46. Kylie

Chapter forty-six

Kylie

T he talk the next night never happened. We spent the evening with Rafael and Gio again. Luca and Rafael in his office finishing work and Gio and I watching another movie while we waited on them. Just when I thought Luca was about to finish work for the evening, they received a call about one of his properties. Someone had broken in and vandalized his country house.

I didn't even know he had a country house.

Luca and Rafael left to go meet with the police while Gio stayed with me. It sucks someone damaged his home, but I wasn't worried about it. I knew it was a minor inconvenience for Luca and he would get it handled. It's why I could still enjoy my time hanging out with Gio while they were off dealing with the situation.

That is until I received a text from an unknown number. It had a voice recording and while I know better than to click on it; the message had my curiosity eating at me until I finally excused myself to the restroom and listened to the recording without Gio around.

I wish I had never done it.

My world crumbled listening to that message. I didn't want to believe it. There's no way Luca would talk about me that way. There had to be a reason .

I was sick to my stomach. Which helped to convince Gio I needed to call it a night and go lie down. Once I crawled into Luca's bed, I replayed the message over and over, trying to find anything that gave away it was fake. I found nothing but his beautiful voice saying such cruel words.

Next, I moved on to rationalizing. That he said it in the beginning before he realized how much I meant to him. If he truly felt this way, he wouldn't have opened up to me last night. He never would have released me from the contract. I knew that had to be it.

But did that matter? That he could ever speak the words he did meant he wasn't the man I thought he was.

I should pack my bags and leave. No matter how he explains himself, it could never make those words okay.

I cried myself to sleep that night. At one point, I felt the bed dip, and he wrapped his arms around me. But I couldn't move. I wanted him even after all that I found out. I wanted him.

The next morning when he asked why my eyes were swollen and red, I told him I had cramps. That sometimes they're bad and this one was a bad one. It was the only thing I could think of that wouldn't have him insisting I go to the doctor and that could explain my continued melancholy.

My heart is broken, and nothing and no one can fix it.