Never Giving Up

Chapter 6

Grumbling loudly, I stumble my way towards the suite door, rubbing my eyes as I go. The constant knocking on the door is enough to wake everyone who is anyone that may be staying on this floor and who is trying to sleep. If they are still asleep, it must be great to sleep through this annoying sound.

I haven't even checked the time to know what time it actually is. However, judging by the fact that it's still dark in the suite, I can only guess that it's not even sunrise. So as to why I'm answering the door at this time of the night when I wouldn't normally do so, says it all really. The knocking simply won't stop until I get up and answer the door.

I squint my eyes while my hands fumble with the lock on the door and open it far enough so I can see who is behind the loudness at the most inappropriate time. I moan when my eyes fall on the male standing before me.

"Luca," I yawn. "Wha-"

"Don't you normally get up at this time?" He pulls up the sleeve of his thin hoodie to look at his watch. "It's four thirty."

"Don't I what?" I open the door wider. "Luca, it's four thirty in the morning. I only got to bed not even four hours ago. Why are you at my door at four thirty in morning?"

"Hmm, my mistake." He pushes past me and flicks a few switches to turn the lights on on his way to the living room. "Have you never heard of lights?"

I gawk at him, letting the door close over. I follow him closely but keep my distance. "Luca, why are you here?"

"I'm taking you to see New York at one of the best times of the day," he finally answers. He looks over his shoulder at me before turning his attention to his phone which he now has in his hand. "I'll just wait here while you get dressed."

I shake my head before rubbing my eyes and yawning once more. "Luca, I will repeat what I previously said because I don't think you heard either yourself or me right – it's four thirty in the morning."

"I know."

"Why are you so alert at this time in the morning?"

"I am a man of business, Kaylee. I'm used to getting up early."

I roll my eyes at him and walk towards the staircase while mimicking his words to myself. "I'm pretty sure your daughter would rather want to spend some time with her dad on a Saturday morning."

"She's with her grandparents and has been since last night," he replies firmly.

I begin to walk back up the stairs. "Doesn't she ever ask why she doesn't see you that often when you're not working."

"Not when she has two nannies to help look after her," he says freely.

My eyes widen and I misjudge the next step, making me fall with a loud thud. My hands fall onto the wooden step in front of me to stop my face from hitting it, and I turn myself as gracefully as I can so I can sit on a step. I glare down at Luca as he stands on the first step with a concerned look on his face.

"Are you alright?" He asks with an outstretched hand like he's going to help me up.

I hold a hand up in a silent way of telling him I'm fine. "I-" I readjust myself on the step. "You have two nannies to help care for your daughter?"

I'm wide awake now at hearing his confession. My eyes have focused on him as I wait for him to answer me. I was aware of him having one nanny for his daughter, but two? Why on earth would he need two when one can easily do the exact same job as what the other is doing?

"She is only five," he adds like it's justification for having two other people looking after his daughter instead of himself.

"But she's your daughter," I recap.