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"This is not a request, Enzo. Think of it as an order. From your boss."
A growl escaped my throat, but I didn't turn around so I could take my anger out on him. He would realize soon enough how stupid this idea actually was.
"You'll hear from me in the next few days. And if you don't show up with her, we'll have a big problem."
I ignored his words and sprinted up the stairs onto the terrace and into the villa so I could get in my Lamborghini Sián and drive away as quickly as possible.
As little as I liked it, I had to admit it was a better option than actually having to sleep with her, only to provide her disgusting excuse of a father with evidence of our consummation.
I yanked open the car door, dropped into the seat, and started the engine. As it roared to life, I turned on the stereo.Glass Houseby Machine Gun Kelly and Naomi Wild blared out of the speakers without me even setting the song.
The music app's shuffle function knew me so well it had chosen an appropriate song for the current situation. Impressive. I put the car in reverse and threaded my way past the parked cars and onto the street. It took a while before I found myself on a relatively clear road and could step on the gas.
After all, it was a shame to own a car like this and not push it to the max every now and then.
* * *
As soon as I stepped through the door, I knew something was wrong. I couldn't tell what it was, and suddenly I didn't feel good that Fiero had texted me thirty minutes ago that he had to leave early.
After five steps into the house it dawned on me what was irritating me so much. The smell of food wafted from the kitchen and reminded me that I had not eaten much today.
The last few days, I had made a game out of cooking and eating at times when I was certain I wouldn't run into Amedea.
However, when I entered the kitchen and saw the table was set for two, I knew there was no escape today.
Maybe if I snuck back and disappeared straight into my half of the house?
My plan was nipped in the bud because, at the exact moment, Amedea turned around with a big grin. When she looked at me like that, it was like the sun shone out of her.
I hated it.
"Actually, I thought you'd be gone longer," she noted, stirring a pan.
There was also something in the oven, and I couldn't shake the feeling that she was pursuing a specific plan.
"Worked itself out quicker than I thought possible," I replied, pausing in the kitchen doorway.
I was pretty content to watch the spectacle from a distance and not get in her way.
"What's that going to be when it's done?" I asked, little enthusiasm in my voice.
Amedea gave me a reprimanding look but said nothing to the undertone I struck. "You've been cooking for me the last few days, so I thought it would be nice to return the favor."
Was there any way to decline the offer without being unfriendly? As if to laugh at me, not a second later, my stomach growled, loudly informing Amedea that I was hungry.
Wonderful. So the tiny chance of getting out of here was gone. I sat down at the table, reluctantly.
"Nice," I repeated awkwardly.
Where did she get the idea to stop sticking to the unspoken agreement that we were avoiding each other?
"I thought it might do you some good to have some company for a change," she continued but immediately whirled around to check on the oven's contents.
Who had given her the stupid idea that I needed company? Only one person came to mind. I would thank Fiero for it later.
"I'm actually doing great."
"You sit in your office or your bedroom all day. The only other thing you do is eat and visit your siblings occasionally. I don't think that's the definition of doing well."
