Not her.
Not the woman I hated.
Not yet, anyway. She would be here soon, though, Gio hadpromised it. Not that I trusted that asshole. He was a snake in an expensive suit, but he needed this deal.
He needed me to want his sister because he didn’t know that six years ago, I had wanted her so much that I would have married her.
Things were different now.
Because I hated her.
I hated her just as much as I had once loved her. Maybe more.
Keeping my shoulders straight, I looked down at the city below, letting my eyes sweep across it.
This was where she had been all this time. She had made London her home. She had a job and a home and friends, and she was—
The door opened again, and this time, it was Gio who walked in. His usual smirk was plastered across his face as he sauntered in and behind him…
I sucked in a breath.
Behind him was Sophia. Her long dark hair was pulled back from her face in a simple ponytail. Her body that I remembered so well was encased in skin-tight blue jeans and a simple white tee.
She hadn’t even gotten dressed up for this meeting.
In the reflection, I finally looked at her face. Our eyes locked, and the smile on her face slipped just an inch.
She was happy.
She had left me, literally left me in the middle of the night, after I thought we had agreed to a future together. She came here and built a life for herself, and she was happy.
Right until our eyes met.
At my side, my hands closed into tight fists. Turning around, I met her eyes again, and this time the smile dissolved. She looked away quickly.
Good.
Taking a step forward, I motioned to the straight back sofa opposite me.
“Why don’t you take a seat?”
“It’s good to see you again, Matteo, old friend—" Striding forward,Gio held out a hand. I ignored it completely. My eyes never left Sophia.
“Take a seat.” I was speaking to both of them, but I was still looking at her.
Gio moved first, flopping down onto his seat and giving his sister a pointed look until she perched on the edge of hers.
“Great.” Finally, I tore my eyes away from her with difficulty.
I didn’t know how it was possible, but she looked even better now than she had six years ago.
“So, let’s get down to business.”
Opposite me, Gio fidgeted. It was almost like he was uncomfortable. It should have been Sophia who was awkward, but she was perfectly still. Her hands were clasped in her lap, and her eyes were glued on them.
Was she afraid to look at me?
I hoped so.
