Aurora’s POV
I was flabbergasted and totally at loss of what to say or do to placate Matteo. If I’d known that everything was a set up I would have completely avoided Nicholas.
At this juncture, I wasn’t even sure that his name was Nicholas.
A rap sound resonated at the door but I wasn’t ready to receive anyone. I just wanted to be on my own and think of what to do about the set up.
“Can’t I be alone in peace?” I yelled, my voice croaky and filled with tiredness. But it was apparent that the person didn’t want to listen to me.
The door pushed open and the lights turned on and I jerked up the bed, pulling the robe closer to my chest as Ginevra made her way towards me with a teasing smirk on her face.
Everything made sense to me at that point…she was the one who framed me and I didn’t need to ask why.
“You should be happy now, Ginevra. Why don’t you go to the club and party all night to celebrate your win?” I sneered but she made a tsking sound that further annoyed me.
“What made you think that I did any of that? Come on, Aurora, I’m too busy for that. If there’s anything I badly want to do, it’s telling Matteo everything about you but it’s not possible yet because I still want to give you the benefit of the doubt. I’m giving you more time to tell him the truth, Aurora, or I’ll do it myself.” She said firmly.
I palmed my face, turning around the room.
“I don’t believe you, Ginevra. I know how much you hate me and you can go to any possible length just to hurt me.” I retorted, my nose flaring in annoyance.
She wasn’t fazed by my response and somehow, her eyes showed sincerity. But if she didn’t set me up, then who did? She was the only one who had something to gain from my misunderstanding with Matteo and no one else.
“Yes. I can do that, Aurora. But for now, I’m still picturing ways of making Matteo go farther from you so that we can be together.” She did a twirl and headed for the door. “Have a wonderful night, Aurora Mancini.”
I raked through my hair as anger surged through me. I couldn’t keep crying so I rushed to the bathroom and blew my nose, then washed my face which had gotten red from crying.
I knocked on Matteo’s door but I didn’t wait for him to ask me to come in.
“What are you doing here?” He hollered, his voice deep and filled with anger.
“Matteo, you have to understand that I didn’t kiss him. It was a set up, you could ask Demetrio.” I tried to convince him but he was more interested in the laptop in front of him.
“I don’t believe you,” He stated and folded his arms as he stared at me.
“So you mean that after everything I’ve done with you, you don’t have any iota of trust for me. You are the first man and the only man I’ve ever known, hell! You even got me pregnant.” I spat so that he could realise what he was doing.
His eyes flickered with conflicting emotions. I bet he wanted to trust me but the picture he had seen kept deceiving him. Sometimes I wondered why men were the way they were.
I’d have given him the benefit of the doubt if he was the one, but now that the reverse was the case he proved to me that our relationship wasn’t even solid. That meant that anyone could come to him and accuse me and he’d believe their words over mine.
“I don’t know what to believe, Aurora.” He confessed and I held back a snort.
“It’s fine, Matteo. You are Capo and you are capable of finding out the truth if you want, but after you find the truth, forget that we were ever a couple.” I said and left the room without giving him the opportunity to reply.
Heavy footsteps rang behind me as I trotted along the hallway. I didn’t stop until I felt Matteo’s familiar hands on mine. I struggled in pulling my hands from his grip but since he didn’t bulge I stood and waited for him to say whatever he wanted.
But he said nothing, rather, he twirled me around and brought our lips closer. He hesitated for a second, slowly pulling his face closer till there was no space left then he merged our lips in the most passionate and hurtful kiss ever.
Our touch was a mixture of pain and want. As he grabbed my waist our memories began to flood into my head causing my eyes to well up with tears.
His tongue delved into my mouth, swirling around mine. It was a kiss of dominance and possessiveness that sparked an overwhelming desire inside of me.
We broke the kiss at the same time, panting heavily.
“I’ll find out what really happened and if it was really a set up like you claimed, then I’d make him feel pain in the worst way ever.” He decided and I scoffed, propping my arms against my waist.
“If?” I grimaced. “I didn’t even kiss that man, Matteo. Why can’t you fvcking trust me?” I raged.
“I don’t know, Aurora. Excuse me, please.” He said calmly and walked out while I burst into tears.
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Demetrio drove me as usual but this time I wasn’t in the mood for any chitchat. I just wanted to see Nicholas and wriggle his neck for putting me through such emotional trauma.
I wasn’t even sure that he was a student of the school. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
“How do you feel?” Demetrio asked, his gaze on the road which I preferred.
“I feel like shit. An advice for you, Demetrio, don’t claim to love someone if you don’t trust the person.” I advised and leaned on the headrest, taking deep breaths to calm my frayed nerves.
The slight upset in my lower abdomen didn’t even help matters. I took my phone from my bag to distract myself from the realities of my life. I was still grateful that I had something else to focus on since my love life was in shambles.
Demetrio slanted a worried gaze at me when he saw me with my phone. His action caused me to be more curious but I didn’t bother asking as I continued scrolling through social media.
Some nice pictures popped up which I admired but one caught my attention causing me to zoom in. Behind the some men and women was a man with dark-brown hair, his eyes peering at a whore who straddled his laps.
I didn’t need to be told twice that it was Matteo, sleeping around with a whore while I was drowning in my own pool of pain.