Amedeo, Her Italian Billionaire (16 page)

“You’re pregnant, Violet.”

“I don’t like to use that as an excuse.”

“But it’s true.” He came around the desk, leaning his butt on the edge. “Hormones are crazy things.”

“I guess.”

She frowned. He leaned, putting his hand under her chin to bring her face up to look at him. “It’s okay, Violet. You’re doing great work here. I promise. Carl has nothing but good things to say about you. He feels as if you’ve gone above and beyond your task.”

“Okay. If you say so. I just hate to be bored. I like to be busy.”

“I understand that. And we’ll be busy tonight finding a place for you to live. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. Tired.”

“Are you too tired to go out tonight?”

“No, let’s do this. It will be a load off of my mind if I know where I’ll be living.”

He nodded. He thought that he’d miss her when she moved out. He’d never shared his place with anyone. Tory had stayed the occasional night, but never more than two in a row. She liked her own place. She’d wanted him to move into her place, but he didn’t want to be in view of her parents.

They’d never settled that argument and then they didn’t have to. He sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Violet asked. “You look a little stressed.”

“It’s these negotiations. They should be going smoother.”

She stood then patted the chair she’d been in. “Sit.”

“Why?”

“I’ll rub your shoulders before I go back to my desk.”

He would take that. He sat and she massaged his shoulders. “You should get a real massage.”

“I’m not one for a stranger’s hands all over me.”

Violet laughed. “You didn’t feel that way when you brought me home that night.”

He had to chuckle. “Okay, then I can’t imagine it without a happy ending.”

“Seriously, Amedeo. Massages are good for you. They relieve tension.”

“So does sex.”

“You don’t do that at work.”

“Well we proved that wrong,” he said.

She stayed quiet. He closed his eyes as he could feel the tension leave his body. He wanted to stay here for a day or so. She finished. “I need to get back to work.”

“Thanks for the massage.”

“You’re welcome,” she said over her shoulder as she left.

He stayed in the chair for a moment longer, enjoying the afterglow. She did have expert hands. Not only did he like her hands, he liked her. She was easy going. Nutty in her own way, but not in a way that he couldn’t handle. What was he thinking? This wasn’t permanent. They were lovers. Sex buddies. That was it.

Madge came in with some papers for him to sign. “Did you forget where your desk was?”

“Violet gave me a massage and it was easier to do it in this chair.”

She cocked her head at him. “And you didn’t have sex? You’re growing.”

He laughed, but not fully. Did his assistant know how much sex he’d had in his office? He decided that he didn’t want to know. He’d thought he was being discreet, but he should have known better.

“What do you have for me?”

“Just some papers that need your important signature.”

He hopped over to his own chair then pulled a pen from his pocket. He read the sheets then signed them. As Madge was leaving, he said, “Wait a minute. I want to tell you something.”

She closed the door then walked over to his desk. “Yes?”

“I’m selling the company. Do you want a package to retire or do you want to follow me to my next venture? Which, by the way, I have no idea what I’m doing next or when I’m going to start it.”

“I’d have to think about it. I could retire. I wouldn’t mind that. I have some grandchildren I’d like to visit.”

“Sounds like you made your choice.”

She laughed. “Yes, I guess I did. Then a package is better. Do I need to be part of the transition team?”

“Might not be a bad idea.”

Chapter12

Violet didn’t have any specifics for the type of apartment she wanted to live in. Two bedrooms in a safe neighborhood was pretty much all she wanted. She hoped the price tag wouldn’t be out of her budget.

That was the biggest concern. Looking with Amedeo might not be a good idea. He had no idea what it was like to live on a budget. He might want her in something she couldn’t afford. She wasn’t taking money from him other than child support after the birth of their child. She would make her own living.

She was paying off debts with what she was making at Amedeo’s company so she’d be clear of them when the baby was born. She could start fresh with a clean slate and stay debt free. At least she hoped so.

Most of the apartments were in and around Trenton. They’d picked up the real estate agent in Amedeo’s car. She was a compact woman whose mouth moved nonstop. The ride to the first place had been filled with chatter.

“So is this for both of you?” Karen Oswald, the agent, said.

“No, just me,” Violet said. She was pretty sure that Amedeo had given the woman the details of what they were looking for and why. She didn’t want to rehash it. She just wanted to look at places.

Violet had never used a real estate agent. She usually just walked around looking for a vacancy sign on a building. This was all new. Was this how white people did it? Or was this just the suburbs? She didn’t know, but Amedeo had insisted.

“Two bedrooms. For a little more, you can get three and have a guest room or an office,” Karen said.

An office sounded nice. The price probably wouldn’t. Amedeo turned to Violet. “Maybe you should think about that since you work from home most of the time.”

