The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 88

Emily

Sitting in the dark kitchen, I waited for Alessio to get home. It was already well past midnight, but I didn't care. I would sit here and wait for him the whole morning if I had to.

I couldn't shake off the thought of him at an escort agency, and got sick to my stomach every time it would cross my mind.

Pilar had already gone to bed, as she was against the confrontation. She had painted a picture that cheating was a common thing among these men, she was the one who told me to stay on top of everything—and now that I was doing just that, it had all of a sudden become a problEmily.

I took a sip from my tea, a million thoughts going through my head. Would he still be with whoever he met at that agency?

Right at that moment, he finally came walking into the kitchen. Our eyes locked, but neither of us said anything. He wasn't smiling, and he wasn't in a good mood.

"What are you doing down here? You should be in bed," he said, his tone a bit cold, or maybe I was just imagining it.

I got up and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Then I lifted myself onto my toes to plant a kiss on his lips.

Really, I was just trying to catch an unfamiliar scent so I knew I wasn't going crazy.

Man, I was behaving like some kind of fool and was moving like one of those women who were obsessed with their man.

In the past, I used to laugh at situations like that, but karma definitely had its way.

I patted Alessio's chest, forcing a smile as he shot me a puzzled look. Why was he so tense?

"What were you up to today?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

His eyebrows knit together, and then he let out a chuckle, "I don't have time for this. You know what I was up to. You followed me," he spat before heading straight upstairs, leaving me standing there.

He knew.

I hadn't expected him to call me out and didn't know whether I was Emilybarrassed or frustrated because this wasn't how I imagined our night would end.

I quickly ran behind him. "It wasn't even like that. I was out, I saw you drive by and yes, then I followed you," I blurted, trying to explain, although I knew how pathetic it sounded.

I pushed further when he didn't speak back. "If you knew, that means you had enough time to think about what you're going to say."

By now we had already reached upstairs. Alessio was gentlEmilyan enough to guide me into the room with his hand behind my back, then he closed the door.

"Hello?"

As he moved to the closet, I trailed behind him, not ready to let the situation go just yet. If he was really that innocent, he would've denied it—instead of ignoring me.

"Hello? I'm talking to you."

"What do you want me to say, Emily?" he asked, annoyed.

"I want to know what you were doing at an escort club," I dEmilyanded, equally as frustrated.

Alessio sighed, "I'm sure you were hoping I was sleeping with other women so you could have your gotcha moment—but unfortunately for you, I wasn't," he spoke, throwing his shirt over his head.

He felt offended by me accusing him of being a cheater, and it hit me how much I might've hurt him with my unconfirmed suspicions.

"If you knew how I feel about you, you would know that I would never ever do something like that to you," Alessio said, and I could hear the disappointment in his voice, making my heart twist with guilt.

"I believe you," I replied quickly. "I don't want to start a fight—I just want to know what you were doing there. That's all."

"It was for business."

"What kind of business?" I pushed, needing to understand.