Tangled again ❤️

They had been working in his study all afternoon, pouring over papers and books, their heads bent in concentration. As the sun began to set, they both felt the familiar tiredness creep up on them, and before they knew it, they had both fallen asleep, slumped against each other on the sofa.

He woke up first, his eyes fluttering open to find her in his arms, her head resting on his chest. He lay still, pretending to be asleep, as he gazed down at her. He couldn't remember the last time they had fallen asleep together like this, and he felt a warmth spread through his chest at the sight of her.

He glanced down at her face, and saw that she was slowly waking up as well. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him with a hint of confusion. He could see the realization dawn on her face as she remembered where they were and what had happened.

As she sat up, he could feel his heart racing. He knew he should say something, but he was afraid of breaking the moment. He simply looked into her eyes, and saw the same emotions reflected back at him.

They sat there for a moment, unsure of what to say or do. The silence between them was palpable, but it was a comfortable silence, filled with a deep understanding of each other.

Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I remember now," she said, her eyes never leaving his. "We were working, and then...I don't know, I just felt so tired."

He nodded, still unable to speak. He knew that he had felt the same way, and that they had both fallen asleep together, in each other's arms. It was a small, intimate moment, one that they had shared many times before, but it felt different this time.

As they sat there, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the room. They knew that they would have to talk about what had happened, but for now, they were content to simply be together, holding each other close and enjoying the quiet moment of understanding.

Her hands were at his chest and she could feel every beat of his heart. With each second, her nervousness increased in intensity and soon the air itself seemed to be vibrating with her anticipation. He could feel the tension in the air, and he felt oddly strange. He couldn't quite place the feeling, but it was tingling through his nerves. She could feel it too. The electricity between them was palpable.

They both knew what truth was behind it all. Their emotions had been growing for months, kept carefully hidden beneath the surface. They had stumbled into one another naturally, not quite understanding what was happening. Their conversations had changed, gradually born as friendship and blossomed into something more than either of them had expected.

In barely a moment, their gazes met and everything was said that needed to be said. His heart beat faster as he leaned in, her heart too pounding in her chest. As their lips met, the warmth and passion of their emotions spread like wildfire through their bodies and flooded the air around them. Finally, their truth was revealed. Their carefully hidden love was out in the open, displaying itself in that single tender kiss.

They sat on the couch, their lips still touching, the rest of the world fading away. The gentle kiss had brought back a flood of memories, of laughter, of tears, of late night conversations and early morning whispers. They had been meant to be together, but life had gotten in the way.

As they pulled back, they both remembered why they had drifted apart. The long hours at work, the constant stress, the pressure to succeed. They had tried to make it work, but it had been too much to handle. They had broken up, and it had been a long and painful process.

But now, as they sat on the couch, all of that seemed to melt away. They were just two people, lost in their own little world, forgetting about the past and the present.

But then, a voice broke through their reverie. "Mommy, mommy!" a small voice called out.

They both startled, their heads snapping towards the sound. A little girl, no more than five years old, was standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Mommy, why are you kissing that man?" she asked, her voice full of wonder.

Embarrassed, they both stood up, trying to compose themselves. "We, uh, we were just say hello," the man stammered.

But the little girl was not convinced. "No, you were kissing!" she insisted, her voice growing louder. "You should never meet again!"

The man and woman exchanged a look, both of them knowing that the little girl was right. They couldn't be together, not now, not ever. They were a couple, but they were also colleagues, and their boss. It was a complicated situation, and they both knew that they couldn't make it work.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," the woman said, kneeling down to hug her daughter. "Mommy and this man are not supposed to be together. We have to be careful about who we spend time with."

The little girl nodded, but her eyes still held a hint of disappointment. She had seen the love in her mother's eyes, and she knew that it was something special. But she also knew that it was something that could never be.

As the woman and man parted ways, they both knew that they would never forget this moment. They had been given a glimpse of what could have been, but it was a glimpse that they could never have. They were meant to be together, but they were also meant to be apart.

Riccardo stood at Ella's door, feeling a heavy sense of sorrow wash over him. As he left her that night, he knew their paths would never intertwine again. Fate had twisted their lives once more, placing Riccardo as Ella's boss. The seven years of separation had done nothing to extinguish his love for her.

But the warm glow of hope in his heart quickly turned to ashes the next morning. A little girl had arrived while Riccardo and Ella kissed passionately, her presence revealing the truth that Ella was now married.

Despair consumed Riccardo. He realized that any hope of rekindling their love had crumbled to dust. Desperate to salvage what remained, he accompanied Ella to work, offering his assistance on a project. However, the moment they entered the office, Riccardo saw Ella tendering her resignation.

"You can't stand the sight of me?" he asked, his voice catching in his throat. "I understand. I'll leave. You don't have to be uncomfortable."

Ella, her voice trembling, replied, "No, Riccardo. It's not you. It was me... It was all me."

Tears streamed down her face as she confessed her betrayal. Riccardo's heart shattered as he watched her leave.

Their paths diverged, but Riccardo's responsibilities as a boss tethered him to the office. The weight of work consumed him, leaving him free only at midnight. Determined to find Ella, he went in search of her, only to discover an empty house. Panic coursed through him as he frantically questioned neighbors, learning that Ella and her child had disappeared without a trace.

In his anguish, Riccardo confronted his superior, Jack, who had been the cause of his delay.

"You will never find her, Riccardo," Jack taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "She's mine now. You're just trash."

Rage overcame Riccardo, his fists clenched tightly. He could not bear to hear Ella spoken of in such a manner.

"Why do you still pursue her?" Jack continued with a mocking laugh. "She's not worthy of you, man. She's been used by countless men."

Riccardo's world shattered once again as he learned the truth about Ella's past. During their time apart, she had become pregnant to save her father's life and pay off an insurmountable debt. 

"What will make you free her from you, huh?" Riccardo asked aggressively, his eyes filled with anger.

Jack pondered for a moment, scratching his head. "Hmm, well, I've been bored of her for these five years now. Plus, all my friends need someone new," he replied casually. "So, you just return all the money I spent on her."

Hearing these words shattered Riccardo's heart into a thousand pieces. It was unimaginable what his love had gone through all these years. "I shouldn't have let her go. I should have protected her," he muttered, his voice trembling with regret.

In a fit of determination, Riccardo kicked the door open and burst into the new place where Ella was staying. Out of breath, he rushed toward her and enveloped her in a tight hug. "Ella!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with desperation.

Ella, taken aback by his sudden arrival, couldn't help but hug him back. "Riccardo, you shouldn't be here," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "I am not worthy of you."

Riccardo looked into her tear-filled eyes, his heart overflowing with love for her. Tenderly, he caressed her face. "No, Ella. I am not worthy of you. I now know everything. All these years, I never looked for you, never gave a thought to why you broke up with me. You've suffered so much, Ella. But this time, I will never leave you. I will be with you forever. I love you, Ella. I will always protect you."

These words brought comfort to Ella, and she realized that they were both meant to be together. Fate may have torn them apart, but love had a way of overcoming obstacles. No matter what, their love would prevail.

And so, with their hearts entwined, they faced the terrible fate that had tried to separate them. Love, after all, has the power to conquer all.

Ella could feel her heart racing as Riccardo's passionate touch sent shivers down her spine. She couldn't resist him any longer, and she melted into his arms. The room filled with their fervent embrace, their love reignited with a fire that burned brighter than ever before.

Their love story had been one of pain and longing, but in this moment, they found solace in each other's arms