Packing up again wasn't hard. The memory of me packing up and leaving Enzo that night years ago is what's hard. The good thing was that I didn't have a lot to pack up since everything I had brought back with me were still in their boxes.

Waiting for Enzo's text saying that he was on his way to come take me to one of his apartments (one of the perks of being his personal assistant) I was still in shock of what Sophia did yesterday. I mean, after what I did to Enzo, I deserved it, but never did I think that she would do something like that. I always saw her as my sister or best friend and I never meant to hurt her nor did I never meant to hurt Enzo. If only I knew how he felt about me, I would've stayed. If only my mother was alive and I could tell her about all of this. Ask her what I should do. What my next steps should be.

My family didn't have much at first, but we were happy because we had each other. But then my father got caught up in the mafia. Saying that it was the fastest way to make more money. Money was the only thing that my father cared about. The only thing he loved. He only wanted it for himself. I remembered when my mother had fallen sick and she needed the money for health insurance. No one had the money but my father. She asked and asked and even though my father saw that she was sick, he still didn't give her the money. It went like that until she died. After that, my father only then gave me my fair share of the money. Unlike him, I saved it and invested in it to make more and more money.

Three years after my mother's death, my father met and married a woman that put him into all the mess he's in now.

But besides all of that, I would do anything to get away from my family now. All they want, need, care, love and seem to have is money.

Anyway, after an hour had passed, he called.

"Why does it feel like you're going to give me bad news?"

"Because I am," Enzo sighed. "I know that you and Dima won't get back to the way you two were back then, but he's taking you over to your apartment. I would drop everything and come over there and get you myself, but Sophia has some people that had set up a meeting without me knowing. I'm sorry."

"It's fine," I said, pulling my suitcase out the door. "I deserve it."

"Stop saying that. You don't deserve anything bad. You had your reasons for leaving and it was a mistake. That's all. If my siblings can't take that, then that's their fault. Not yours," He stated. "Now, this meeting won't be long so when you get to your apartment, I'll probably be there or a little afterwards."

"Okay," I said, walking into the elevator and pressing for the lobby. "I guess I'll see you later."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I lied. "I just have a lot on my mind."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. I'll be fine."

"Rhea, if there's something that you want to talk about, please tell-"

"It's fine, Enzo. All you do is worry about me all the time and I was the one who hurt you."

"I have to go but we'll talk about this later."

"Whatever." I said, hanging up.

Everyone knew to never hang up on Enzo Spencer, but I wasn't everyone. I was way different than everyone. Plus, this wasn't the first time that I hung up on him anyway.

Remembering the fact that Dima was the one who was going to take me to my new apartment, the elevator doors happened to slide open as he and a few other men stood behind him.

"Give them your keys so they can grab your things."

"The door isn't locked." I said walking out and passed him.

Dima and I were good friends. I don't know if I hurt him when I left since it's hard to hurt the guy's feelings, but who cares. I could care less if I hurt other people's feelings by leaving and hurting Enzo. I hurt him and yeah. It hurt me, but what these people have to understand is the fact that I didn't know that he had fallen in love with me. I wouldn't have left if I'd known that.

"Then, let me take your bags then."

"Okay. What the actual fuck is wrong with you," I asked, stopping once we got outside. "Did Enzo tell you to be nice to me or something?"

"I don't have to fucking explain anything to use, Rhea," He said, walking up close to me. "What you have to do is explain why you're back after all these years with no phone call or reasons why you got up and left."

I wanted to tell Dima what I knew, but I knew him and the things he'll do to save his brother. I knew that if I told him, he would get himself killed and there's nothing that I would do for Enzo to forgive me.

"It's best if I don't tell you," I said, handing him my suitcase. "After all, you and your sister already hate me for hurting Enzo."

Without anything else to say, I climbed into the backseat and stared down at my hands.

Why didn't I leave as soon as I told Enzo what I knew? Everything would've been so easier and better for them if I had just left.

After some time, my things were now settled in the back and Dima had climbed in and happened to just sit in the seat in front of me. Trying not to pay him any mind, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Puffing a smoke cloud into the air.

"And he still smokes after all the times you've been in the hospital." I said as the car drove off.

"Saids the girl who not only hurt my brother but everyone who cared for you."

At that, the car went completely, except from the sound of the car engine and the sound of Dima texting someone.

Blowing out another puff of smoke, he rolled down the window and threw the cigarette bud out. Since Dima or I wasn't going to say anything, I rested my head against the headrest as I crossed my arms over my chest, watching the other cars driving past us.

