Chapter 13
I stood there, stunned, as the waiter’s words echoed in my head. Russo, the owner of the restaurant? It seemed like everything was falling into place, and I was starting to realize that Russo was a man of immense power and influence.
Cindy’s face turned red with rage as she spluttered, “This is ridiculous! You can’t just kick us out like this!”
Russo smiled calmly, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I’m afraid I can, my dear. And I will. You see, I want to make this evening special for my girlfriend, and I won’t let anyone ruin it for us.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine as he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close. I felt a flutter in my chest as I met his gaze, and for a moment, I forgot about everything else.
The waiter nodded, his expression apologetic. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll make sure to escort you out immediately.”
Harris, Cindy, and Layla were escorted out of the restaurant, leaving Russo and me alone. The waiter returned, a smile on his face.
“Your dinner will be served shortly, Mr. Russo. In the meantime, may I offer you a drink?”
Russo nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “Champagne, please. The finest vintage you have.”
The waiter nodded and disappeared, leaving us alone once again. Russo turned to me, his eyes burning with intensity.
“I hope you’re not too uncomfortable, Darcy. I promise you, this evening
will be worth it.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I met his gaze. What did he have planned for tonight? And why did I get the feeling that my life was going to be stuck in a huge mess?
I coughed twice before I looked up at Russo and said in gratitude, “Thanks, Mr. Russo, for helping me out in an awkward situation by putting an act in front of my ex husband once again. It means a lot to me. I’m really grateful towards you. But, I would have handled it myself. I’m not someone they can easily bully.”
“I agree with your last sentence, Doctor Darcy,” he said in his charismatic
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voice, “But I don’t agree with the former one. Why do you think I was putting an act before them?”
He had been quite decisive with his words, and I didn’t want to immerse myself in them. I knew the more I talked with him, the more I would fall for his charm. So, I ignored everything and just said, “Mr. Russo, last time you acted as my son’s father and now as my boyfriend. I’m really grateful for your help, but I have a date with someone today. Now that you have booked the whole restaurant, I should better wait for him outside the door,”
“Are you talking about Jeremy R?” He asked, showing me the texts in his phone on the same dating app I had installed in my phone before adding, “That’s me, Doctor Darcy, your date for tonight,”
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I was speechless. I had made my son loud and clear that I was not going to have to do anything with Russo. But, my son ended up setting my date with him without even informing me. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry on finding this out only now.
“You are Jeremy R?” I asked, scratching my head anxiously.
“Yes,” he said, “Russo is my surname,”
I stood there, my mind reeling with shock and surprise. Russo, the man who had been helping me out of awkward situations, was actually my date for tonight? I couldn’t believe it.
Russo smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I must say, your profile picture doesn’t do justice with your beauty. You are more beautiful than you are in pictures.”
I felt a blush rise to my cheeks as I looked away, trying to compose myself. “Thanks,” I muttered, still trying to wrap my head around the situation.
Russo chuckled and took my hand, leading me to our table. “Shall we?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with charm.
I nodded, still feeling a bit dazed, and sat down beside him. The waiter arrived with our champagne, and Russo poured us each a glass.
“To a wonderful evening,” he said, raising his glass in a toast.
I smiled, feeling a sense of trepidation mixed with excitement, and clinked my glass against his. “To a wonderful evening,” I repeated, taking a sip of the champagne.
As we sipped our drinks, Russo began to chat with me, asking me
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questions about myself and listening intently to my responses. I found myself feeling more and more at ease in his presence, and before I knew it, we were laughing and joking like old friends.
But despite the ease with which we conversed, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was more to Russo than met the eye. There was a depth to him, a sense of power and intensity that lingered just beneath the surface.
After dinner, he dropped me home in his brand new model of Lamborghini and met Ethan before he finally left for his home.
The next day, I was leaving for my clinic. I had just opened the door of my home and bumped into Harris, his eyes red in anger.
“You lied to me!” he spat, “Ethan is my son,
“You lied to me!” he spat, “Ethan is my son, isn’t he?”
