Chapter Five

NOTE; You are going to get a P.O.V from many characters in the book. 

I fear that I may long for you more than I will ever be allowed to but like the moon, we must go through phrases of emptiness to feel full again because staring into eyes is the only thing I needed to convince myself she is everything I'll ever want for as long as oxygen invades my lungs. 

Vincenzo's  P.O.V

I can't believe she didn't change my therapist because she begged for her job back. 

“Hi, Vincenzo.” She smiles nervously. 

I roll my eyes noticing how stupid she was. I don't get why I actually fucked her. I looked at her figure as she made her way towards me to sit on the chair opposite me. Those curves, that's why. 

“I just wanted to apologize for my behavior previously. It was unprofessional and I should not have done that. I could lose my job which is why I am begging you for your forgiveness.” She pleads. 

“Fanculo, I don't care, and I am replacing you so don't bother listening to my assistant.” I say as my jaw tightened, my voice tinged with annoyance . She is seriously starting to push my patience to the limit.  (Italian Translation: Fuck)

“Is she your new hoe?” She asks, irritated. 

“She isn't like you, Claire, so don't call her that again.” I snap. “And so what if I'm fucking her, how does that concern you?”

She slowly crosses her hands across her chest, purposely drawing attention to her bust and enhancimg her silhouette, making her bust look bigger. “I'm still your therapist so it's my job to know these things about you.” she slowly closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. 

“Did her moans made you hornier than when I did it?” She asks, getting up with a faint knowing smile and moving behind me. Her hands rested on my back, her touch lingering more than necessary as she massages my back, trying to get my attention. I feel irritated at her audacity. “Did it?” she whispers in my ear. 

The thought of Arabella began to take place in my mind. I needed to know with a desperation that claw at my chest exactly what she sounds like when she lost control. I wanted to hear the way her breath would hitch, the way my name would sound coming from her full lips. The thought of making Arabella moan began to cloud my mind. I must hear what she sounds like being fucked. A silent challenge that made my blood boil. 

“You are boring me.” I say, growing impatient. 

She takes off her shirt, showing her lacy bra covering her breasts. “How about now? Do I still have your attention?” she asks with a smirk. 

I run my hand through my hair in annoyance as I get up from the chair. “I'll be sure to get you fired.” I tell her and walk out of the room heading straight to my office. 

*~*

My door is slowly opened by Arabella. “Yes?”

“How was your therapy session?” She smiles closing the door behind her and walking up to my desk. 

“I thought I told you I wanted another therapist.” 

She sighs and takes a seat behind my desk. “Mr Varallo, she sent an email begging for her job and I just couldn't say no.” She confesses. 

“Your kidness will be the death of you. Either that, or your hot-headed temper.” I state still going through some files about her. 

“What happened?” She asks, concerned. 

“She tried to seduce me and asked a bit about you, then I told her I was going to get her fired.” I answered truthfully. 

After a while, I turn my attention back to Arabella because of her sudden going quiet. She has a shocked look on her face, mixed in with confusion. “Why did she ask about me?” She asks. 

I shrug. “Maybe she was jealous of you, I don't know.” 

She looks across the room and pulls a strand of hair behind her ear. “Should I schedule a meeting with you and the manager?” 

“For Thursday at 2. Tell him to meet me here.” I answer.

“Are you really going to get her fired? You could really mess up her life.” 

I drop the sheet of paper to give her my full attention. “Arabella, she works for me. She is not meant to have a sexual relationship with me.” I explain. 

“But what about me? When you said I'm yours.”

A smile creeps onto my face at her words when she says that and I had to fight the urge to take her in my arms right now. There is something about the way she said it that makes me feel lighter. I must hear her moan. “You are an exception, Tosoro.” (Italian Translation: Sweetheart)

She looks down at the piece of paper I had been reading previously. I notice her eyes linger on one of the lines, her gaze become sharp as it caught a line that says her name. She reaches for it curiously, clear in her movements but I was faster, I quickly pick it up and snatched it before she could even touch it. “This is none of your business.” I say firmly, putting the files back in the folder and closing it with a snap on purpose. My voice carried enough edge to warn her not to push further. 

Her brows furrow together to show the anger inside of her. “It's my business if it had my name of it. Why are you reading up stuff about me and what is in that folder?” She questions and I could feel her irritation. 

I take a deep breath and realize if I ask her where she came from I could finally understand. “Where exactly did you come from.” I ask her curiously. 

“What?”

“Where did you come from?” I repeat myself. “Where did you grow up? Who are your parents?” I explain. 

She shrugs and I notice how uncomfortable I have made her. “It's time for your dinner, Mr Varallo.” She says, avoiding the question and leaves my office. 

“It was a simple question.” I mumbled to myself. 

I pick up my phone and dial a number. “Have you gotten any information on her?” I ask the person on the other line. 

“Yes, sir.” He responds.