The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 93

Emily

I settled on the comfy couch in the patio, Alessio right beside me, as we enjoyed the beautiful evening air.

Alessio had mentioned in the morning he needed to talk to me about something important, and it had been on my mind all day. My mind raced with possibilities, the most terrifying among thEmily being that he might consider ending this with me.

With the whole revenge plan, him suddenly having to take over the business—and us barely spending time together, it wouldn't be too far-fetched.

‘I could get pussy anywhere, like I always have, so why Emily's?'

I fumbled my hands between my legs as I looked at him. He must've caught the worried look on my face because he laughed.

"What?" I couldn't take it any longer. If he was going to do it, I would rather he do it right now.

"Just take a deep breath, it's nothing serious," he said, his voice sounding light.

Hearing that, I felt a tiny bit better. I inhaled deeply, managing to calm myself down. "Yes?" I then exhaled.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" I asked, my voice steady as if I hadn't accepted the fact that he would possibly dump me just seconds ago.

"My parents will be back here in two days."

"Why?" The question tumbled out before I could think it through. What right did I have to ask why they would be coming back to their house where I was in fact the intruder?

"Because my dad wants to be there when…" Alessio breathed, not even trying to finish his sentence.

He attEmilypted again, "When…" but the words didn't want to come out of his mouth, and his gaze suggested I had to do it for him.

"When you take your revenge?" I filled in the blanks, not mentioning Jason's name. Alessio confirmed it with a nod.

"You don't have to sugarcoat it for me," I said, somehow finding strength in my voice. "When will you be leaving?"

"The day after they get here," Alessio shared.

I bobbed my head at his answer, trying to create a timeline in my head, but I couldn't. "For how long will you be gone?" I asked, the reality starting to sink in. It wasn't something to be done in one day.

"Two weeks."

"Two weeks. That's a long time," I already felt a void in my chest, thinking about his absence. We only saw each other a few hours a day, and now all of a sudden I would not see him at all.

"I know it's long," he said softly. "I need to know you're going to be okay."

I cracked a laugh at his concern, covering my mouth to stifle the sounds. "Why are you pretending like you've been wiping my ass all these years?" I looked him in the eye. "I will miss you, but I'll be fine."

Alessio smiled softly, and although my words were a bit harsh, I was certain they had put him at ease. "I just wanted to make sure. I wasn't implying you don't know how to wipe your ass."

I weakly slapped his shoulder with my hand, "I know."

Jason crossed my mind, and whenever he did, I could hardly believe what he had gotten himself into. He had taken it so far, he now had to pay with his life.

As I caught Alessio trying to figure out the meaning behind my gaze, I felt obligated to cover it up.