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"You bastard," he whispers, as he looks at Amy, but is evidently referring to me. Amy gasps in terror and stares back at her dad standing in the doorway.
I put my hands up in protest as Kevin looks at me, his eyes full of rage.
"Kevin, I know what this must look like but …"
I didn't see his balled fist as it crashes into my jaw sending me to the floor.
"Don't you ever talk to me again," he says and walks out. Amy looks at me with tears rolling down her face whilst she frantically gets dressed and runs out after him.
Chapter Seven
Leonardo
It's been a week since Kevin stormed out of the house with Amanda running after him; it's the closest I've been to hell. Amy never returned home. She simply sent me a text instead. I stare at the text again now, for the millionth time, as I sit in my office.
Leonardo, I love you so much but I'm not sure I can continue to do this after everything that’s happened. It’s not that I’m running away or leaving you, but I just need some time away from you right now. It’s all such a huge mess and I need time to think. I can't lose my dad, Leo, and the thought that your friendship with him could be destroyed because of me is unbearable.
I rake my hands through my hair and sit down heavily on the sectional. I run my hands through the soft fabric remembering the many nights Amanda and I had spent on it. I have tried calling her but she never picks up and has refused to return my calls. Kevin hasn't returned any of my calls either and refused to see me when I went to his hotel. I know he's still in Boston, but all efforts to meet him at his hotel room have been futile. I haven't slept at home since Amanda left. It just doesn't feel the same without her. She hasn't come to the office either; instead she’s been calling in sick. I feel like my entire world has crashed. Everything I care about is threatening to slip out of my grasp, my long-standing friendship with Kevin and my relationship with Amanda. If only I could tell him how much I love Amanda … Amanda … she must be so heartbroken and torn between her father and me.
I have to do something or I'll go crazy. I can't spend another day without seeing Amanda. But I have to fix things with Kevin first. I pick up my phone and dial Kevin's number again, hoping with all my heart that he'll finally agree to a meeting.
"What do you want, Leonardo?"
I sigh in relief as I hear his voice. "Kevin, I know how you must hate me and you have every right to but I swear on my life that I'm not playing games with Amanda. I'm in love with her and I want to be with her. But I don't want to lose you either."
"You should have thought of that before sleeping with my daughter, Leo."
"Please can we meet and talk? I need to make you understand. Please ..."
So much time passed that I thought he had hung up on me.
"Kevin?"
"I'll be in my hotel room. 610."
"Thank you."
I hurriedly put on my jacket and race downstairs to the garage. I turn on my ignition and race to The Lenox Hotel, trying to stay within the speed limit so I don't get pulled over.
I stop at the hotel and briskly walk inside heading straight to the elevator. I hit the button going to the sixth floor and try to still my breath, carefully considering my words, so as not to enrage Kevin further.
I step off the elevator and walk to Kevin's room. I knock twice and wait. He opens the door and stares at me for a few moments before moving away to sit on an armchair. I take that as a sign to come into the room and I close the door behind me.
I sit down on the ottoman at the foot of the king-size bed facing him. He hasn’t even looked at me.
"Thank you for seeing me."
There’s an awkward pause.
"Why did it have to be my daughter? You could have any woman you want. Any at all. Why Amanda?"
"Because I'm in love with her, Kevin.”
"You really expect me to believe that?," Kevin says sarcastically, shooting me an angry look. "I’ve known you for years, don’t forget, Leo. This isn’t love. This is lust, and I find you repulsive." He stands up and looks out of the window.
"Do you honestly think that low of me?"
"You're the one who's been screwing my daughter and treating her like one of your whores!" he shouts venomously, spit forming on his lips. Time hasn’t eased his rage, it seems. Yet, I know I can get him to listen. He wouldn’t have invited me here otherwise if he wasn’t going to at least hear what I have to say.
