*Vincenzo's POV*
"I am going to Russia for business."I .
It didn't help that I was being particularly hostile this evening,she argued with me for breakfast and decided to spend the rest of her day chit-chatting and swimming with Zane while I had to deal with the possibility of what Chyna told me.
That couldn't be true--
She sighed and pulled away some strands stuck to her face and I got enraged again as the memory of her giggling in the pool returned to me.
Zane probably knew how long her hair was,how carefree her laugh sounded,how energetic she was and I-well, I had to sit up in my office all day,hearing echoes of it from afar distract me.
I noticed her eyes focused on me and I returned the look.
"Is that why you insisted we have dinner together?"
"No" I stabbed my meatball. "My parents are still here,we have to at least pretend we have a cordial relationship."
Her shoulders dropped.