Violet shrugged. “We’ll see.

She had no desire to discuss her financial woes in front of this woman. She had her budget and she couldn’t budge from it.

“This first place is on the third floor which is the top. No doorman, but there are two doors and a gate that you have to get through to get in.”

“Gate? What’s the neighborhood like?” Amedeo said.

“It’s okay during the day. Anything near or in Trenton is okay during the day. It’s night time that’s a problem.”

“I doubt I’ll be going out much at night so that’s not a problem,” Violet said.

Amedeo’s pursed lips told her he didn’t agree. The driver dropped them off in front of a clean building, but Amedeo looked around as if he was going to get jumped any minute. This place was a step up from her last apartment. None of them would be the luxury of Amedeo’s house, but she couldn’t afford that.

“I don’t like it. No reason to go in,” Amedeo said.

“Wait. I want to look,” Violet said.

He gave her a look, but she ignored it. This was her choice and she’d lived in worse. She’d been raised in worse and as much as she wanted better for her child, she wasn’t going to let Amedeo run over her.

The landlord came out and unlocked the doors for them.

Amedeo leaned down to whisper into Violet’s ear. “You want to live in a place where you need this much security?”

“You have a gate around your property. Don’t judge.”

He snorted, but didn’t say anything else. The apartment was indeed on the third floor and the building had no elevator.

“Imagine trucking groceries and a child up all these steps,” Amedeo said.

He had a good point. No matter how lovely the apartment was, she couldn’t see struggling up these steps every day with a baby and a stroller.

The second apartment was in a nice area. Well, a little better. No one hung out on the street corner. No burned out cars sat on the street. The building had an elevator.

“This one, the utilities are not included. You’ll have to pay those,” Karen said.

“Can we get an idea of how much that costs?” Amedeo said.

Karen let them into the apartment. “I can find out. I don’t have that information. Not sure why it isn’t in the folder for this location.”

Two bedrooms. One bathroom that her and her child would have to share. Not a problem. The bathroom was tiled green like a hospital. Amedeo turned his nose up at it. “It’s ugly.”

“It’s clean and safe,” Violet argued.

He shrugged, leaning against the door frame to the galley style kitchen.

“The appliances are brand new in this unit,” Karen said.

“That’s good. Won’t have to worry about anything breaking down,” Violet said.

This one went on her list of acceptable places. She didn’t think Amedeo was convinced.

“How about show us some three bedrooms,” Amedeo said.

“I’d have to go back to the office,” Karen said.

“We can set up another date for this,” he said.

As if Violet wasn’t standing there. “No, let’s look at everything Karen had for us today.”

“What’s wrong with a three bedroom?”

“It might be out of my budget,” Violet said.

Karen watched their discussion as if it were a ping pong match, her head moving back and forth.

“Let’s not worry about that,” Amedeo said.

“Let’s stick to the budget,” Violet said.

“You’re worrying too much about the money,” he said.

She sighed. “I don’t want to argue with you, but there is a budget and I’m sticking to it.” She turned to Karen. “What’s next on your list?”

“It’s a two bedroom a little further out from Trenton.”

“I’m not concerned with the location as long as I can get to shopping and things like that.”

Karen nodded then let them out the door to the next apartment.

***

Amedeo and Violet sat in a coffee shop after viewing the apartments. Karen was on her way back to her office with Amedeo’s driver. Violet just wanted to go home and sleep, but she’d been hungry. Amedeo bought her a snack.

“Is that muffin good?” he said.

“Yes, thanks,” she said.

She was exhausted, but had a better idea of what was out there and in her price range. Even if Amedeo didn’t agree about what she should be looking for.

“I still think you should consider three bedrooms. That way you can set up an office.”

“I work find in my living room. Besides, I don’t want to spend more than I have.”

This was all pretty overwhelming. Maybe she shouldn’t keep the baby? Maybe Amedeo would be better as the sole caregiver. She could visit the baby. That would be okay. Amedeo had so much more to offer.

Why had this decision seemed so easy the other day and now she wasn’t so sure? Hormones?

“I can help,” he said.

She put up a hand. “No. You’re do more than you need to. I’m going to have to figure out living when the baby comes. You pay for the baby, I’ll worry about me.”

He frowned. “It think you’re splitting hairs. If I take care of you I am taking care of the baby.”

“Amedeo. No. I’ve supported myself for years.”

“And you ended up in credit card debt.”

“I’m free of that now. No worries,” she said. She could do her best not to get there again.

“But if you don’t have enough money then you’ll get back there. I think you need to reconsider my marriage proposal. Or at least let me draw up a contract so that you’re taken care of. Even if you don’t’ want to go through with the marriage, I’ll give you what will be just like a divorce settlement.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“You were evicted from your apartment when you came to see me? Do you remember that day? You were dripping wet and cold,” he said.

