Bianca closed the door behind her before moving towards the bed while Isabella sat up on the bed when she detected Bianca’s presence in her room.
As soon as Bianca got into the bed with Isabella, she brought Isabella’s head down to her chest and tightly hugged her. She coaxed Isabella, stroking her unruly hair as she urged, “Let it all out”.
Isabella, who couldn’t control her emotions anymore, snuggled into Bianca’s arm and broke down in tears.
Bianca averted her gaze as she observes Isabella sobbing in her arm with a pitiful expression on her face, indicating how remorseful she must be feeling for Isabella. She really felt bad for her. Isabella had to take all those punishments from her own mother, considering that she was the one who had made Isabella gone to the bar last night. Seeing Isabella in this condition, she believed she was solely to blame, she deserve that slap for leaving Isabella behind at the bar.
But where may she have gone if she couldn’t find her at the bar last night? When they had first arrived at the bar, she vividly remembered leaving Isabella there by herself in an intoxicated state and when she had returned with the man Isabella was meant to have a (O. N. S) one-night-stand with, Isabella had already fled.
Although she tried searching all over the area for Isabella but it was difficult to spot her because of the crowds and the fact that Isabella was also intoxicated made it uneasy for her.
Since she was unable to find Isabella last night, Bianca had assumed that Isabella must have returned home since she seemed a bit uncomfortable when she was brought here.
Assuming Bianca had realized Isabella haven’t gotten home when Celina, her mother had called this morning to inquire about Isabella’s absent from home, She would have either denied or covered up for Isabella, depending on the situation.
“I’m sorry I didn’t cover up for you.” She apologized. “I didn’t know you weren’t at home,” Bianca added calmly.
“It’s fine, It’s not your fault”, Isabella said sadly.
“It’s all my fault,” Bianca admitted. “I wouldn’t have left you alone at the bar when I knew you were drunk,” she says, which made Isabella pry out from her chest.
Isabella stumbled over her words, “No, no, it’s actually my fault for not staying,” Isabella couldn’t finish her statement. She had been crying for a while, so her voice was now raspy.
Bianca cupped Isabella’s face and lifted it up to hers. She gives her a hard look as she cleans the tears stain from her cheek. She said softly,
“Take a deep breath in and talk to me”.
As instructed, Isabella drew a deep breath in and exhaled tremendously. She waited for a second to calm herself down before she spoke in a calm tone of voice. “My mom is still not convinced, but I’m actually grateful for your help because I really needed it.” Isabella said. “You really saved me today,” Isabella said since she knew she wouldn’t have been able to tell her mother a convincing lie back then.
“Well, if you want to repay my kindness, you might want to start telling me all about what happened”. Bianca said after releasing her hold on Isabella’s face. “Where did you go last night?” She questioned. “And why didn’t you return home last night?”
When Bianca mentioned, “Last night”, Isabella had a brief heartbeat flutter. She felt all the anguish and pain leave her body when memories of what had transpired earlier between her and the two hot men back then in the mansion flooded in her brain. She imagined how the extravagant luxurious building looks like; opulent, grandiose and edifice. She felt chills all over her body as she haven’t being to such mansion like theirs before in her life.
As Isabella listened to Bianca, who was explaining all that had occurred back then at the bar, she wiped her watery eyes clean for a clearer vision.
“I looked for you all over the bar last night, but I couldn’t find you. Do you know? Even the black dude I bought, I had to leave him behind because I believed you have gone home–“, Bianca couldn’t finish her statement when Isabella interrupted.
“Wait! You ordered a black man for me?” Unexpectedly, Isabella asked.
Isabella thought that Bianca had ordered those men to fuck her, back there in the mansion. However, they did not appear to be someone Bianca could afford for a night.
“Of course. Black men are better in bed,” Bianca teased, her lips twitching.
As Isabella cocked her head to look at Bianca, She scowled and had an irritated expression on her face. “Ugh, no wonder you are after my brother. You just want to have sex with him”. She claims and Bianca gave her a playful punch that made her chuckle.
“I can’t believe that drink caught you so hard. You have a low tolerance for alcohol.” Bianca suddenly changed the subject.
“Don’t forget I was on an empty stomach, so it must have affected me because my system was weak.” Isabella remarked
“Does that means it wasn’t actually not your first time drinking alcohol?”
“It was my first time, and I’m never drinking it again.” Isabella shuddered when she recalled her previous experience, drinking alcohol at the bar.
“So tell me, Isabella, where did you spend a complete night at?” Bianca raised a question and it made Isabella’s stomach shunned with butterflies.
In her mind, Isabella pictured the two men as being hot, attractive, fearless and breathtaking with unique, vibrant eyes that could pierce right through her soul and melt her heart. One of them was quite harsh towards her but the other was calm, soft, and innocent.
If not for Matteo, who had interfered back then, she couldn’t be able to imagine what Leonardo would have done to her. She hated the kind of person he was and assumed he was just being prejudiced.