Peccatori | Damiano David [ENG]

XXIII

I am not perfect, I have flaws like everyone else. I am aware of them and I try to work on them more or less. However, there is one flaw of mine that always takes control over me.

Jealousy.

I can't control it no matter how much I want to. When jealousy attacks me, the first thing I feel is sadness flooding through me. Then it only gets worse. Sadness turns into anger, and I turn into a killing machine.

I was just about to take my dress from my dressing room when I accidentally overheard Damiano talking to a caller I didn't know.

"Ciao Bella." - Damiano greeted some woman I think.

Ciao Bella? If I give him "Ciao Bella" he's going to start putting his pants on over his fucking head.

I clenched my hands on the edge of the doorframe, trying to shift my anger that this short sentence had caused.

I decided to listen in. I know eavesdropping isn't the best solution, but at that moment I couldn't think of anything better.

"Yes, yes. I have a flight today, I'll be flying for about 12 hours. I'll try to find some time for you between interviews."

Excuse me? Who do you think he's going to try to find time for between interviews. Just yesterday he and Thomas were lamenting that they had such a busy schedule that they would barely sleep. I wonder if Damiano will brag to me about his new friend.

Unintentionally and completely by accident, I leaned forward, making the door squeak and swing slightly open.

Damn. I seemed

Damia turned on his heel and looked around the dressing room. He didn't see me, but he definitely heard the rasp of the door opening.

"Listen, I have to go now. Lilith is home, and I wouldn't want her to find out about this. Remember, this is our secret. See you later.

A secret? What secret?

I felt sick to my stomach. The contents of my stomach came up to my throat. I felt like I was about to return today's breakfast. I took a deep breath. Panicking would not help me in any way.

I went inside like a storm and found Damiano leaning against the windowsill. He must have been scared of me because he jumped slightly at the sight of me.

- Did you talk to someone? - I asked, pretending to look for something in the closet.

- Um... - he hesitated for a moment and raised his eyes at me again. - Fabrizzio called, saying that a label from the States wants to collaborate with us.

Collaboration? He's lying.

Damiano came up behind me and tried to hug me. He put his hands on my stomach and pulled me close. I, however, clung to the floor and did not move. I don't have the slightest desire for him to touch me.

- This is great news. - I said in an impassive, mechanical voice.

I would have liked to add a few more words, but I decided to keep them to myself. I strongly believe that Damiano will still explain it to me. I trust him.

- Did something happen to you? You seem tense. - Damiano whispered in my ear.

His warm breath wrapped around my neck and a rain ran down my spine. My brain may be angry with him, but my body has no reason to be angry with him.

- I'm not tense. You think you are. - I waved my hand at that.

I bent down to reach for a dress from the bottom shelf. I rubbed my buttocks against Damiano. The boy, of course, took the opportunity and put his hands on it.