Enzo's Obsession.

Chapter 015

Enzo's POV.

Days passed and somehow my life started feeling normal again, Gardini didn't let me off the hook so easily as we had had to keep our eyes and ears open at all times.

I think Isabella got busy with all of her pending projects she abandoned and so I heard from her less.

My father on the other hand was probably fighting his battles while I thought of wonderful ways to invest my pre wedding gift.

But then there was Sofia.

In as much as I would love to play pretend, my father was extremely cunning, that man could do anything.

He could stage a murder to look like a man accident and in this case, Sofia would be the victim.

For the past week, I've been trying to get her to talk to me, but she just keeps this cold, unresponsive face and avoids me at every single encounter.

Mrs Grossi was back now and that made it even worse, I saw less of her and whenever I asked Mrs Grossi about her, the reply was always subtle.

Something was off.

I put my pen down as I raised my head, a deep sigh escaping my lips. For the past thirty minutes I have been trying to concentrate on the files in front of me, but the thoughts of Sofia filled my head, giving me no room to think at all.

As if on cue, there was a light tap on the door and before I could respond to it, the door opened and Sofia walked in.

"Hmm"

Think about the target and the target appears.

I know that is not a thing but I can't help it, my thoughts are starting to manifest.

"Good evening sir, Mrs Grossi would like to know if you would prefer having your dinner downstairs or brought to you here?" Sofia started her head bowed, while still clinging to the door.

"Come closer" I ordered.

"Sir...."

"I don't want to repeat myself, Sofia," I continued.

For a second, she hesitated, I could see her rolling her eyes before raising her head as she plastered a fake smile on and then she took three steps forward, yet she was still very far away.

Suddenly, an idea struck me.

"I need you closer than that Sofia" I said again.

"Mrs Grossi...the dinner..." She stammered.

Her entire body was on flight mode and I wondered why.

"What's wrong with you Sofia?" I asked, rising from my couch slowly…

"Sir...there is nothing wrong with me," she replied, shifting her weight on her legs.

"Sir? What happened to Enzo?" I threw back at her.

And then she shot me a look.

"You are not under an obligation to call me Sir, I don't think I asked you to do so" I added.

"Well, What would you like me to tell Mrs Grossi?" Sofia asked instead.

"You can have your answer for Mrs Grossi, when you are ready to give me answers Sofia" I countered, walking closer to her.

"I don't have anything to say to you sir...Enzo"

"So why have you been avoiding me?" I asked, lifting her face with my fingers so I could stare into her eyes.

It was my favourite thing about her.

Her eyes.

How they sparkled and dimmed, expressing every single emotion she was feeling at that moment but tonight, she was trying so hard to hide them and so she couldn't even maintain eye contact with me for a minute.

"I'm not.. avoiding you" she answered, a big obvious lie that sounded so sweet coming from her lips.

And we both knew she was lying.

My eyes fell on her lips as they quivered, Sofia fidgeting with her fingers and I leaned closer, claiming her lips.

I kissed her.

Usually, she would open up to me after resisting for a second or even less but tonight, she was totally unresponsive.

And so I pulled back immediately, feeling irritated with myself.

"Is there something I'm missing here Sofia?" I asked, raising my voice.

I was trying so hard to keep the anger in check but it was just so frustrating.

For the past one week, I did everything. I tried ways to get her attention but she just ran away or remained unresponsive.

And the words slipped out, "Do I have to remind you every single day the reason why you are here?"

Immediately Sofia shot me a glare, her emotions shifted from what I couldn't identify earlier to hurt and anger.

She opened her mouth to say but then she closed it and took a step back.

"Sofia..." I started, immediately those words left my mouth, I regretted it, I felt awful and I had no idea why I was feeling so many emotions at the same time.

All I wanted was for her to talk to me, but instead Sofia stripped.

Piece by piece, she got rid of her clothings until she was completely naked and then she walked towards the couch and laid on it, with her legs open.

"The f**k Sofia!" I cursed out loud, grabbing my coat as I marched towards the coat and then I threw it on her.

"Isn't this what you want? Isn't this the reason why I'm here, you don't have to remind me of that Enzo, I know that and I'm giving it to you now and..."

Before she could complete her statement, my phone rang and then she stopped.

"Go ahead" I urged.

"You should take your calls" she answered instead.

Instead of arguing, I dipped my hands into my pocket, brought out the phone only to discover that it was Isabella.

I guess I concluded too soon.

I thought all her shootings would keep her off my back for a month but I guess not.

Not taking her call after her father had given me the pre wedding gift was not an option. I swiped right, raising the phone to my ears without taking my eyes off Sofia.

"Hey baby" she purred.

"Isabella, it's quite late" I pointed out, going straight to the point.

Immediately I mentioned Isabella's name, I noticed her Sofia shifted on the couch.

"Well, I was thinking we could have dinner to catch up, it's been a week and I miss you" she added, in her whiny voice.

"I can't...I have work and..."

"I know, I know but I also want us to talk about the meeting with my father and everything that happened when I travelled, I want to apologise and I need to see you" she added.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I brushed my hair with my fingers, "Text me the location,I will meet you there" I said, and before waiting for her reply I ended the call.

"Sofia..."

"Are you going to have me before you go to meet her or..."

"This wasn't what I wanted Sofia, all I wanted was for you to talk to me and not... this" I drawled.

Giving her one last look, I turned around and walked out of the study.

A good night outside might just fix me, even though it's going to be unbearable with Isabella.