Se connecterAlicia's POVOf recent, he spent more time in his room instead of going out. I wasn't with him as much as I use to be and the house kind of felt quieter now well except for when Claire comes around. He did his therapy sessions in his room now. He has been ignoring me for a week and half and we only spoke when it was time for his meals or when it was extremely neccessary and even then the conversations were short. I knock on his door and I hear her voice from inside. She was here again. I push the door open and I step inside to see her sitting comfortable on his bed like she owned the place with that annoying smile on her face. I am still holding on to the tray of food in my hands when I feel her smirking at me. Oh, how I wanted her to choke on his food. “Baby, breakfast is here.” She calls out sweetly, loud and fake. She glances over at me with a wicked grin and I just scoff at her. He walks out of the bathroom with only boxers on. His hair was still damp and there was water drippin
Alicia's POVI go through the doors and begin to walk to the house since it was only fifteen minutes away. “Angel.” I hear an Italian voice say trying to get my attention. I know that voice. I turn around and see him. A feeling of disappointment rushes over me as I realize that he is not who I thought him to be. Why did I even think he will be in such a place. He is probably having sex with Claire. I am so delusional that I thought I heard his voice and he has probably come to get me only because this man sounds Italian. “Hey.” I say to the man and give him a sweet smile despite my thoughts. “That was quite a performance you put on for us to see.” He says walking towards me as he drops the cigarette in his mouth on the floor and stepping on it. “Honestly, it was my first time.” I confess shyly. “You were amazing. I love the confidence you had. It kind of constrasted with your name.” I smile at his sweet compliment. “I'm Francesco.” He introduces. “Nice to meet you,” I began. “B
Alicia's POVHe spend a lot of time away from me not because he has business to attend to. It was because of her. Every time he was in the house he was with her or in his room. Since I didn't want to bother them or make it look like I was jealous, I just stay out of his way so I guess she won after all. “It wasn't going to last.” Amelia shrugs. “Don't worry, we'll find you another yummy dessert.” She grins picking up her phone as she bits her lips. She shows me a picture of someone and I suddenly start smiling. “Wow, he is so cute.” I coo at the picture. “I know right, I think he's famous.” She giggles. “Hmm and those muscles.” I smirk at the picture of Goofy from Mickey mouse. “Give me his number!” I beg sarcastically. We both share a brief laugh before she stops us. “Okay, but for real. Get changed. We are going to the strip club I work at.” She informs, walking into my closet. I follow her with a shocked look on my face. “Strip club?” I ask, uneasy. She brings out a red demi
Arabella's P.O.V “Where the hell is he?” I question them. “How am I suppose to know, I don't put a tracker on him.” One of them scoffs. I glare at her. “Asshole,” I mutter walking away. I try Luca's phone number a few times before he picks up. “Hey, Arabella.” He says cheerfully. “Vincenzo is missing.” I state worriedly. “What! Where was he last?” He asks. “I don't know, but I think he was talking to Aurora on the phone. Could you send her address?” “Of course, I'll meet you there.” He says as I quickly cut the call. Once I got the address I used his car and one of his driver's to drive me there. I got there anxiously knocking on her door. It is opened by her and she doesn't seemed pleased to see me. “What do you want?” She snaps. “Is Vincenzo here?”“He was here like a few days ago, why?”“He didn't come home and won't pick my calls.” She smiles and gets her phone trying to reach him. “His phone is switched off.” She gasps. “Did you find him?” Luca's voice says from behi
Alicia's P.O.V“What about this?” She asks, holding up a black lingerie. “Anything girl. I don't care, we are maxing out his credit card.” I laugh picking out a bunch more lingerie and throwing it in the basket. “Why are you actually doing this?” She asks, putting random shoes in the cart. “Just to piss him off.” I shrug. “I know he'll get mad so it will be worth it.”We both share a small laugh before we fall silent. “Listen, Amelia. I didn't actually mean to not tell you about your boyfriend flirting with me. I was just scared of what would have happened to us. Just know that I did not do anything.” I explain. “I know.” She sighs. “He tried to hit on more of my friends. I am just so sorry that I never came to you to apologize. I'm sorry.” I smile at her and throw myself at her, hugging her tightly. “Thank you.” I whisper. “Can we just go back to making this man bankrupt?” She exclaims picking out more items. I gave her an evil grin knowingly as I pick up a designer handbag.
She looks for a top and shorts to put on and then proceeds to get inside her bed. “Goodnight.” I say getting up. A hand quickly grabs a hold of my shirt and stops me from moving. I look down at her with a confused look. Arabella's P.O.V “Don't leave,” I mumble against the bedsheets. He looks down and smiles at me. “Okay.” He says, undressing himself and climbing into my bed. He lays right next to me, facing me. I pull a strand of hair behind my ear due to nervousness; a habit I always had as a child. “Did you have a bestfriend has a child?” He asks me. I nod my head thinking back to Amelia. “We are no longer friends now. She kind of cut me off after her boyfriend tried to hit on me. I did not make any moves on him but she didn't believe me and on top of that she still continued to go out with him.” I sigh. “She sounds awful.” He replies. “She was. She got a job as a stripper for this huge company and gets a lot of money now.” I inform. He nodded his head and turned me toward
Vincenzo's POV I notice her eyes begin to tear up as she witnesses everything going on. As much as I was disappointed in Aurora I couldn't say I was completely shocked. In simple terms, my cousin is a bitch. A salty bitch who enjoys poking her nose in other people's business when she's least neede
Mr. Varallo told me to dress formally so he cousin wouldn't complain so I found a skin-tight white dress that was able to enhance my non-existing curves and white sparkling heels to make me taller. I hear a knock on my door as I am in the middle of straightening my hair. “Come in.” I call out. The
Once I get comfortable I rest my head on his shoulders and I feel his warm embrace, the heat of his body rising to my cheek. “Thank you,” I mumble. He holds my hands gently, rubbing circles on my palm that slightly feels ticklish. I don't think he is as heartless as that man portrayed him to be. H
I long for our souls to be so deeply intertwined, that Death himself would weep when faced with the thought of separating us. - ddWe weren't nothing, but were never something. I guess that is why I am left with everything and nothing at all at once. Arabella's P.O.V I twist and turn in my bed tr







