If only he loved me too

Silence, deafening silence.

After the incident, we didn't speak with each other but I could hear the wheels turning in Adrain's head as we drove to his apartment, knowing his personality he was bound to break the silence any minute now "What was all that about?" Finally, the question left his mouth, surprisingly a person as loud as him The tone of his voice was quite calm but there were underlining fear and nervousness in his composure. I sighed looking out the window and back at the road ahead "I don't know that either " trying to come up with a decent explanation with the events of tonight

" he knew you and you seemed to know who he was talking about, Erika, are you in some kind of trouble?" he asked looking worried for me which warmed my heart, it's been a while since someone was worried for me "we need to report it to the police if you are in any kind of great trouble" it's cute how he had turned the course of tonight's incident into something that might seem dangerous to me.

"I am not in trouble Adrian, it's just a ghost from the past coming back to haunt me, nothing to worry about," I said and stopped at his apartment dropping him off "but promise me that you won't say anything about what happened tonight" I warned him making sure I sound more serious than I was.

"No matter what I'll always be there for you, and I won't tell, anyone I promise, but promise me that if it turned out to be something you can't handle we will go to the police," he said smiling at me and leaned closer to my face, and stopped right in front of my face, our lips inches apart. I leaned away knowing the next action he sighed tiredly "one day, I hope you understand my feelings and reciprocate until then I'll be waiting," he said then kissed my cheek before getting out of the car, this isn't the first time he tried hitting on me or tried to indicate his feeling towards me.

I sighed and leaned my head on the steering wheel and groaned in frustration, I want to move on, I do but every time I try to kiss someone or try to initiate a move on someone, I back out at the last second. It's like my body doesn't want to reciprocate with my mind, every time Adrian leans down to kiss me I back out, I want to kiss him, be with him, he is a very nice guy, he would be good for me a nice guy with a warm personality and would keep me happy but he is not him, not someone who can make me weak in the knees with just a look I know in the 4 years of our marriage we didn't do anything like a real married couple are expected to do we have kissed only a couple of time but I don't know what I crave and want and unfortunately, it's not Adrian, but I can't have both, as much as I want to replace the crazy and lusty I feel towards Mimosa I can never feel it with Adrian that's the reason I don't want to lead him on.

Hating myself for what I have been doing to Adrian I drove back to my apartment, I had moved out of my mother's house since I don't want to burden her. I park my car in the basement parking lot and pressed 7 on the number plate on the side of the elevator door. I was too tired to greet the neighbors as they entered the elevator as well. I walked to my apartment door and opened it to be greeted with a small being wrapping themselves on my legs, that action brought a smile to my face

"Oscar, how are you baby, did you miss me?" I picked him and smoldered his face with kisses, he barked happily and wiggled in my arms. Oscar is a Labrador retriever, a gift from my friend Nicole as a house warming present, I had always wanted a dog but Vannesa was allergic.

As I poured Oscar's food into his bowl I noticed something on the coffee table, there was a bouquet of deep red roses along with it there was a note with very familiar handwriting, I hesitated before picking it up and read it out loud, it said

'Nice Dog'

I didn't sleep a wink that night and the tiredness was taking its toll on me. The next morning I stepped inside the Price building and was met with chaos. Media was everywhere and they were crowding the lobby, security was doubled with the number of people trying to get into the main building, this was madness.

"Mrs. Price?" One of the reporters yelled pointing her mike and camera towards me shoving the camera in my face. Everyone must have heard her because in less than a second I was surrounded by flashes of camera and mikes shoved in my face, I tried to cover my face with my handbag and my other hand.

"Did you know this was going to happen!"

"Were you apart of this conspiracy too?"

"Will The Price Enterprise succubus into nothing "

"Are you involved in this conspiracy to overthrow the company?"

"Did you help Mr.price at the night of the accident?"

"We're you aware of the news that broke out today?"

"Did you know Mr. Dimitri Price faked his death?"

The last question startled me and I started shocked at the reporter in complete astonishment and horror

'How the hell did they find out?' I asked myself with dread filling my nerves.

"What?" I yelled acting shocked like this was the first time I heard bout his death. I didn't want to feed people more information about his death but the main question was how did they know? The security got me to safety before the media bombard me with more questions manipulating me into answering more absurd questions.

I had to know what happened within 24 hours that has completely turned the tables around.

"Robert?" I called out as I entered his cabin and he was sitting on his chair with his head in his hands, news playing in the background

"Did you know?" He whispered, I barely heard it

"What?" I asked again walking closer towards him.

"Did you know" he yelled angrily standing up from his chair

"I don't- I don't understand," I said calmly trying not to anger him further

"Did you know he was alive?" He banged his wrinkled hand on the glass table, I winced at the loud noise

I stayed silent looking at the wooden flooring

"Why? Why didn't you tell me?" He flung the phone off the table furiously

"He- I" I stuttered not able to form a right sentence

"And why would he buy his own company?" He ran his hand in his salt and pepper hair extremely stressed

"What? I didn't know that?" I said hesitated confused

"Yeah, he bought this company as well as all our assets, we are practically bankrupted and there is nothing I can do" he sighed "but why is he doing this? All of this us his, anyways"

I stayed silent and didn't say anything because I didn't know anything about this.

And there was only one person who can answer all these questions, and it's time to face my demons

Time to face Massimo Torricelli, husband or not he owns me a few answers. One way or another