Amedeo, Her Italian Billionaire(13)
It was too early to test the app, but she didn’t want to go further and have to debug this portion of it when she knew she’d been distracted. Now she waited for Amedeo to come home. Hopefully he would fill her in.
A casserole baked in the oven, but it wouldn’t be done for another hour or so. She hadn’t put it together when she’d planned. Once again, this woman had messed up her day. Pregnancy brain didn’t help. She could see her focus gone. This wouldn’t do as she had to work. She had to have clients. She couldn’t be unemployed even if Amedeo was paying for the baby’s expenses. She was still a freelancer and independent.
She would go back to being independent when the baby came. Assuming Amedeo took the baby. She couldn’t raise it. She had no role model from whom to take advice.
Didn’t matter. She’d make that decision later on. Nearer the birth.
She sat down in front of her computer again to look at the code she’d written earlier. None of it made sense, but she wasn’t ready to delete any of it. Her phone rang. Kalia.
“Hey, girl,” she said.
“Hey, Violet. Heard about your run-in with Reggie.”
“He’s a dick for sure.”
“He’s saying he got you to give him a blow job so he’d open up your apartment.”
“No blowjob,” Violet said.
“I didn’t think so. Who’d want to suck on that skanky penis anyway?”
Violet shuddered at the idea. She didn’t mind blowjobs, but only on the right man. She’d given Amedeo one during their night of passion, but he’d tasted good. She’d bet Reggie had diseases on his.
“Gross, for sure.”
“So how is life with the billionaire?”
“He’s not a billionaire,” Violet said. She figured Amedeo was rich, but not that rich.
“He is, Violet. I googled him. He’s one of the richest men in the country. He’s already built, then sold two companies and he just turned thirty this year.”
“Really?”
Amedeo didn’t seem that rich, then again this house was huge. Maybe she was underestimating his wealth.
“Really, Violet. I read an article in one of those business magazines a few years ago. He was considered an up and comer and now he’s made it.”
Well, then he could afford to take care of her. Not that she liked it any better because he was rich. No, it still bothered her to take money from him. “Wow. Interesting.”
“Does it change anything?”
“Not for me.”
“You aren’t thinking of him as husband material?”
The thought had never crossed her mind. “No. Of course not. I don’t want to get married. Give up my independence.”
“You’d have security.”
“I would, but I don’t like the price I would pay,” she said.
It would be far too high. She wasn’t willing to pay it.
“You’re nuts. You’d be set for life.”
“No, Kalia. It isn’t me.”
“Well, I have to get to work. Talk to you later.”
No matter how rough life had gotten, Violet knew she had to do it on her own. That was how life needed to be. She was only here until the baby came, then Amedeo could raise him or her, and Violet could go back to her life.
She sighed, looking at her coding and still none of it made sense. She shut down her laptop for the day, knowing that she wasn’t going to do any good work anymore.
Amedeo came in the front door at that moment.
“Violet?” he said from the hall.
She came out of the office and found him in the kitchen. “Hey.”
“Hi,” he said smiling.
He’d taken off his tie and unbuttoned one button of his shirt. He always looked sexy that way. She didn’t want to think of him like that, but she did. Hormones, she was sure. It meant nothing.
“Hi,” she said.
“I wanted to apologize for Tory’s interruption.”
“Oh?”
“She’s my ex fiancé. We broke up and I guess she’s decided that she wants me back.”
“I think she’d pretty determined.”
He waved a hand as if to dismiss what she said. “She’ll give up eventually.”
“I don’t think so, Amedeo. She was pretty determined. She was in your shower.”
“That’s nuts. Good riddance and I hope it’s the last I see of her.”
Violet wanted to know the story. What had happened? Might be a juicy tale. “Dinner will be ready in half an hour.”
“Thanks for cooking again.”
“I really want to ask you about that woman, but it’s none of my business.”
“I’ll tell you over dinner. How does that sound? Not my finest moment, for sure. I’m going to get changed. I’ll be back.”