Arias pov🦋
I woke up in warm arms, I turned around to see Damion peaceful sleeping. Last night he took the one thing I held so close to me. But I trusted him, and I still do with everything.
I felt his arms tighten around me and pull me closer making my face smush against his face. When I tried to scoot back he would just shift and pull me closer.
I tried tapping him, nothing was working. His grip was getting a little too tight and it started to hurt. "Damion you're hurting me, let go. Let me breathe please." I whispered trying to pull away.
His eyes slowly opened and his grip got softer. "scusa amore mio, stai bene?" He was so tired that he started speaking a different language.
(I'm sorry my love, are you okay?)
I looked at him confused. "Umm..English?" I said lightly chuckling. He looked down at me and shook his head softly smiling.
He started to get up and I got cold so I held onto him. "I'm cold." I complained trying to cuddle into his warm arm.
He leaned down and I thought he was going to kiss me but he simply pushed my hair back. "There is a blanket, or you can take a shower with me?" He asked looking down at me.
His words kind of hurt but I blew it off. "Can I take a shower with you?" I asked looking down.
"Yeah." As soon as he said that I went to stand up but I felt a slight pain from my crotch area. I whimpered softly as I tried to walk to the bathroom.
I looked back to see him looking at me with pity and concern. "Go take a shower okay? I have to work." He patted my head and I felt my heart shatter.
He didn't want me anymore...I looked away from him because I had tears in my eyes and walked inside the bathroom locking the door.
I sat in the shower for almost a hour just sitting there and crying. I felt used and unwanted, the pain from last night was gone but now I just feel the pain of being unwanted.
When I got out I got dressed and brushed my teeth. I didn't know what I could do today. I think I can make some breakfast. With that thought I walked out of the bathroom.
When I walked out I saw Damion in a black suit I would lie if I said he didn't look absolutely mouthwatering. He glanced back at me and I headed for the door.
Right as my door was on the handle he decided to talk. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked and i wanted to yell at him but I simply walked out of the door not saying anything.
He didn't want to talk much last night so I didn't want to talk much today. I'm petty like that. I was slightly limping as I got to the kitchen.
I saw Alfonso sitting at the island with a coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. He too was wearing a black suit. He looked nice.
He glanced up at me and smiled. "Well good morning graduate!" He said while getting up. He walked around the island and hugged me gently his hug felt nice and warm.
I pulled away and looked down. "I'm making breakfast, you want some?" I asked walking to the fridge. I heard him sitting back down and hummed for a second.
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His angel her devil
RomanceAria Stella: 18,very sweet shy girl, gets abused by her father, doesn't know why her life is as bad as it is. Damion Russò: 24, Italian mafia don, cold, heartless, sees her one day and can't get that stupid nice sweet girl out of his mind. When th...