Chapter 18

I felt my heart stop.

My nerves went through some kind of a massive wave of thundershock. My breathing became shallow as if my heart was going to give out any moment. I could have easily misunderstood it for my underlying heart condition if I had not been under the sniveling effect of this extraordinarily beautiful, sharp, porcelain faced man who just walked past me.

This is the first time I laid my eyes on him, more like gawked at him. OH! How true it is. He was indeed a replica of his father, Alessandro, only light-years younger.

An athletic well-built frame, those crimson pink lips, dark eyes, slightly gelled mane pushed back near the temples, and that gruff jawline, dressed in a three-piece finely tailored black business suit, with a sleek briefcase in his right hand and a newspaper tagged along with it, he walked towards one of the tables.