4: The cry baby

What have I done?

With my lips still glued to his, I opened my eyes to look at him, and he was staring at me in shock with my lips still on his.

Immediatdiately, he pushed me slightly, looking at me awkwardly. He cleared his throat, looking around awkwardly.

He cleared his throat again. “I will get someone to take you to the hospital to treat your wound,”

He seemed so embarrassed. The way he looked around, not even looking at me for a second.

I frowned, still kneeling on the floor from the slight push from him. “I don't want to,” 

All women in Milan respect and obey me, but only Caitrona Balboa, who has no fear. She is always eccentric and unreasonable. He thought.

He blinked awkwardly at me, and I did the same. Immediatdiately I grab him on the leg with my knees to the floor.

I scream out, making passersby look at us. “Unless you send me to the hospital yourself, I will rather die than go to the hospital,”

He trembles. “Cait... Caitrona, you are embarrassing me,” his forehead dripped with sweat looking at the face of confused passers-by.

He tried to push me away, but I leeched myself on him.

“Caitrona...stand up,” he grumbled underneath his breath.

I groan in pain. “I don't think I can, and I think I broke my leg from your push,”

“You...” he faces palmed his head. “You're a 200level university student for chrissake. Act like one,”

“But it hurts. Look, I've lost so much blood,” I murmur. “I don't want to die from this painful sore,” I gave him a sad face stretching my arms to him to see my dark sore.

He rolled his eyes, looking at me. “There is a saying that goes like this, don't worry, scourge can generally live for a hundred years,”

I manage to get up and hug him unexpectedly. He didn't hug back but was just wondering. “I am not a scourge,”

I hug him tightly with a bright smile on my cheek. “Even if I am, I am the best looking scourge,”

He wanted to speak but was unable to. He pushes me and covers his face.

“You're a woman. Can't you be more reserved?”

“Wait a minute, are you blushing?” I ask mockingly.

“No...No...why would I blush?” he stammers.

I furrowed my brow at him. “But I am still a young girl, not yet a woman,”

He raised his eyebrows. “Which part of you resemble a young girl?” he sweats up.

I grin like a maniac. “But if Uncle DD wants to treat me as a woman and eat me up...”

I immediately hug him again. “Then eating my black ass up is acceptable,”

He yells slightly, trying to push me away from him, but instead, I jump on him. Not minding passerby's, we both fell on the floor.

“Caitronaaaa...” he yells in pain, “Why are you so heavy for your age?”

_

I arrived home in an excellent mood. I entered the big sitting room, and my eyes landed on Avala and Graciela.

Avala was sipping on her coffee mug. With a bright smile from her.

“Caitrona is back. Why is she so late?” Avala asks.

“Look at her smiling face, and she must have fooled around somewhere,”

I turn with an incredible smile at both of them.

“Aunty, it seems like your daughter is good at fooling around because she sounds like an expert.”

Graciela groans. “Auntie, did you hear what she said?”

I didn't bother to look at them, and I climbed the stairs with great enthusiasm. I was still limping.

Avala pants Graciela's back. “Why did you care about her? Just take her word as a black woman without character edge,”

I stopped at the hearing of her word. “Why are you the second choice? A black woman once ran this Mansion. What made you the second choice? Auntie?”

“You...” Avala barks.

“What?” I question with a smiling face. “what is wrong with me? Did I say something wrong?”

“No, you didn't, bye,” she faked a smile. I walked away.

This brat, I've been married into this family for over sixteen years, and she dares call me Avala...

“Auntie, don't worry, I've got a way of dealing with that bitch right now; just give me some minutes, and you will hear good news,”

Avala nods at her daughter as she walks away.

-

A few minutes later

Caitrona decided on taking a quick shower as she gradually removed the towel from her body and entered the tub.

She was careful with her left leg since it was on a bandage, a bandage constructed on her leg by Adonis Dellucci. The thought of what happened inside his car was mind-blowing. The way he gradually caresses the dressing on her dark, shinny lap was wondering.

“He helped me to bandage my wound... Just a light wash will do,” she blushes at the thought of it.

Someone gradually opens the bathroom door and throws in a scorpion and leaves.

Caitrona walks out from the tub and wipes her body with her towel as she surrounds the spare towel her Melanie's skin.

She stops Immediatdiately hearing a swipe on the floor behind her. She turns around, and her eyes land on the giant black scorpion walking fast in her direction. She was not putting on slippers, and the ground was slippery.

“Scorpion...” she yells. “Their is a scorpion in my bathroom,” she screams and tries to run but she suddenly slips on the floor with her head hitting the tile wall very hard.

She passed out with blood dripping heavily from her head.

One of the maid followed the sound of Caitrona's screams and quickly opens the door seeing Caitrona in her own blood and screams.

“My Lady...”

I opened my eyes. “Where am I?” I manage to turn but my head hurts. I reach for my head and it was banded.

“What am I doing here,” I asked myself again trying to get up but realized that drip was fixed on me.

I manage to turn to my right and my eyes landed on green short headed beauty that was sleeping on the bed head.

With a shocked expression. “Gianna?”

She opens her eyes and jumps up in excitement. “Cait...thank goodness, you're finally awake...”

“Gina...Gina...?” I repeat. “Is that you!”