"Look, I don't expect you to forgive me for what I did but I'm sorry, Dima," I said. "I thought I didn't have a chance to ever mean anything to Enzo because I thought he couldn't get over Lisa. I never thought he had feelings for me."

"So you never took it as a hint when he took you out to dinner, chose you over work, bought you anything you wanted as a sign that he was in love with you?"

"No, because he was my first." I said without looking up at him.

Everyone who knew Enzo knew that he would never get with a girl if she was a virgin. Some rules he had. At the time when Enzo needed a whore and my friend wasn't able to go, I had to do her a favor. Enzo was my first boyfriend and the first guy to ever take me. I don't want to know what he'll think when Dima tells him what I just told him.

"How does not Enzo know?" He asked.

"Because he didn't see me take the pill."

"But you did take them," He asked as I looked out the window. "Right?"

"It's another reason why I came back, Dima."

"Fuck, Rhea," He cursed. "Did you at least know you were pregnant when you left?"

"No, because if I was, I would've told Sophia."

"So, where's the child?"

"She's... um... she's-"

I never told anyone what happened to my child. What happened, what Mike did was something I can never forget. Everyday since that day has caused me the greatest pain in my life that I know for a fact that I'll be able to get over.

"Rhea," Dima said, taking my hand, causing tears to sting my eyes. "What happened?"

"When she was born, I tried to stay awake because I couldn't trust my family with her. I knew that they would try to hurt her and I had to protect her as her mother. I was going to come back here when I had her to tell Enzo, but Mike,'' I said as I broke down. "He found out that it wasn't his and he killed her. I wished it didn't happen but he had his men to gold me as I watched him hurt her."

After what Mike did, I don't know why I stayed and continued to trust him. Everyday till now, I've hated myself for what I did. For staying with him. For forgiving him for killing my child. For everything that he put me though.

"I'm going to find him and I'll kill him," Dima said, drying my tears. "But Enzo needs to know. He-"

"No," I said. "He can't. He just can't."

"He had the right too, but not now," He said as the car stopped and as he checked his watch. "Look, Enzo made me promise him that I wouldn't make you cry, so stop crying. Do you want him to kill me?"

"No," I said, laughing a little. "I don't want that to happen."

"Okay then," He said as the door opened. "Dry them."

After gathering myself and drying my tears, Dima helped me out. Looking up at the apartment building, I recognize what apartment this is. The only place where the richest people ever live.

"Look, there's things that your boyfriend has me doing, so I have to do that. But when I'm done, I find Mike and I take care of him," Dima said as I took a deep breath. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah," I said, sighing. "Yeah."

"I'm sure that you didn't delete my number, so if there's anything that you want to talk about and cant or don't want to tell Enzo, call me," He said, hugging me. "Like before, I will drop everything and come to you."

"Thank you."

"Yeah." He said as walked across the road and got into another car that was identical to the one that had brought us to the apartment.

With nothing else to do, one of the bodyguards stood next to me handing me a set of keys and a brand new iPhone.

Following the two men inside, a clerk greeted us and then proceeded to lead us to the elevator. Walking through the building, it looked exactly like the Spencer Enterprise. But who am I kidding. Enzo is the one who owns most of New York.

Anyway, the clerk guides the two bodyguards and I out of the elevator and onto the floor. Swiping the keycard the clerk turns towards me letting me know that it's fingerprint protected. Knowing Enzo, I'm not surprised.

Placing my finger on the scanner, the light turns green, unlocking the locks on the door.

As the clerk smiles, he pushes the door open; allowing me to walk in first. Walking in, the lights turn on automatically. Walking further in, directly in front of me is the view of the city, a living area, the most beautiful deep gray oak kitchen to my left, a huge cream u- shaped couch sat on top of a zebra skinned rug, a coffee table sitting perfectly in the middle. On the wall to the left of every, hang a large flat screen t.v and under it is a bookshelf. The wall behind me held a bar set up with many different drinks and glasses just like the one in my office.

Taking my apartment in, I decided to head over to the bedroom, when I began to regret it. Opening the door, I sucked in a sharp breath. The room held a black wooden bed, with matching black bedside tables.

Just looking at everything made tears threaten my eyes. Enzo made this room the same way he had when I left him. At this point I don't know if he's trying to get back at me or what but whatever he's doing, he's doing a great job at it.

I Headed back to the living room, I'm surprised when I found it empty with my bags and boxes on the floor in front of the couch.

