|| VALENTINA's POV ||
" He was here....", I whispered softly, looking down at the fresh flowers that were placed next to his mother's tomb. From what I heard, no one remembered his mother anymore except him. So, there was no chance that anyone else had come to pay tribute to the late hostess of the house.
Emily stated annoying, looking around the empty cemetery,
" Seriously? You care about the guy whose family is haunting you every single day to leave his side?"
I rebuked weakly, exhaling through my mouth,
" He is my baby's father. I can't help it. In fact, I don't know where to find him."
Emily suggested that after pondering for a while,
" Maybe, you should give him a call. Who knows that he might pick it up?"
I was contemplating my own thoughts. It was my decision to maintain this distance with him. Was it appropriate to give him a call?
Whatever, he was missing. My self-conscious mind shouted at me to call him urgently. Giving up retaliating, I called him finally and it went straight to the voice message, indicating that he switched off his phone.
Shit! This man..
I blurted infuriating,
" It's off! What should I do now?"
Emily sighed heavily, patting on my shoulders,
" Let's wait till tomorrow morning. Luka should find out some news by that time. You are tired and exhausted. In this state, you should sleep more and worry less."
How could I sleep at this moment?
Each time, I imagined anything bad happened to him, I felt like suffocating. It wasn't easy to move on from someone. Having second thoughts, I understood that there was nothing I could do for now. Following Emily to the house was the better option for now.
After bowing at the tomb respectfully, we started heading back to the house when Luka's call came again. I answered it super fast before it could ring for a few seconds,
" Hello Luka! Is there any news of him?"
Luka growled out angrily,
" This brat! He went to his bar to get drunk. The security has tried hard to get him out but he isn't coming out. I have an emergency surgery to attend today. Valentina, can you coax him to go back home? His staff are really worried."
Relief washed over my soul. But meeting him so soon wasn't my idea. After contemplating for a while, I replied agreeing,
" I will try, Luka..."
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The music was pretty loud in the background. It was impossible to call his name out loud through these noises. I told Emily to go back to the house as she had a job to attend from the next morning.
Holding my stomach carefully, I forwarded through the moving bodies, half drunk as they all danced like crazy.
" Excuse me... Excuse me..", thankfully no one bumped against me and I went forward into the bar, intending to check on the VIP areas first. When I went there, my eyes froze on the man under the red light. Eyes closed, a woman was hovering on top of his body. A few buttons of his suit were opened, revealing the painted skin underneath.
I couldn't understand whether he was drunk or just sleeping like that. Jealously swam into my heart when I noticed the woman was slowly approaching down, intending to grab his cock.
Burning in fury, I dashed forward to shout at the woman,
" Get off of him! NOW!!"
The woman looked like a stripper with an almost nude dress with chains and earrings, piercing into her skin. She shot me a glare to question back,
" Who the fuck are you? His girlfriend or side chick?"
I opened my mouth to refute but then realized that I wasn't his girlfriend anymore. Swallowing down the words, I sneered at her for a better response, pointing at my stomach,
" I am his baby's mother. Do you need more confirmation?"
Her eyes were widened a little in surprise. She looked deep at my stomach and finally left with a scowl on her face.
To my surprise, Lorenzo didn't open his eyes for a while. Probably, he was too drunk and wasn't in his mind. I cupped his chin, shaking vigorously to wake him up,
" Lorenzo!! Lorenzo! Wake up! Lorenzo! Get up! We have to go home!"
His eyelids fought hard to open. When he finally saw me, a look of pain crossed across his eyes. His eyes weren't clear. It was red, defining how badly drunk he was. I pressed my lips together to call him again,
" Lorenzo!"
He jerked my hands off, backing away abruptly. His eyes flashed with hatred that he felt for me,
" You...why are you here?"
I didn't know why I went to him. All I had was the urge to cry hard. I missed him badly. To know that he was suffering for me made it worse. I spoke softly, understanding well that he wasn't in his mind,
" To..get..you... home.."
He let out a loud laugh at first then sneered sounding furious,
" Sympathy? You came to show your pity on me just like her?"
I was about to respond but stopped midway to answer abruptly,
" Her...her..who?"
Was Lorenzo hiding something from me? Was there someone before me?
A heart wrenching feeling soon crawled into my heart. I kept waiting for his answer impatiently. Lorenzo ignored my question, blurting through his clenched teeth,
" Go away, Valentina! I don't want you! I DON'T NEED ANYONE!!"
He yelled furiously but the pain lacing from his voice was evident and heartbreaking. I tried to coax him, moving closer to hugging,
" Please... don't.. don't drink anymore.. Lorenzo..I am sorry if I hurt you.. Please go back home with me.."
At this point, I understood that he needed comfort. I never thought that I made him feel broken like this. As the top-notch CEO, I thought that he would get over me easily. Lorenzo did an impulsive act, pushed me so hard that I fell straight to the floor. His voice rang in the air,
" GET OUT!! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"
A sob escaped my lips as my hands went straight to my stomach.
My baby.....!!!
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" How is the baby, Luka? Is he okay?", I asked impatiently, keeping my eyes on Luka who was checking the heartbeat of my baby.
Luka assured me with a dark face, dropping the stethoscope,
" All find! I am sorry, Valentina. I told you to go over to the Bastard. He is fucking crazy!"
I bit my lips hard to hold back my cries. His words still rang in my ears when we were coming back home. It seemed like Lorenzo had a lot of secrets inside his heart which he didn't want to share with me. After he accidentally pushed me down, I had no choice but to wait for him to get fully drunk. Thanks to those waiters, they helped me, carrying him back home.
All the time, Lorenzo slept on my lap, blabbering consistently about someone who left him. He even said that I had run away after using him. He was actually comparing me with the other person who left him in misery.
Luka spoke in a cold voice, lifting up from the bed,
" Rest well, Valentina! I still have to check your baby's daddy who is practically another baby."
I smiled at him lightly and saw him leaving the room. However, Lorenzo's words didn't escape my mind for a while.
Who was the person that he missed so much even when he was dead drunk?
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|| LORENZO's POV ||
The sunlight stroked straight on my face. Letting out a groan, I opened my eyes reluctantly to discover the familiar ceiling. For a moment, I felt blank but the solid memories were no joke to my brain. Gradually, Valentina's face became clearer and I had understood that she was there last night.
Sitting up in a shot, I looked around first to find Luka, slipping through some papers. I blurted, turning his attention on me,
"Luka! Val, where is she? Wasn't she here last night? How is she doing? Did I make a fuss?"
Luka closed the book with a thud and replied with a sneer, getting up from the chair,
" Thanks to you! She managed to save the baby on time. What are you doing, Lorenzo? Do you know what you did last night? For once, can you act mature when you are drunk? There's a fucking baby in her stomach. How can you just get drunk and forget about the rest of the world?"
I squeezed my eyes shut in remorse. I had been fighting this mental disorder for five years. Whenever I felt down, I acted like a maniac to consume alcohol. Last time, it was the same fact but I failed to protect my woman and baby. I got down from the bed hurriedly, asking,
" Where's she? I have to explain to her now.."
I headed straight to the door but Luka's cold response broke me into pieces,
" She left... Lorenzo..."