Ivano Esposito
He is smart, dashing, single and FATHER to a prankster baby. His one glare can make people beg for mercy. To keep an eye on his son he needs a 24/7 nanny service.
Idhaya Ricci
To consider her beautiful is the truth but classy? No, she...
"Umm... I can keep the bags on my lap." After clearing my throat numerous times I finally said something.
"Suit yourself. Now let's get going." I nodded and hurriedly went to the passenger seat to pick all the bags sat. As soon as I kept them on my lap I realized that was a mistake to do all the shopping in one day. But I do hate going again and again so I will withstand this torture till the time we reach home.
"I hope they are not that much heavy to carry?" I smiled awkwardly at him while he had his mocking smirk, as always.
"Umm... No. If you consider umm... 20 etto of rice, 30 etto of cornflour, and... Yes, three big coke bottles and ummm... Yes see, I also got 10 etto of wheat flour. They are not at all heavy." I said in a sarcastic tone while showing him all the items in the carry bags. (10 etto - 1kg)
"Ohh... Then you should have considered my offer." I smiled at him as he irritated me.
"Then please offer me to give you these bags. I assure you sir that they much lighter than me." I said while pressing on the word sir.
"Well, I won't. You are the employee and you expect me to carry these bags?" He said as he turned the car to hit the driveway.
"You are the boss and you expect me to let you carry me? An employee?" I countered.
"Hmm, I am impressed. Let's say you won this argument." He said.
"Congratulations to me." I scoffed when he admitted even his defeat with so much arrogance.
He drove silently without hindering my peace while I took all the weight on my poor knees till we reached the parking lot of the apartment building. I huffed looking at the bags I have to carry to the apartment. The driver helped me in loading when he picked me up, now I feel self-service will only have to do. As my boss won't help me!
I took the bags on my lap started alighting the car when suddenly the driver came up and helped me. He gestured me to get going while he will bring the bags. As much as I tried helping him, he was persistent.
I reached near the elevator where my boss was already standing.
"Where are the shopping bags?" I glared at him when he left me alone with so many bags to carry.
"Insensitive pig," I muttered. "Driver is bringing th..."
"Wait! How come the driver is here at the same time we reached? You! You had a second car following behind but still, you made me carry those bags!" I was so angry that he might have seen smoke coming out from my ears.
"Well, you never asked. You should know I am rich and I have more than just one car." He said as if that was it was my duty to know how many cars he owns.
"Ha? Seriously? Where is that man who kissed me so tenderly? This is totally a 360° change." I muttered when he went inside the elevator.
"Are you not coming in?" I shook my head.
"Let me help the driver with bags." I said and ran before he said anything. Today he irritated me a lot and I need some time off him mocking and his sexy smirk!
Sexy?
Is he?
No doubt.
He is dangerous.
'Oh boy! I am so dead.'
**** "What are you doing! You have to grind the sugar and put it in the paste. Not the whole sugar. Seriously, you are making me work more. Get out of the kitchen and let me work in peace. It's already late." I pushed him out of the kitchen.
"But..."
"Go look at decorations. Take note that turquoise orchids are placed at the entrance. Aida loves them. And also see to it that the purple lighting wires are used for decorating the railings of the balcony. Enzo loves that lighting." I said and started grinding the sugar.
"Thank god! Everyone helped with the preparations. If they didn't then Ivano would have destroyed everything with his cooking! Note to self - teach my boss how to cook." I muttered and hurriedly made the cake paste and kept it for baking. While the cake was baking I cleaned the kitchen and kept the utensils in the dishwasher and mopped the kitchen floor.
After completing the icing on the cake, I kept it simple for cooling and left it for getting ready.
**** Tristan's POV
"Yes... I just entered the building." I said as I parked the car in the parking lot. As always I am late for the special event.
"My mistake. As Emi does I also should have conveyed wrong timings." Ivy said in a frustrated tone making me laugh.
"I am sorry. I was looking for the best gift for Enzo." I said while I set my hair again.
"What did you bring? As always watch. Your best gift... Enzo has over 50 watches gifted by you. Now come fast." I pouted looking at my gift.
"My company's core product is watch! Obviously, I will gift that... Such a blunt insulting monster." I said and alighted from the car.
Suddenly a car rushed almost hitting me but pressed the break luckily before it touched me.
"What the hell!" I muttered and tried looking past headlights. Who the hell parks a car like this. I don't know who provides licenses to these kinds of people.
"Ohh my! Did I hurt you?" The voice that is repeatedly heard, repeatedly hated, shockingly without indication of the foxed person entered my ears leaving me shocked.
When I looked at her, she looked like an epitome of beauty, with such an innocent face who would say that she is a big schemer. Money loader and money lover with selfish instinct.
"What happened? Are you shocked?" She smirked at my shocked state.
"How did you leave the house? Carmelia!" With my current shock, I could only utter this.
****** The next update will be about Tristan and Emi a bit.
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