17 I Hate You

Irene's PoV:

I could sense something moving over my neck and all of a sudden I felt utterly scared.

Was I actually in the forest? Is it the snake or something? God, it is moving over my chin now, but I am feeling like I knew it.

I dared to open my eyes, but they were so heavy as if they were sewed together, somehow I managed to open them and it was so blurry, nothing is clear to my eyes. The medication is taking a toll on me.

I couldn't even find the strength to lift my arm and rub my eyes, I felt immensely weak to even move my body. But the fear growing inside me helped me reach my hands to my eyes. Rubbing my eyes gently, I tried to see what was moving over me but the hiss near my ears was scaring me enough that it could be a snake.

Finally, when I could clearly see, I was shocked to the core seeing Zach Accardo sitting on my bed with his fingers moving all the way up and down my face, and the hiss I head was his sharp breaths.

Now when I met his hooded eyes, I felt my stomach twitch and I sincerely wished it was a snake instead of him.

"Sleeping Beauty wakes up… What a joy" I heard him yell as if he achieved some big deal by making me open my eyes.

He was so close to me, his face was just inches away from mine and when words slipped out of his mouth I could inhale alcohol, his body language too suggests he is drunk.

"I hate you," he said.

Okay, not anything new. We are rivals. Was he overjoyed with the fact that I woke up only to tell this?

"Did you hear what I said? I hate you.. I hate you soo fucking much" he repeated.

I don't know what to do with that information, I already knew that.

His body shifted close to mine, I felt different sparks all over my body with his mere touch, his hands now over my shoulders and he made me sit, he was so easy in dealing with me as if I was a porcelain doll.

His left hand reached to my face and he cupped my chin in his hand.

"Look at you.. Innocent face" he shrieked.

I am unable to understand anything. I tried to look around but he quickly caught hold of my chin and didn't let me tilt my face.

"I hate you.. I hate you so much. I hate wasting my time thinking about you. Yet here I am thinking only about you" he yelled over my face.

The piece of information he gave me has surprised the shit out of me.

"Answer me, why am I doing that? What have you done to me? Did your Father train you to do this? Did he teach you the manipulative skills? With that innocent eyes and eye talk why are you able to grab my whole attention?" he asked.

Every word from his mouth has just increased my fear and I am utterly surprised that I was having so much effect on him.

"Answer me.. I hate wasting time" he roared.

Even while he is drunk to death, he still remembers all those rules.

'I don't understand what you are saying' I moved my hands answering him.

He looked sober, he didn't even glance at my fingers, all he concentrated was just over my face.

"This is not supposed to happen, if there is one thing I practiced all my life it's detachment. I have mastered the art. The pretentious emotions just play us and make us vulnerable, leads us to an empty state where we barely have the strength to hold and I never wanted that. Detachment teaches you how to be strong as a loner and I was a King at it" he rose his arm up in the air.

Was he the same Mafia lord who commanded beast like people and barely spoke a word from his mouth? All he did was eye talk, his stare was enough to silence people and now here he is speaking over things such as emotions and Detachment in the middle of the night.

He is speaking as if he has done some course over philosophy. Wait does Mafia people read all of those?

He bent over a little and my heart started pounding insanely. He was drunk to the levels I can't even imagine and I am scared, as he shifted closer I just wanted to run, his rough palm feathered my cheek from upside down.

"Sei Bellisima" he said as I sat frozen.

He slightly hovered over me and brought his lips closer to my ear.

"Irene"

His extremely slow whisper sent a shiver down my spine.

"Sei tu Fortunato" he whispered extremely slow and now his arms shifted down pulling me closer and my breath stopped as my body touched his muscular chest.

On one side I am extremely scared that his actions might hamper those drips inserted in my body and on the other hand his actions are just taking me close to death.

"You are so lucky" he repeated.

Me? Lucky?? How and why do you think so??

"How wonderful it would be had I too was mute, like you" his words sent me into a pool of sadness, I can hear some pain in his voice.

"Neither I would be serving punishment nor I had to rule, just live" he laughed tilting his head to the back.

His words sounded as if he is going through deep pain. The roughness of his hands itched me and right now I feel like doing something, which is something that shouldn't be done.

Without caring about right and wrong, he was intoxicated enough to not remember anything and that's perfect, I raised my hand and dared to reach his hair.

As my fingers trembled, I passed my fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him and ease his pain and the next thing I knew is his body crashing me, his heavy chest pressing against mine.

"I hate you" he whispered with his arms tightly wrapped around my body.