Loving Alessandro

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What the fuck is he thinking? One minute he yells at me and then the next shows me off like some show pony? Hell no.

"Yup that's me." I shrug his hand off me.

"Ah. I'm Mr. Di Carlo, Alessandro's dad." His voice comes out raspy and course.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." I manage to squeeze out. Alessandro's arm has wrapped itself around my waist like a boa constrictor. It feels vile and I would like to swat it off.

"Isn't she beautiful? Just precious." Mrs. Di Carlo smiles.

Alessandro nods. He nods like he hasn't been a complete asshole to me all week.

"I'm happy son," The man sits and nods.

~

Dinner went on for a while and I smiled and nodded. We went to some fancy restaurant that I couldn't stop looking gawking at. I commented on rare and few things and let Alessandro do all the talking.

To them we meet at a random night at a night club Alessandro owns. To them we have been dating for five months, and we are completely in love with one another. All of which is complete and udder bullshit.

The night ends but they decide to stay. They had to watch us go into Alessandro's room together. Talk about helicopter parents.

His dad seemed in a way proud. He nodded his head at my response and always listened and never interrupted a word I said. Unlike Alessandro. He seems genuinely interested. And although Alessandro is a pain in my ass, his parents earned my respect.

"Alright Ma and Pa, we'll get going to bed now." Alessandro nodded his head. I dashed in and quickly slipped my heels off.

"You've beat my expectations. I'm very proud of you and your maturity." I heard his dad say before the door was closed.

"Just stay in here until they fall asleep, ok?" He leaned his back against the door. He tilted his head back which was the perfect weak spot.

My body walked up to him and caged him on the door. I take my heel and press it to his chest. "You think you can kidnap me just to show me off like a prize? What was that? Why did you interrupt me every two seconds and man handle me? And who the fuck told you that you could lay your nasty ass hands on my hips and waist? You we-"

"Hm. Yeah I forgot about your fucking mouth." He pushed my heel off his chest. He almost escaped but I lifted my leg up and pressed my thigh on his thighs.

He looked down and his breath hitched. I caught him by surprise

"Alessandro, if I ask a question I demand answers."

"I thought you were happy the other day in the pool." He huffs.

"That was before you groped me infront of your parents."

"I did not-"

"You 'hugging' my waist was actually hugging the under wire of my bra." I cut him off. "And don't forget your hand on my ass instead of my hip to 'guide me'."

He groans and ruffles his hair with one arm. The arm showcasing a cluster of tattoos.

"Look. I let you rant, now it's over. I told you once and I'll tell you again I do not like questions. I don't want anymore more complaining ok," He raises his eyebrows. His tone goes from annoyed to the brim of madness, but I could care less about his tone. I need answers.

"Do I look like I give a fuck about how you feel?" I give him my most judgmental face ever.

"That's it." Alessandro rips the heel off the high heels and throws them to the ground.

"Alessandro, I want answers."

He ignores me completely and grips my hips widely with fury covering his eyes.

"I let this go on for too fucking long," He mumbles to himself.

My body flings around the room until he has me cornered, away from the door and away from an objects I could throw, grab on to, or escape from him.

"Look, I spared your life when your dad was a complete imbecile. I did it so, so my Pa would see I had a women. Now for her to have a fucking mouth, was not part of the deal. I will not explain myself further and you should be considered lucky that I'm choosing to keep you alive. Because believe me, if anyone else said shit or threatened me the way you 'did', they're ass would be dead." He grips my arms tightly and pushes me against the wall so hard I can't squirm at all.

I take a sharp breathe and try to get out of his grasp but he is impossibly strong.

"Now here what's going to happen," He instructs. "You're going to stop your hissy fit and suck up your anger into pretend love for me. My parents are going to be here for I don't know how long, and as long as they're here you will love me." He decrees and looks between my eyes scarily. Although I don't show him he intimidates me.

"I will never love you Alessandro." I grit out.

"Pretend." He lets me go. I fall down completely and crumble onto the ground like a rag doll.

I get back up and watch Alessandro pick clothes from his dresser.

"You're sleeping in here tonight," He sighs.

I shake my head, "No, you said after they were asleep and that af-"

"And now I'm saying you're sleeping here tonight."

He is such an asshole. I want to throw daggers at his head and fire a million bullets at his tiny cock.

He walks into his bathroom without another word and I roll my eyes and flip my finger at him when the door closes.

I unzip my dress and leave it on the floor as I look into his dresser for a shirt and pants. His shirts are big and all boring colors. I unclip my bra and throw on a black shirt. It consumes half my body. I leave my spandex on and look at his bed. He probably slept with millions of women on this bed. Yikes.

I pad my way to a nearby couch and press my face into a cushion and scream. I have never been treated like this. Never pushed around. Never told what to do. Never used and told to be quite, and I hate it. With a passion.

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