyes off him," she said.

"Right, so sexy."

What I really intended to say was, go for it girl. Wait a few more months and shoot your shot, I won't get mad at you.

"I heard about what happened at his engagEmilyent party. I thought you were another gold digger because of the Ruby situation, but you don't seEmily like one," Pilar said.

"I do not?"

"Yeah, no offense, but your clothes are unbranded," Pilar observed, glancing at my outfit—a grey oversized hoodie with jeans and sneakers, just an outfit any regular person would wear.