Elena;
“Sex with Angelo was mind-blowing. Addictive. I enjoyed every moment of it, and he did as well. So don’t you dare come in here and try to play Alpha female on me, just because you two might have had some sort of chemistry.”
I made sure the words were blunt and clear, so she could hear them clearly.
I simply could not understand why she had chosen to just come in here, thinking she had a chance to humiliate or make me feel less of myself.
What she didn’t know was that I was done feeling that way.
Yes, Angelo might have done some crazy shit to me, but after the episode the other day, which almost got me hospitalized, I was now bent on living the moment.
I definitely wasn’t having anyone say trash about me. No matter who they claim to be.
Not like I cared who she was in the first place. The conditions that brought me here shouldn’t be a reason for her to think I am demeaning enough to want to be looked down on.
I wouldn’t have that. Not at all.
She pulled away from me harshly, her heels clinking on the marble floors, like she had been bitten.
She stood a few inches away from me, her eyes hard, staring me over as she spoke with gritted teeth.
“You have no right, you….”
A sudden knock rapped at the door at that exact moment, and our heads snapped to it.
For a moment, I thought Angelo must have known she was in there, but Angelo would never knock on his door.
The door opened slowly, and we were met with Dominic’s gaze.
His eyes swept between us, for a fleeting moment. If he could deduce that there had been a backlash just a few moments ago, he did nothing to give it away.
“The Don calls for you.” He simply said, and I blinked
The Don?
Why?
Took me a moment to realize his eyes were on her, and I released a silent sigh of relief.
Whoever that was, must have known how bitchy she could be, and helped me get rid of her sooner than I would have thought.
Her eyes snapped back to mine, but this time, she had completely masked the hateful look on them, and she smiled sweetly at me.
“See you later, um….”
She tilted her head and I scoffed.
For someone with a bitter heart towards me, to think she doesn’t even know me by name.
A scoff escaped my lips, “You can see yourself out, brat! You should make your research the next time you intend to hate-talk someone.”
Her eyes widened slightly at my choice of words. And yes, I was definitely riling her up.
I wanted her to lay her filthy hands on me again. I wanted her to take even a step towards me.
I was already frustrated as it seems, and she is quite welcome to let me use her as a venting tool.
Her eyes flashed in a second, and I felt my anticipation rising when she took a step forward.
“Miss…”
She froze. Fists clenching beside her. Her ridiculously unmatched red lips made her look like a really spoilt brat.
Dominic took a step into the room, his eyes wary but indifferent. Just as they always were.
“I am not sure he would like it if you keep him waiting…”
“You would not tell me how to answer to my father, Dominic. I heard you!” She snapped back at him, and then stomped toward the door, brushing his arm in the process.
A huff escaped my lips the moment she left, as I was still reeling from the scenario just now.
Just who does she think she was?
I ran a hand over my hair, as I turned back to face the mirror. My hair was all tangled and unkempt.. the evidence of the rough sex in the garden was still prominent.
I caught a faint mark on my neck, and tilted my head to examine it when I felt a hand on my arm.
“Here,”
My eyes shot up in surprise, as I turned, ” What…what are you still doing here?”
He almost scared me.
And I had thought he already stepped out right after the bitch.
My confused eyes glanced down to his hands, and I could see that he handing a little white tube towards me.
“Uhmm….” I looked back up at him, still confused as ever.
“What are you doing? What is that?”
Did Angelo send him? Oh, that must be it.
I glanced down at the stuff In his hands for a moment and tore my gaze from it, going back to ruffling my hair.
“You can take it back to him. I’m not interested.”
I didn’t even know what it was, and I simply didn’t care in the slightest. What was he playing at? First, he left me half-sated in the garden for some mannerless brat, leaving her as well to come into the room and speak trash to me.
Now, he was suddenly sending whatever to me. He must have been mistaken if he thought he could rule me taking after this episode.
I’ve had enough.
“It’s not from him. It’s from me.”
My hand stilled at his words, and I whirled my head toward him, again.
“From…you? I blinked at him, glanced at his still outstretched hands, to his face, and back to it.
And then, I was shaking my head, unable to understand what he had just said, “Wait.. what do you mean, it’s from you. I don’t understand…
His eyes were on me the entire time, without blinking. Unreadable and stoic.
“For your neck.” He said, as he took my hand and placed the tube in them.
Too shocked to make a move or say a word, I simply watched him as he stepped back and made his way out of the room, shutting the door behind him slowly.
Left in a much more confused state, I raised my hand as I examined the stuff he had placed there.
It was a little tube. A white little tube. As I examined it closer, and read the contents, I discovered it was a kind of cream.
For pain relief and soreness.
Why would he give me something like that? I don’t understand.
He just said it wasn’t from Angelo, but from him. But why?
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