Chapter 20

"Sir here are the files for th-"

"Drop it and get out" Max said as he tapped away on his laptop, his brows furrowed and lines of worry on his forehead.

"But Sir, I -"

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FUCKING OFFICE IVANKA!" He yelled, throwing his laptop off the table while Ivanka ran out, holding the edges of her short vermilion dress.

"FUCK, CARA!" He yelled painfully, his hands gripping the edge of his table.

"Dio, what have i done?... cosa ho fatto?" He lamented like he'd done for two weeks, two weeks without her body, two weeks without her scent, without her. He felt like nothing, like he could do nothing, like... A failure.

His phone rang and he answered it, sitting straight after wiping the tears on his face.

"Speak!" He barked