Rhea

Four

Trying everything and anything to get my mind off the pain, I find myself thinking back to when Enzo and I had met. My friend Sandra had to go out of town the same day that she had to make this guy feel good. I needed the extra money at the time and I was at the point where I'd do anything to get money. And that's how we met. And how I fell in love with him. I tried everything in me not to because why would any guy want to be with me. Plus, his first lover, Lisa, was just killed the year before. At first, it was easy, but when things started going farther, I had to leave. I had thought he just couldn't get over her. Never in my life had I thought that he had fallen for me. If only I had known.

"Why do you think too much?" Enzo asked, kissing the side of my head.

"Because I just do." I said, trying to get up.

"Stop trying to get up, Rhea," He said, wrapping his hands around me. "This is what you get for not telling me to stop."

"Aren't there things that we have to do?" I asked, leaning back on his chest, while we soak our restless bodies in the tube.

"Yeah and that's why I hire people," He said as his phone went off. "They do the work for me."

"So, is there someone coming in to answer that for you?"

"They better not come in. I have my girl in here and no one should see you naked."

"My girl," I repeat. "When did we decide that I was yours?"

"When you come back," He said as his phone went silent. "And speaking of that, what were the other reasons?"

I wanted to tell him everything. Everything from the things I've found, to the people who lied to me. To the pain I feel inside of me that makes me afraid. To the unbearable pain that I have felt from Mike. To his betrayal. I wanted to tell Enzo every single thing that I have been holding in till it didn't make sense. No even to me. I wanted to tell him, but for some reason, I couldn't. Yes, I love him and want to work things out to be his, but I also didn't want to get hurt although I was the one who hurt him first. Throughout the years, I've been used, hurt, and broken by the people that I called family, but with their lies, I hate the word.

"Look," He sighed after I hadn't said anything. "You don't have to tell me. It's fine. I'm just glad that you're here and I'll protect you from what you did."

"Why do I get the feeling that you already know this?" I asked, slowly turning around to face him.

"Your father came by and told me." He said as his phone started ringing again.

"What did he offer you?"

“His hand to marry you."

"Did you tell him no?"

"I told him that I'll think about it," He said, as his phone went quiet then rang again. "Why?"

"It's one of the reasons why I'm here," I said as Enzo reached out to grab his phone. "There were documents that had your name on them but my father's signature."

"Here?" He asked, staring at his phone.

"No. At one of my father's private homes."

"I have to take this, but tell me everything after," He said, standing up with me still in his arms. "Are you good at standing up?"

"Don't worry about me. I'll handle myself."

"Rhea." He started as his phone kept ringing.

"Answer the phone before I do."

"Be careful then." He said, kissing me.

"Okay." I said as he picked up his phone and walked out.

Before Enzo and I were a thing, I only knew his name from my father whenever he was doing business. They were partners in shipment and they trusted each other really well. They did everything for each other. Enzo did his part and my father did his but in order to get the money that Enzo needed, my father had to go to someone else and get something like a loan that he was supposed to pay back. Which he never paid back. Because at the time I didn't know who Enzo was, I didn't even care until I fell in love with him. One of the reasons why I came back was to tell Enzo that my father has a plan to take over Spain.

Shifting my feet to Enzo's office, I bent to pick his shirt up. Putting it on, I decided to clean up the place a little. Feeling my legs about the give out, I sit behind Enzo's desk and just relax. The plan was to sit down, but curiosity got the best of me.

Getting up, I walked over to the double doors that are connected to the office. Pushing the doors open, my jaw instantly fell to the floor. Always like the rest of the building, this office was beyond beautiful. There were deep brown shelves with books, papers, and all different kinds of alcohol that you could imagine. The office also had a black u-shape couch, with a matching black rug under it. There was also a beautiful coffee table. Walking further into the office, I went around the corner to see ceiling to floor windows that showed the most beautiful sight of New York City.

"You like it?" Enzo asked, walking up behind me as he snakes his hands up my legs.

"I love it," I said, holding his arms. "I love the view."

"Good because this is your office." He said, walking around.

"You're kidding?"

"Why would I," I asked, facing him to see that he's fully dressed. "Is this what you do to all of your personal assistants?"

"Only the ones that I fuck."

I get that he's New York's finest Playboy, but I came back to try to work things out with him. Yeah, I know that I hurt him by leaving, but I didn't know that he was in love with me. If I'd known, I would've stayed. Now that he's acting like this, I don't know if coming back was a good idea.

"I didn't mean it like that." Enzo said, walking back over to me.

"If I wasn't so sore I would kick you right now." I said, trying to push him.

"I want this to work, you know," He said, holding me. "I really do."

"Then let's make this work." I said as he walked out into his office.

"Good."

“Well, I'm going home and I'll see you tomorrow." I said, walking to the door.

"Call me when you get home?"

"Whatever." I said, rolling my eyes as I walked out.

Walking out, the lobby that was filled up with girls before I came in, was now empty. The whole reason for coming here was to get a job to cover the mistake that I made, but it was also to warn Enzo about what my father was doing. Yes, I could've told him when I was there but I need to find out exactly what my father's planning. Until I find proof, I'll tell Enzo.

"Sure will, Mr. Spencer," the lady at the front desk said, hanging up. "So, I just got off the phone with Mr. Spencer and you got the personal assistant position. All you have to do now is look through these papers, sign them, and bring them back when you come back tomorrow in the morning."

"Thank you." I said, taking the envelope. "And I guess I'll see you tomorrow as well."

Walking over to the elevators, my phone rings and it's from the one person that I've been waiting to hear back from.

"Hey Rhea, it's Seth."

"Please tell me that you found something." I said, walking into the elevator.

"That's the thing, Rhea. Your father has a paper trail following him. In order to get money for Enzo, he goes through some guy named Jake for a loan, who then goes through some mysterious person to get everyone's money." He said as I pressed the lobby button and rode all the way down.

"Why do you say mysterious?"

"Because I can't find out who this person is. I had to go to some people to help me and they said that this person either doesn't exist or doesn't want to be found for some reason."

"Then why does my father have documents with Enzo's name on them? What's that about?"

"Your father is in a bunch of debt. He spends money on private investigators trying to find your brother. He believes that Enzo had something to deal with his disappearance." He said, holding something back.

"Seth, what are you not telling me?" I asked, walking out of the elevator and towards the doors.

"I don't know if i should tell-"

"Just tell me, Seth,'' I said, walking out the building. "If my father's doing something that's going to hurt Enzo, I need to know."

"Okay," Seth sighed. "I'm not totally sure about this but your father talks to someone that works for Enzo. Someone who deals with his shipment entails and money. Thing is, Enzo's security is so tight that I can't find anything. Not even my guys can."

"I'll find out what it is," I said, walking to my car as I unlocked the doors. "While I'm working on this can you try to look into who this mysterious person is?"

"Yeah," He said, I climbed in and drove off. "But this seems a little too dangerous. You're in deep with Zack by killing his son. Are you sure that you want to go further in?"

"I hurt Enzo by leaving, so yeah. I want to do this." I said, hanging up.

I never thought that my father would do something like this but yet here he is. Going against someone who helped him with whatever he needed.