chapter 5

Bianca Halsall

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6: I have hella' feelings for you. I act like I don't fucking care, like they ain't even there. I act like I don't fucking care, cause I'm so fucking scared.

I groaned. Turning around and covering my face with my elbow. Blocking the sun from my eyes. "Shut the curtains, Fi. Fuuck..."

I heard a chuckle and then the lights where off my face. A satisfied smile settled on my lips. Stretching my arms, I rubbed on the smooth silky sheets of the bed.

Sighing down on my fluffy pillow.

Wait... silk sheets? Fluffy pillows.

Before I could open my eyes, the memories of last night flashed like a movie.

He slammed me on the door, shoving hud cock back in me. I shouted in bliss, gripping her shoulders.

With every thrust, I bounced off the wall, sliding up and down. My eye rolling in my head, and mouth open wide.

He had his one hand gripping my ass and the other on my hip. He leaned in and whispers in my ears. "Fuck. Shit, baby. You feel-shit-you feel so damn good..."

"Aahh-"

"Yes, take me in like that, baby." He chanted curses in my ear repeatedly. Whispering useless words in my ears. "You're so fucking tight, cazzo, bella."

My back smacked the door when his hips started moving harder, my eyes popped open and mouth formed an 'O' as he slammed in me desperately.

I saw stars for a straight thirty seconds. "Scream my name when you come, tesoro." He whispers. "Scream Alessandro for me, bella."

And he grabbed my nipple and pinched, sucking on it harshly. That's all it took for me to come down crumbling.

"Alessandro...fuuuck!" I cried out, my orgasm washing over me in full force, that I blacked out.

Shit. Wait a fucking second.

My eyes popped open and I jumped, immediately covering myself up with the sheets when I was naked, in an unfamiliar room.

My heart dropped when the memories of who I just fucked last night and maybe did more then just fuck.

Unwillingly, tears formed in my eyes. I felt disgusted and embarrassed, but found myself not regretting it. Shit, I'm so messed up.

Looking around the wide luxurious room. I sat on a king-sized bed, with white pillows around me. There was a small table next to me filled with various kinds of delicious food. Breakfast.

My stomach grumbles but I knew I wouldn't have it in me to touch anything.

"Good morning, miss."

Startled, I hadn't noticed the middle aged woman who stood in front of me. I guess she's the one who shut the curtains.

I sighed. "M-Morning. Um, who are you?"

"I'm Ama, Mr Espositos' personal housekeeper and maid. I take care of his penthouse here and there." She had an Italian ascent to her, her facial expressions warm and welcoming.

Nodding, I looked around nervously. Scared on whether to ask my next question. "Mr Esposito said to give you this." She said, walking forward, she handed me a folded piece of paper.

I frowned. "Where is he?"

She sighed sadly. "I'm sorry dear, but he was called to the office immediately. The poor boy didn't want to make you feel bad so he wrote you that and asked me to prepare you breakfast."

Poor boy my ass.

I nodded. Unfolding the paper. Ama walked out and left me to my own.

Morning, tesoro.

You'll probably hate me even more after this. Please eat something before you leave, and maybe I'll see you again.

I'm sorry.

Alessandro.

Fuck him and his lies. My eyes watered, and I crunched up the paper, tossing it to the floor. Is he crazy! He's getting married to someone and he's fucking me!

This is the more reason why he's a peice of shit.

I tossed the table aside and grabbed my clothes that laid neatly on the couch. Suprsingly it smelled like lavender instead of alcohol.

He probably got Ama to was and dry it for me.

Putting my dress back on, I grabbed all my stuff and stumbled out of there.

Ama met me on the way and frowned. "Miss? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I said, speed walking. "I'm sorry but I have to go."

"But... you haven't had any breakfast." She followed, worrying for a stranger.

"I'm sorry but I really can't stay. I shouldn't even be here."

"Nonsense." She grabbed on my shoulders. Stopping me. "What do you mean by that. You are Mr Espositos' fiancé aren't you?"

I looked away, feeling even more embarrass and hurt. Us that what he told her?

Why did he fucking lie?

"Please let me go. I'm not his fiancé."

"Goodness me!" She gasped. "He had said you were his fiancé. And with all the love making you both done last night, you seem to really be-"

"Sorry, bye Ama." I flushed, my face heating up when she mentioned our 'fucking' as 'love making'... it was nothing close to that.

