𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

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5 days later.

I have been going through absolute living hell.

Why do I have to be like this. Someone who fucking says they aren't romantically involved with someone. I drag a shot of bourbon down my throat then threw the glass against the wall. "Fucking hell." I groan—

Massimo walks in.

"Why is there so much damn glass on the floor." He said surprised. "Her." I muttered, he chuckled. "I'm so damn serious Mo." I shook my head— "go see her then." He shrugged picking up the glass shards— "don't clean it."

"I'll have someone else do it." I suggest to him. "Okay fine."

"But we're gonna talk about her." He goes and sits in a chair in front of my desk. "I don't"- he stops me. "Nikolai." "It's okay to care."

I stayed silent. "I haven't seen you worry about a girl in so damn long," "or ever actually." He scoffed— "last time I saw you happy was before your Father died." He sighed.

"Don't even say anything about him." I point my finger up. "But you know it's true Niko." He rolled his eyes.
"Go see Elena." My mother walked in the room overhearing our conversation. "Mama." I mumble—

"Stop talking to us and go find out where she is." She said.

I stood up— "find out where Daniella lives."

"And I'll be there."

The warm fire heated up my body as I sat on the couch. I had my hair down in a low ponytail, no makeup, white tank top, my pink shorts with a white bow on the back, with white fuzzy socks and a long beige cardigan.

Daniella was out on a date for a while. I was watching the movie GIGLI while doing job work for Rowan and I's project. "Hmm..I should eat something." I say to myself getting up to walk into her kitchen.

I open the fridge to get a vanilla yogurt, then I grabbed chocolate chips to put in the yogurt.

An unexpected ring came from the doorbell as I got a spoon for my yogurt— I place it down back on the dark brown counter.