Falling for the billionaire, again!

Chapter Eight.

ANTONIO’s POV.

“Bro, chill out okay. There’re lots of other girls out there. Why’re you so hell-bent on her.” Matteo said in frustration.

I looked down at the picture in my hand. It was our last picture together before that tragedy happened. My hands wrapped around her waist as I stared at her with love and admiration, her beautiful brown long hair flying around due to the wind as she laughed heavily. He pure and beautiful smile, the one thing I loved about her, her beaming smile.

It is an ear-to-ear smile that displays a feeling of joy or excitement. Her eyes always laughed first. They were the eyes of the easily amused. And then her lips curls and I lose myself in watching her.

Whenever I was in a bad mood, all I had to do was be with her so I could see her smile and my mood dissolves. My love for her grew more every time I see her smile. Seeing her beaming smile that radiates happiness instantly brightens my day, warms my heart, and uplifts my bad mood, and I promised to never always keep that smile on her face and keep her beside me, but I didn’t keep my promise. I left her and it broke me.

“Dude, just forget about her already,” Matteo said exasperatedly.

“I love her Matteo.” I looked up at him and breathed.

“It’s been sixteen years bro, sixteen fuckin’ years and you’re still in love with her.”

I looked down at the picture again and took in her smile, our happy moments together flooding my memory. I just couldn’t forget about her and our moments together. I couldn’t move past the fact that I left without explaining the reason, the fact that I left her waiting at the park that evening, and also the fact that I didn’t get to see her one last time.

“I... I love her so much. I don’t think I could ever stop loving Irene, Matteo.” I stared at the picture and muttered.

“Dude, she’s probably even forgotten about you and moved on with her life with some other dude and here you are, sulking.”

Yes, she probably has. I’m sure she’s with someone out there, happily married with three beautiful kids like she had always said she wanted. I don’t expect her to wait for me because I left without explaining myself, but it doesn’t justify the fact that I haven’t been able to forget about her.

“You never forgot about her either.” I looked up at him and said. “Constanza, you never really forgot about her.”

I watched his demeanor change at my words and he clenched and unclenched his fist before regaining his composure.

“Yeah, well, at least I’m not sulking about her. And also, she was the one who decided ti end the relationship and it was your fault, but let’s not talk about that right now. All I’m saying is that you should try letting go of Irene. It’s gon’ be hard, trust me, I know that but you can’t remain single forever you know.” He walked up to me and patted me on the shoulders.

“Who says I can’t?” I said blankly.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He scoffed. “What about your dream of living in Italy with your three kids, what’s going to happen to that?”

“That was my dream with Irene. To form a family with her in Italy, and the dream got shattered the minute I left for Italy without her. So there is no dream Matteo.” I stood up from the chair and walked towards the window then stared out if it, drowning my self in the thoughts of her.

“f**k it Tonio, we are going to the bar to get wasted tonight. I can’t let you keep sulking over a girl from your past.” Matteo walked up to me and said.

“No, we are not getting wasted. I have to work in the morning.” I declined.

“Alright then, we’re just going to have two or three shots at the bar and then leave.” He interjected.

I shook my head, “Do we have to go to a bar tho? You know how much I hate crowd Teo. We could just drink at my place instead.” I suggested.

I really hate drinking out. I didn’t used to hate it, but since i travelled to Italy, a lot of things about me changed and now it’s really hard to go back to how I used to be.

“No Antonio, I am not going to be drinking with you in that depressed house, okay. So I’m gonna be at your place by seven pm, and we are going to go to a bar to drink.” He commanded before walking out of my office.

“Freakin’ bastard.” I shook my head and cursed silently before continuing to stare out the window as I imagined life differently if I hadn’t left for Italy that night. Maybe, just maybe we would still be together and have our beautiful and perfect family.

I curse the day I left Irene.