Coming to terms that I can't leave or Zack will find me and kill me for killing his son, it doesn't take me long to unpack my things. Once I was done, I sat on the couch, sighing. Grabbing my new iPhone that I'm suppose to have, I unbox and start it up. There was no point in adding all my important contacts due to the fact that it was already programmed with everything I needed. About to turn it off and rest, a notification pops up bringing me to the calendar. On it were many slots of different times of the day. Meetings, I'm assuming. Hovering my finger over one, I open it to see that I have a meeting with some man named Matthew.

Standing up to see if there's something in this place for me to eat, a message pings:

Enzo: I hope you know how to treat some wounds. I'll be arriving shortly. No questions asked.

Reading the text a few times, I knew this was business and one rule in business is that you never mix pleasure with it. I just want to know what the hell Enzo got myself into.

Grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink in the bathroom, I leave it on the kitchen countertop so I can make myself something to eat. Just as soon as I am ready to eat, the front door opens. Hearing his heavy footsteps coming towards me, I roll my eyes and take a bite of my chicken and rice.

"Do I ask what the hell happened?" I asked as I walked over to the sink to wash my hands.

"It doesn't matter so there's no need to ask." He said, smirking, as he slumped into one of the barstools under the kitchen island.

Walking over to him with the first aid kit, I knew he said not to ask any questions and that it did not concern me, but how do you not ask when someone's covered in blood?

"You know, I don't care what you do and you said that this doesn't concern me but," I asked, trying to avoid making eye contact with him. "Are you hurt?"

"Why won't you look at him?" Enzo asked as I unbuttoned his shirt and started cleaning him up.

"You tell me what happened and I'll tell you why."

At this, all he could do was take a deep breath in and shake his head. Enzo was the type of person that didn't tell you anything. The only way to know what was going on was if the situation concerned you in some kind of way.

"Look. Not trying to be some jackass but I said no questions. I am your boss, you do what I say, and that's that," He stated. "All I need you to do is to fix me as best as you can."

Looking down, I saw that both his hands were bruised and coated in blood. All he was doing was going to a meeting with his sister. Did something bad happen?

Getting over the fact that he wasn't going to tell me what happened, I just started working on him. Not saying anything, I pulled out disinfectant wipes and a bandage.

Walking over to the sink, I wetted a towel with warm water and went back to Enzo. Without waiting for permission, I take his hand in mine; a small gasp slipping through my lips.

Finishing, I sigh as I let go of his hand to get everything cleaned up, but somehow Enzo was able to get me trapped in between the kitchen island and his amrs.

Looking out at him for the first time today, I traced my hands up his arms, letting him lean closer. Our breaths mingled as we stared into each other's eyes.

There's obviously something going on between us. A sexual tension in the air. I was deep in my thoughts when Enzo's lips brushed over mine. When I felt them, I pushed him.

"Okay," He said as I passed him. "What the actual fuck, Rhea."

"You know what? This was a mistake staying. I should've left when I told you what my father was doing."

"Is this because of Sophia, because if it is I'll talk to her," Enzo said. "She'll get over it."

"It's not that," I whispered, thinking about what I told Dima. "If I told you every reason why I came back, you'd hate me."

"You know that I can never hate you, Rhea," He said, as he walked up behind me. "No matter what you did. I can never hate you."

I wanted to tell him. Wanted to cry in his arms and tell him everything. Tell him how much I hate myself for leaving and about our child. I wanted to tell him and I knew that sooner or later he'll know, but right now, I just couldn't. I hurt and I didn't want to cause him any more pain than I'd already had. The only thing that I could do was tell him to leave. After all, I needed the rest.

"I... didn't get any sleep so I'm going to do that."

"Would you like me to stay?" He asked, holding me.

"No," I said, drying my tears and facing him. "You have a lot of work to do so you do that."

"Call me for whatever you need," He said. "I'll drop everything when it comes to you."

"I know."

After letting him leave, I found the strength to finish my food into my mouth. Once I was done, I washed everything up and headed for bed. Looking at the schedule on my work phone, I'm supposed to be at H.Q by seven in the morning.

Just when I slip into the black silk sheets, a message pings on the phone. Glancing over to what the phone was lying, small butterflies flutter in my stomach when I see that the message is from Enzo.

Enzo: There's car keys in the last drawer under the kitchen island. Take any car you want. They're all yours. Still not trying to sound like a jackass, be at your desk by seven. We have a busy day tomorrow and I don't know how long I can tolerate without seeing you.

Smiling at the text, all I could do was text him back. 'Yes, sir' before tossing my phone back on the bedside table then laying down.