Bullied To Love novel Chapter 23

The next morning Enzo drops me back at the hotel to finish up with some of the arrangements. I am deciding where the dance floor should go and which band would play at the event when one of the planners walks towards me.

“Hello ma’am. Are you and Mr Costanzo going to open the dance floor on Saturday night?” she asks.

“First off please don’t call me ma’am, my name is Katherine. It makes me feel old and I’ll have to talk to Enzo about that,” I say wondering why in God’s name she would ask that. But I am guessing our relationship has gone public. Not that I have a problem with that. It makes me happy knowing that everyone knows we are together.

What she says gets me thinking. Will Enzo want to do the opening dance with me for such a big event. The last time—or rather the only time we danced together—he made it clear that it was only because of the children, but he is a changed person now. I don’t really know if he will mind us dancing. But even if we are going to dance, I will need to go for some serious dancing lessons. If he agrees to dance with me then I will make him take the dancing classes with me. So it won’t be like last time where I was just following whatever he did.

“Alright, Katherine, but please let me know before Friday. Also, if you and Mr Costanzo need a dance teacher I know the best one in town, and she is free this week.”

“Hook us up for this afternoon,” I tell her with a beautiful idea in my head.

“Alright, I will be back in a second with her address.” She says, walking away.

I arrive at the company after a morning full of work. Joan said he is in a meeting, so I am waiting for him in his office. She also said she has not been finding it easy doing two jobs. While I am waiting for Enzo in his office, I decide to give her a helping hand.

I hear someone walk into the office. Without even looking up I already know it’s Enzo when my nostrils are filled with his amazing cologne, which I am getting addicted to.

“Ciao Bella, to what do I owe this wonderful visit,” he says hugging me from behind while leaving a kiss on my cheek.

“I did not know it is a crime to come and visit you,” I say

“Of course not, you can visit me anytime you like,” he says, taking his seat behind his desk.

“I know, but something brought me here,” I say smiling at him.

“And what might that be?”

“I was thinking, why don’t we dance as well for the event. But then I remember I suck at dancing. So that's why this afternoon you and I are going for dancing lessons.” I say praying Enzo will agree.

“No, we don’t need dance lessons because like you said you suck at dancing, so we are not dancing,” he says chuckling a little.

“ENZO! Stop laughing at me. I want to dance this time, not like last time when I just did what you told me. That’s why we are going to this class this afternoon and tomorrow. If not...” I say trying to stay determined so he won’t have any choice but to agree to go. Although, I don’t know what to use against him if he does not agree.

“If not, what?” he says, laughing at me.

“No kissing, no hugging, no cuddling, Nothing!” I say remembering how much Enzo loves having me close.

“No, you can’t do that, that’s not fair.”

“Try me,” I say feeling very confident that I have won this fight.

“Fine. I will go with you,” he says accepting defeat.

“Thank you; you won’t regret it,” I say, standing up to hug him.

Enzo and I arrive at the dance class venue. We walk to the front desk to ask for our reservation. The lady at the front desk smiles at us before speaking.

“Hi, I am guessing you guys are Mr and Mrs Costanzo.”

“How can that woman touch what’s MINE? Who does she think she is?” I say asking no one in particular.

“Cool down babe; its fine” Enzo says, smiling beside me like everything is fine.

“Why are you smiling? Isn’t it your fault that she is rubbing herself all over you?”

“How is it my fault?” Enzo says, smiling more like he loves the fact that I am angry.

“You are too handsome and who wouldn’t fall for all of this,” I say raising my hands while talking. Not caring I just basically told him to his face how I feel about him and that I find him deeply attractive. Something I wouldn’t do at any other time, but today with all the anger in me I couldn’t care less.

“So, because I am handsome, it’s my fault?” he says laughing.

“Yes, because I don’t want to share what’s mine. You are mine, and mine only.” I say letting the anger boost my courage to say what’s in my mind.

“Yes, I am yours and only yours so you don’t have to be jealous, love,” he says pulling me into a hug still laughing a bit.

“I am not jealous; I just don't like sharing what’s mine,” I say finally realising I just behaved like a jealous girlfriend, even though I won’t admit that to Enzo.

“Whatever makes you happy, love, and you were amazing out there,” he says pecking my forehead.

“Thank you, I try to keep what’s mine, Mine,” I say, laughing a little remembering how I behaved at the dance class.

After the whole dance class fiasco, I get two text messages. One from mama, and the other from Sofia. I open mama’s first, it says: I should be home on time that we have something to discuss and it’s vital. I wonder what she wants to tell me that is so important. I hope it’s nothing serious or anything terrible. Maybe it might be good news. I open Sophia’s message, which says: she is in town and this time with her fiancé. I am so happy I can’t wait to see her and her fiancé. I reply mama that I am on my way home, and Sofia that the three of us—or maybe four with Enzo as well—should meet up sometime for dinner or something while they are here.