Er Noireの小説

Amelia's POV “She's been at my house for two weeks, Vincenzo. Just talk to her.” I beg him. He ignores me completely and continues writing down things on the sheet of paper on his desk. “Did I mention she has started stripping?” I ask which grabs his attention. “The same strip club she met Francesco?” He asks dropping his pen and picking up his phone, sliding it in his pocket. “Yes. I'm worried about her. She's drinking and is throwing up a lot. Can you please apologize to her and ask her to go live with you?“ I beg. “Im not apologizing for something I didn't do.” He walks past me and exits his office leaving me to follow him. “This is your fault. You screwed Claire behind her back and you're playing the victim? And now her boyfriend is having a child with the person she hates the most!” I yell at him. He doesn't talk until we get outside and he holds the passenger door for me for his car. Once he gets in he starts the car and stars driving. “I didn't go the whole way with her

Arabella's P.O.V “Hi,” I whisper as she opened the door. “What? Are you here to steal Francesco from me?” She asks, disgusted. “What?” I question. “I wasn't trying to-” I stop myself from talking once I realize what she's talking about. “I'm sorry, but I don't really want to talk to you right now.” She sighs slowly closing the door. Without hesitation, I stop her from shutting it by sticking out my leg. “Wait, Amelia. Please, listen to my side of the story for once in your life. I hate how you always look down at me. You called me names and always accused me of stealing your boyfriends because of your own insecurities.”She looks at me and starts breaking down. “I'm sorry, Arabella. I'm just jealous of how perfect you are. You look perfect, you act perfect, you have a perfect relationship and you have at least three guys trying to chase after you.” She babbles hugging me tightly. “I'm jealous at how perfect you are and I wish I could be like you. I only became a stripper so I co

ARABELLA'S P.O.V I wake up to rays of sunshine hitting my skin and slowly flutter my eyes open. I look around his room and smile realizing this was his room. I still can't believe that we were together, in his bed. Naked. Together. “What're you looking at?” His hoarse voice asks with a smile. I smile back at how sexy he sounds despite the hoarse voice. I'm sure I sounded like a troll. “You.” I respond bending down to peck his lips. “I want to go back to sleep.” He informs, pulling me against his chest. “Do you want to sleep with me?”“I'm not tired,” I say, turning to face him. “Then let's do something else.” He suggests with a smirk. He pulls me on top of him so that I can feel his slight erection. “No.” I groan. “I have a morning breath, doesn't that disgust you?”“I'm okay with it. And why can't we?”“Because my legs hurt and not because I'm still learning how to walk, it's because. I feel sore.” I explain, closing my legs, tight. “You know if we have morning sex it'll make

“Arabella, why are you crying?” Amelia's voice asks me but I couldn't see her because I was closing my eyes. “She needs space,” Vincenzo says, walking us up to his room. Once we get there he locks the door and lays me on the bed.“I killed my father and you just let me.” I say wiping my tears. “He was going to hurt us.”“He was going to hurt you, not me. How long have you known that I was his daughter?”“Only when we came back from Italy.” He confesses. “And you never told me? You expect me to be telling you everything and get mad when I have secret but when you don't tell me something it's a different story.”“I understand, you're upset, but I'm sorry. I didn't want you to find out like that. I'm really sorry.” He begs. “Your father was a bad man but you would never kill him,” I mumble and hope he couldn't hear me. “My father was a good man who did bad things.”“Because kidnapping my mother was a good thing.” I spit, glaring at him. “Are you trying to defend him?”“It doesn't m

Arabella's P.O.V “Okay, this is the first place we met. I was punching a punching bag.” He says as he pushes my wheelchair into the room. “I was an asshole to you, because I was upset.” He adds. I look up at him. “Why were you upset?”“It was the anniversary of the day my family died.”I pause and decide it's best to just look away from him. “I'm sorry, if I annoyed you that day.” I whisper. “You were the best thing that happened to me.” He chuckled, rolling me out of the room.~*“This is my office.”“Why are you showing me this room if it's your office?” I ask. “Because we did a lot of stuff here.” He smirks. I look down at my legs. ”Am I a virgin?” “Yeah, I didn't want to rush you.”“Are you a virgin?”“No.” He responds bluntly. I felt kind of hurt. I've always wanted my boyfriend's first time to be with me. “Don't feel bad Arabella, I haven't had sex with anyone ever since I started falling hard for you.” He comforts. “Can we go to the next room?” I ask, trying to change

ARABELLA'S P.O.V "Did someone call me?" Amelia's voice asks walking into the room. I rub the back of my neck and realize what this meant. I was planning on stealing Amelia's boyfriend without me even knowing. This makes me a slut and this time it's true so I'm sure she'd hate me. Well, I'm not going to make the same mistake I made the last time. "Amelia, I kissed your boyfriend!" I blurt out. "Only because she remembered me." Francesco adds. I look at him with a confused look on my face but he isnt looking at me. "She remembers that we use to go out." He finishes. "Wait!” Amelia exclaims walking towards me and landing on my bed. "Does this mean you remember Vincenzo? You remember having the biggest crush on him while you were with Francesco?" She questions with a grin. "Yes. I do." I lie, with an awkward smile. She pulls out her phone and starts aggressively scrolling through it. “What are you doing?” I asks as the phone begins to ring. “Calling Vincenzo so you can tell him." S