Antonio, Her Italian Millionaire (BWWM Romance Book 1)

By: J A Fielding



Antonio nodded.

“Alright. I’ll get right on it.”

He pushed his chair back and got up from the table.

“Wait, aren’t you staying for lunch?” Giovanni asked. “Your grandmother is making some new sauce.”

“I would love to stay but I can’t. I’ll just get some to go,” he said and his father nodded.

“You should. I don’t want mama giving me grief about me not putting you in the right circles to get a woman who can cook for you,” he said and Antonio laughed.

“You don’t need your mother here for that. We are here,” Giovanni said. “I mean, I have a number of friends with some good looking women in their twenties. Ripe and ready for marriage.”

Antonio frowned.

“Okay,” he announced. “That is my cue to leave,” and he began walking to the door.

“Let us know how it goes with the property,” another of the men at the table said and he nodded.

“I am headed to meet Matteo right now.”

“Hey son,” Giovanni Junior said, making Antonio stop in his tracks. He turned around and looked at his father who was walking towards him. “This deal is important for the family. For you and me,” he started as he led them out of the den and into the hallway.

“I know,” Antonio said.

“Then make sure it goes through without a hitch, alright?” Giovanni Junior said.

To Antonio, it was more of a command than a request. And Antonio knew that he had no other alternative but to do what his father said.

“It will go through, father. I promise,” he said.

“Good. That’s what I like to hear,” Giovanni Junior said.

*****

Zianna wanted to scream when she spoke to Ray two days later. She had done everything she could think of to try and raise as much money as she could for the building but it seemed that everything she tried to do was somehow countered by this other buyer. Her heart was racing when she finally hung up. She was not sure if she was upset, angry or simply demoralized.

Over the last few days, she had slowly seen her dream, her father’s dream vanish into thin air. And there was no telling what was going to happen at that particular moment. She had been pacing up and down her house, trying to figure out how she was going to get out of the hole she had dug for herself. She had put in all the money she had including her savings and the money she had set aside for renovations. But even after doing all that, she was still having a hard time coming up with the money needed to match the other bidder’s offer. At that moment, she found herself wondering just who this other bidder was and why his idea of renovation meant more than her own idea of renovation.

She had begun thinking of the only other source of income she had left. The only other option she had. To take a second mortgage on her house. She knew it was a bad idea. A terrible idea but her only way out of the mess she had created for herself. But even after doing that, the other bidder still raised his offer. It was like he was swimming in an endless pit of money.

So, after all that had happened, the only other thing she could do was give up. But she was too proud to do so. She poured herself a glass of wine and sipped on it slowly, as she wondered what to do next before she finally picked up her phone and dialed Ray again. She was still pacing up and down as she waited for him to pick up on his end which seemed like forever.

“Ray Phillips,” he said when he picked up.

“Ray. Hi, it’s Zianna.”

“Hey, Zianna. Is everything alright?” he asked and Zianna took a long deep breath.

“I don’t know…I just thought of something else. Something that just might get me that building.”

She heard Ray exhale loudly.

“Zianna, we have done everything. And by the way, you should probably talk to your guy at the bank and get that second mortgage lifted.”

She bit her lower lip and reached for her glass of wine.

“Zianna?” Ray asked after a long silence. “Are you still there?”

“I am.”

“Listen, Zianna, I know this has been hard for you but I think it is time to just let go. Just focus on the barber shops and grocery stores…”

“I want to meet him,” she said, cutting him short.

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