She didn’t want to remember. She vowed never to get that far down again. Now she had even more reason. Then again, if she gave him the baby, she could take care of herself. She would only have to be responsible for one person. Herself. Amedeo could hire a nanny and the baby would be warm and safe.

No matter what happened in Violet’s life.

Why had she thought she could take care of a baby? Why? Right now she didn’t think she could brush her own teeth. She wanted to be prone and asleep. She’d never been so exhausted in her life.

How was she going to handle another human being? She had to think about this. Get away from Amedeo and think on this. He made it all seem so easy. He didn’t see the obstacles. She saw so many.

“I know. I won’t let myself get there again. I promise.”

He frowned. “I wasn’t going to say anything. I wanted Carl to do the asking, but I want to ask.”

“What?”

Where was he going? She had no idea.

“I’d like to offer you a permanent job at my company. Understand that I’m selling it, but you will have a job for at least a year after I do that. The sale won’t go through for at least six months at the rate negotiations are going. That means you’ll have a job for a year and a half, guaranteed. Then if my next company is up and running, I can give you a job then.”

She didn’t know what to say. She should probably be grateful. She should. Really, except that he clearly didn’t think she could find a job on her own. Which she knew she had to do. She’d been thinking about it.

Working in an office hadn’t been as bad as she’d originally thought it would be. She liked having other people around her. People to have lunch with her talk about a television show.

“You think I can’t do it on my own?”

“Wait. What? Why do you think that?”

“Because you’re offering me a job.”

He waved a hand. “I’m offering you a job because Carl said you’ve been an asset to his department. I like to keep good people and I trust his judgment.”

“No, that’s not it. You feel sorry for me.”

He sighed. “Violet, you are one of the smartest people I know. How could I possibly feel sorry for you? You’re making too much of this. Must be the hormones.”

She’d never seen red in her life. Right now she was. Her anger spiked. “The hormones? So I’m a bundle of emotions and can’t make a decision?”

“Violet, you’re putting words in my mouth. That’s not what I’m saying. I just think that you are overreacting. I’m just offering you a job. You’re going to have to work for your paycheck. Come in on time. All of that. No leeway because you know me.”

She stood, putting her hands on her hips. “Amedeo, I have no desire to be around you right now.”

“Since we live in the same place, that will be tough.”

“I’ll fine somewhere else to sleep tonight.”

“Don’t be silly. You can choose another room if you don’t want to be in my bed.”

“Now I’m being silly?”

He eyed her, his mouth moving. “I guess you’re going to take anything I say the wrong way.”

“I don’t think you can get out of this by turning it on me. You said things that I don’t appreciate.”

He licked his lips. “Take the car. I’ll find another way home.”

She stormed out of the place not even knowing if the driver had arrived. He did and she hopped in. She gave him the address for her old apartment building. Kalia would take her in. She’d listen to what she had to say.

That’s what best friends were for.

***

Amedeo watched her go, figuring that Violet would cool down and come home tonight. He really had put his foot in it and when she calmed down they could talk. He cursed himself. He should have just let Carl offer her the job. Hopefully, she would have realized that the job was real and not Amedeo trying to make thing right.

He wanted to do that, but he understood pride.

He was alone for dinner now. He called Salvatore.

“Hey, bro,” his brother said.

“I’ve found myself alone for dinner. You available?”

“Come over. I’m about to put some steaks on the grill. I have enough for both of us.”

“Well, can you come get me? I don’t have my car.”

“Sure thing.”

He gave Salvatore the address then they hung up. Amedeo looked around the coffee shop. It was probably about to close so he cleaned up their messes and stood outside for his brother. He perused his emails while he waited, still pondering Violet’s reaction.

Was she that independent or was it hormones? He figured she’d calm down and once home, but he wasn’t going to be waiting by the phone. What would his life be like if that condom hadn’t broken? He didn’t know, but right now he wasn’t sure if that had been a good thing or bad. He was used to dealing with women in all of their moods. This was harder because normally Violet was low maintenance.

He didn’t have to work so hard with her.

Salvatore arrived not long after. Amedeo climbed into his brother’s Aston Martin.

“Hey,” Salvatore said. “How did you get stuck without transportation?”

“I gave Violet the car. We had a fight and I let her have it to go cool off.”

“What were you fighting about?” Salvatore said.

“I’ve offered her a job at my company and she’s sure that I’m just giving her charity. She’s very proud, but she doesn’t have a lot of money. I want to help her, but the job offer was legit. My head of the IT department wants her. He thinks she’s a genius.”