His Angel

Chapter 17: The Sangue Ball pt 1

Hiiiey. Here is another chapter of HIS ANGEL. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. And I'm not gonna say anything about today's chapter because I'm trying not to spoil so. I also wanna thank the people that have added my book to their reading lists which shows I'm getting somewhere with something I really love doing thank you again and without further ado leggo...

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•Issa's POV•

Today was the day I channelled my fears and faced them. I haven't been afraid of anything my whole life except for one thing. People. As a child I was never afraid of the monsters under the bed because I grew up in an environment that the monsters were people or it was just your imagination. It's even worse if it's your imagination because it just proves that the monster was really inside of you. As humans we have the ability to control our imagination so you picture what you call the monster as what you know as frightening and scary. It is just all inside of you. My mother's words. I take her word for it because she is truly a monster. It's currently 07:23 in the morning as I'm laying in bed thinking about what I'm gonna fucking wear to the ball and how I'm gonna cope in a room of fucking Mafias. When I was with Stephen he wouldn't let me attend the balls. He said that someone ends up dying one way or the other. But that was the problem with him, his abusive, controlling, jealous, alpha male shit of an attitude always kept me from knowing nor doing anything. I let out an loud sigh and aggressively kicked the blankets off my body. I just layed there not wanting to get up.
You lazy bitch.
Look who's talking.
I soon jumped off the bed avoiding the argument I was about to have with myself. I walked into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, undressed myself and stepped into the shower and began to wash myself. I heard a soft knock on the door and asked who it was knowing exactly who it was.
"It's me bambino." He answers from the other side of the door. (Baby)
"You can come in." He opened the door and walked in and leaned against it.
"Good morning amore." He greeted with a mischievous smirk on his face. (Love)
"Morning Xavier. How did you sleep darling?" I asked him getting out of the shower. He handed me the towel chuckling and I said a quiet thank you.
"You could have known the answer to that if you didn't kick me out of our room at the middle of the night." He said rubbing his forehead chuckling. I giggled at his frustration.
"You kept putting your leg on top of me and squeezing my head against your chest suffocating me. You're heavy as fuck." I Informed him while drying myself.
"Well I'm sorry tesoro. Can I come back to our room now?" He asked with pleading eyes.
"Sure. Now I can suffocate you!" I smiled at him sarcastically even though I'm dead serious.
"Thank you bambino, now we have to head to the office for an important meeting and I need you to be with me." He ordered.
"And why do you need me to attend the meeting with you? I'm sure you can do that all by yourself you are a big boy now." I said teasing him. He gave me his soft dimple smile, but looked away realising his actions. He cleared his throat.
"Well you're my assistant and I want you on my lap during the whole meeting just to rub it in their single lonely ass faces." I swear this man is mad.
"Alright. Let me get dressed up." I say walking out of the bathroom with Zayn following right behind me. Zayn was wearing a black suit and shirt and black dress shoes with his hair slicked back.