Chapter six

I long for our souls to be so deeply intertwined, that Death himself would weep when faced with the thought of separating us. - dd

We 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 trying to find a comfortable position. I couldn't. My body kept declining every turn as if it did not want me to get any sleep. My mind is all over the place as Mr Varallo's question kept swimming in my head and I start to feel oddly uncomfortable. 'Where did you come from?' I am not even certain myself and I also wanted answers. I wanted to know everything... just to understand it all. I have always had dreams of my past but it was never clear... always a bit blurry. As if fate did not want ne to find out much about my past and it was suffocating. 

I do not know who my parents are. If I have siblings. A pet. A friend. I hardly knew anything about my life before the orphanage and it sucked more than anything. 

My mind casually wanders to Mr Varallo. He wanted me in a sexual way and if our situation was different and I was more confident, I would have slept with him by now. But as always, that was the one thing I am always careful about. I guess I am just afraid of ending up like the other women who had probably thought he loved them. I couldn't afford to make any silly mistakes that would cost me my job. 

When I was little and I couldn't get sleep I would always go sleep in my friend Amelia's room. I haven't seen her for as long as I can remember. I sigh. I am already use to things taking a unexpected turn in my life. I check the time to see that it is quite late I hope he is still awake by this time. I get up from bed and go to Mr Varallo's room. 

Yes, I actually go to his room despite the fact that I know he wanted me in a sort of way. But at this point, I couldn't help it. I couldn't stay in here for another second. As stupid as it sounds and as desperate as it made me look I wanted someone to talk to about it and I did not exactly have any friends and family members to rant to about it. I place my hands over my face and exhaled, clearly exhausted. I stand up and walk towards my door before I opened it and head towards Varallo's room. 

I knock on the door softly and I hear a faint come in. He sounds as he is tired and I almost want to rethink doing this but here I am, standing in front of his room already.  I take a deep sigh before entering his room and closing the door trying not to make too much noise. 

The lights were turned off but I can still manage to see inside of his room very well because of ray of lights coming in from the windows side. 

“Arabella?” He asks, tilting his head to look at me. He was just lying there on his bed. I can now see his face clearly. He is looking a bit sleepy. 

“I can't sleep.” I mumble, with my eyes downwards. I couldn't look as him as I say this. I was feeling quite embarrassed. 

“So you want me to tell you a bed time story?” he asks in a deep sleepy voice, sitting up slowly. “I can't, I have a big meeting tomorrow and you know that.”

“Can I just stay here? with you?” I question him giving him my best puppy eyes so he doesn't tell me no. 

He looks at me with wide eyes as if surprised with what I said before a smirk appears on his face. “You want to have sex with me?” He confirms. 

“No!” I exclaim, allowing my face to turn red. “I just can't sleep, that's all.”

“I am not letting you stay here until I get something in return.” He eyes darkens as he fixes them on me, his gaze lingering on mine for a brief moment. 

“And what is that?” I suspiciously, crossing my hands over my chest. 

“I want you to admit you do want me and allow me to do whatever I want to you.” He says. 

“I will just go back to my room,” I say turning around, not wanting to give him any hope of anything that he wants to happen between us. 

“Okay wait. Come over here. He pat the spot next to him for me to sit down. I sigh before I walk over to him. I now have a seat right next to where he is laying down. 

Once I get comfortable I rest my head of his shoulder and I feel his warm embrace, the heat of his body rising to my cheeks.“Thank you,” I mumble. 

He holds my hands gently, rubbing circles on my palm that slightly feels ticklish. I don't think that he is as heartless as that man portrayed him to be. He was actually sweet but maybe it was just to me but who knows. 

I close my eyes and soak in the quietness. “Sorry for not responding to you earlier but yes, I did come from an orphanage.