I should have walked away.
That would have been the rational decision.
He lied, He complicated everything.
He introduced variables I couldn't control,but logic failed me.
Because despite everything—
I trusted him.
And that scared me more than anything.
Days passed. We didn't talk.
And yet, everything felt… off.
Like a system missing a key variable.
Then he came to me. Of course he did.
"You're avoiding me," he said.
"I'm thinking."
"That's dangerous."
"For you, maybe."
He stepped closer, his voice quieter now.
"I didn't lie to hurt you."
"That doesn't make it better."
"I know."
Silence stretched between us.
I crossed my arms. "So what now?"
He hesitated.
For the first time—
Luca Moretti didn't have control.
"That depends," he said softly. "Are you walking away?"
I should have said yes.
Everything in my life had been built on control, logic, and certainty.
And he was none of those things.
But when I looked at him— I didn't see a billionaire. I didn't see a CEO.
I saw someone who chose to be real with me… even if it came late.
So I made the most irrational decision of my life.
"I'm only agreeing cause i know what it feels like," I said.
His breath caught slightly.
"But no more secrets," I added. "Ever."
He nodded immediately. "Done." I stepped closer.
"Also," I said, "you're not as hard to figure out as you think."
A small smile appeared on his face.
"And you," he replied, "are the only person who's ever tried."