But my heart didn't miss a chance to skip a beat.

Running out if there, I didn't get a chance to look around me. Grabbing my phone, I switched it on only to be bombarded with missed calls and messages from Fiona.

All of her worrying about where I had disappeared to.

Getting an Uber, I directed him to my place. Then dialed Fiona.

"Oh my god, Bianca! Where the hell have you-"

"I'm okay." I stopped her. "I'm actually in my way back."

"Fuck, I was worried sick and didn't even get sleep." And I'm shut a fucking whore, because all night I was fucking her brother whiles she was worrying about me.

"I'm really sorry. I'll be there in five minutes." I hung up, not wanting her to ask me questions over the phone.

My head shut and I sighed. A tear slipping from my left eye. I shivered, sucking in a breath.

Now he'd touched me again, and I felt too addicted. I wish I forgot about what happened last night. But like any normal person who forgets the events that happened when drunk, I don't.  I fucking remember everything in detail.

Maybe it's just him. I can't shut down my brain to forget him.

And the things he did to me last night...

Kissing my shoulder. He moved his lips slowly up my neck, sucking sensually on a spot that made me feel weak. My kegs buckled and he caught me just in time.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him to me. My dress bunched up on my waist, exposing my naked ass... everything to him.

He pulled away, looking down at my core. He smirked and met my eyes. "Fuck. I knew you weren't wearing anything under that dress."

He grabbed both my wrists, putting them over my head. He palmed my sex, making me arch my back. "I'll make sure you don't fucking forget me inside you."

"We're here, miss." I jumped, startled at the voice of a stranger. Th Uber driver silted at me softly.

Thanking him, I handed him his cash and walked out. Shutting the car door softly behind me. My purse in hand, I walked to my apartment.

As soon as I pulled the door open. Fiona was at my face, her arms around me as she squeezed the life out of me.

For some reason, I wanted to cry.

"Oh gosh, I thought you got kidnapped by an old thirsty pervert man." She joked, making mouth of us laugh.

Pulling away, I sighed, shutting the door behind me. "I'm okay, don't worry."

"No shit, B. Where the hell were you?"

I walked pass her, trying to buy me some time in getting my shit together. Fiona followed behind me, echoing my silence.

We both sat on the bed once I took of my heels. "Can I first take a shower. I feel dirty."

"Yeah, sure."

Nodding, I walked immediately in the bathroom, stripped and got under the cold water.

My eyes shut, and heart clenched. Oh my god.

What the hell did I just do?

Why did I involve myself in this type of shit again! Shit. Shit. Shit. Can't I be any less of a moron? And idiot?!

That's it. I have to woman-up. I can't keep crying and being an emotional bitch every second he comes up. I have to ignore him completely 

Fiona was right. What if he gave me answers? The what?

I move on?

Can I even move on?

I stepped out the shower, walking out with a towel wrapped around me. My feet carried me to my luggage and I ignore Fiona sho kept sending me questioning looks.

I grabbed an oversized hoodie and dropped my towel. Pulling the hoodie over me. After that, I tighed my hair in a messy bun.

Then sat next to Fiona. "I met a guy last night." I told her. "We ended p going to his place and we... had sex." I fished truthfully. Well, half the truth.

She sighed. "Gosh, you scared me." She laughed. "I thought an old man kidnapped you."

"Hey!" I laughed, pouting. "Why would you think that?!"

"Don't blame me. The amount of jokes you aid about old middle aged men and husbands freaked me out."

We laughed it off. "So? How was it?" My limbs went cold, but I covered it up immediately. Shrugging innocently.

"I don't know. Don't really remember. Guess I was way too drunk to remember anything."

"Damn." She muttered. "Well, at least you got some dick."

"You didn't get some?" I raised a brow.

She shook her head.  "I went to get a drink, trying to watch out for your drunk ass when suddenly you were gone. How am I supposed to get one when my best friend just disappeared in the five minutes I wasn't looking." She said.

Wincing. I held her shoulders. "Fuck, Fi. I'm so sorry fo ruining your night."

She waved it off. "Bullshit. All I care is about you. Not some one time dick."

"Gosh, I'm so in love with you." I hugged her.

She laughed, hugging me too. "I love you too, bitch."

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K~☺