Romeo's Revenge

Romeo's Revenge

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Romeo's Revenge Deandre Romeo Every Romeo has their own Juliet right? Well, not for Deandre Romeo. He's cold inside and out. He's only nice to his family and his best friend and it makes girls afraid to get close to him. For him, love does exist but he doesn't want it. Tatiana Kamerie She's deeply in love with her high school sweetheart and will get married in 2 months. She always thinks that he's the one for her and she can't wait to change her last name. On her wedding day, instead of marrying her one and only love.. he's married to a jerk slash asshole slash cold hearted bastard.

Chapter 1 No.1

Tatiana Kamerie

"Hey babe.." I kissed Eric's cheek and hugged him briefly.

"Hey love, I miss you so much." Eric smiled.

"I miss you too so.. how's Italy?"

"We went here for a meeting so.. we never went out a lot." Eric here is my highschool sweetheart, we've been dating for almost 7 years now and we're getting married in 2 months which is so exciting. Eric has been working with my dad ever since he graduated from business school and my dad loves how he works so.. you know the rest.

"Let's go eat lunch, I'm so hungry." I said and he nodded.

"Let me finish this and let's go out after that.. okay?" He said and I smiled. I walked to the sofa and set my eyes on him. It's crazy that we will be so in love for 7 years and I can't contain my happiness to know that he will be my husband and we will have a happily ever after.

Eric is really sweet, romantic, caring and just everything that you want in a guy.. he has it. I'm one lucky girl who has him. In high school, he's not Mr. Popular and so was I. We both met through lab class and ever since that class.. we dated.

Our relationship has a lot of bumpy roads and we almost break up a couple of times but we keep going strong until now. He proposed to me 6 months ago and of course I answered yes!

"I'm finished.. let's go." Eric stood up from his chair, he walked to the hanger to take his suit. He put it on and checked himself in the mirror. I got up from my seat and walked to him.

"Let's go." I said and he took my hand smiling widely at me. I took his car key and we walked out of the room. We took the lift down to the basement straight to his car. He opened the door for me and I always love it when he does that. I got into the car and he closed the door. He walked to the other side and got into the car. I put my seatbelt on as he started the car.

"So how's work? You doing' okay?" He asked as he put his own seatbelt on.

"Yes, I will have a couple of shoots tomorrow." I said.

"Good to hear that babe.. I'm glad that you're happy." He said and he drove out from the basement.

"I am happy, I can't wait to change my last name to yours soon." I said as we held hands.

"Me too, you're mine." He said as he kissed the top of my hand.

"Forever." I added.

"Yes, forever."

"I'm talking to the new restaurant that we talked about last week. The new brunch restaurant downtown.."

"Oh.. I remember. Let's go there!"

"I am taking you there, you have been talking about it since last week." As usual.. he's the best!

"2 months to our wedding.. can't believe this is happening." I squealed again.

"I'm yours and you are mine, babe." He glanced at me and I just can't stop being so excited for our wedding. I already have this gorgeous wedding dress and everything is already prepared so well.

Suddenly I felt my phone vibrate inside my bag, I took it out and read a message from my dad saying that I have to see him after this because it's an emergency. I raised my eyebrows for it because why isn't he contacting Eric?

Eric can help him with everything right? What kind of emergency is it until I have to get involved?

"We're here." Eric said and I turned my head to the road. He drove into the parking lot and parked his car. He got out first and then he walked over to my side to open the door for me.

"Thankyou." I said as I got out and he smiled. We walked to the restaurant with our hands intertwined. We sat down on the seat near the window as always because I love to look out the window when I'm eating. My mom always does it and it reminds me of her every time.

"So.. what do you want? There's your favorite here.. chicken waffle and strawberry pancakes." Eric said and I looked at the menu.

"I want a chicken salad.. I'm in a mood to eat salad today."

"Do you want to share the pancakes?" He smiled and I chuckled.

"You know me so well.." I said and he raised his hand to call the waiter. He ordered a mushroom soup and chicken sandwich. I told the waiter that I want a chicken salad and Eric added the strawberry pancakes.

"Let's have dinner together tonight, I'll pick you at 6.30?" Eric asked.

"Okay.. and can we eat at-"

"Pottie?" He cut me and I smiled.

"Of course, we can babe." He said and I did a little dance. My head turned around to see the new restaurant and I love the interior so war and the marble tables.. I love it.

Suddenly my phone rang and I took it our from my bag, it's my dad again.

"Hello." I answered.

"Tatiana, I want you to come to my office in an hour. Come here without Eric." I raised my eyebrows when he said that. I looked at Eric and he looked at me confuse.

"Okay.. is everything okay?"

"I'll explain to you later on." My dad said in a panic tone and then he ended the call.

"Who?"

"My dad, he wants to see me later on." I said and he nodded.

"He seems.. worried and panic.. is there a problem with the company?" I asked Eric and he shook his head.

"The company is fine." Eric said and I nodded.

"Okay then.." I said but I still feel so worried and suspicious with dad's action. He never called me with that kind of tone and even forcing me to go to the office.

Well.. I hope everything is okay.. finger cross

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