His Stolen Love

Chapter 17. Emilia

How can someone be this courageous? To hug someone without their permission?
Thank God Vincent arrived in time.
Or what would he had done to me?
I was sitting in the car, driver has just dropped Mia outside her house now Alicia is left with me.
I didn’t tell my friends about Vincent’s psycho brother.
Mom and dad must have reached home.
“You seem kind of off? Did something happened?” Alicia asked.
“No. I’m just tired.” I said while leaning on the car seat.
“Oh… So, Are you happy about your engagement? She asked curiously.
“I think I am. Vincent is a good person. I think I finally found a right life partner.” I said while smiling.
“Great. He is actually so handsome.” She spoke like a fan girl.
I laughed.
“You have a boyfriend, Alicia.” I said while laughing.
“So? We are allowed to appreciate other people’s beauty”. She said defensively, while folding her arms on her chest.
“Oh, I see. I must tell Ethan then. That you’re appreciating my fiancé’s handsomeness.” I said teasingly while raising my eyebrow.
“You better not. Because if you’ll tell him he’ll start going to gym more frequently then he’s now. He just want to be perfect for me. And I find it so cute.” She said while grinning.
“Oh, you two love birds” I said pinching her cheek.
Just then her home also came in view.
She starts to gather her things.
“Don't forget to call him and tell him that you miss him.” She said winking while getting out of the car.
“Shut up. I’m not that kind of person.” I said.
“haha. I know, sweetheart. Bye, love you.” She said laughing.
“bye, love you too.” I said.
With that she’s gone too.
It’s beautiful how some people are born to be with someone who is their opposite.
I think about how my life would change after getting married to Vincent.
How he’s perfect for me.
How he makes me smile without any efforts.
How he makes me blush with just his words.
How he looks at me.
And today we’re engaged. It all just happened too fast. But it happened for good.
I can’t get over his brother, though.
He’s the opposite of Vincent.
How his hug was so possessive like he was looking for me all his life. I think he mistook me for someone else.
How he was calling me “Mia cara”. What does it even mean?
Maybe I should search it.
I pick my phone and search it up.
It says that it’s an Italian word which means ‘My dear’ or ‘my pretty’.
Oh… so that’s what it means.
Is he Italian?
No way… his father isn’t Italian. But maybe his mother would be Italian.
And he is nothing like his father though. He has ash brown hair which seems black in dark. And he has deep set of emerald green eyes. Just like his deep husky voice. Thick eyebrows. Pale skin. Sharp jawline. He actually looks like Italian. Without any doubt. His English is a perfect mixture of American and Italian accent.
Wait.
Why am I even thinking about him. I’m engaged.
“Ma’am, we’re here.” Driver said from the front.
“Oh…” I was so lost in thoughts, I didn’t even notice I’m home.
I got out from the car.
God, This dress is so freaking heavy.
The driver was backing his car to take it to garage and I was going to our front door when my purse fell down.
I bow down to pick it up when someone pick it up for me.
It was him. Again. He looks like he just jump straight out of a train. His hair looks messy. Still in his professional white shirt and black pants. But tie is gone. Some buttons of shirt are opened.
Wait.
Why the hell I’m even noticing all this. It’s none of your business, Emilia.
“What are you doing in here? And why are you even here, Are you stalking me?”
“I wanted to see you.” He said while giving me the purse.
“O god. How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t know you, Sir.”
“It’s Hadrian.” He said while looking at me. Almost staring at me.
“Yeah, whatever.” I said while folding my arms on my chest.
“Listen, Hadrian. Since you know that I’m your sister in law and you’re my brother in law, it’s not appropriate to meet me like we are some kind of friends. And also, you shouldn’t mistook me for your ‘Mia cara’ again and again. Now, you may go.” I said it as respectfully as I can.
He was silent after that.
Just staring. A lot of unhealthy staring. His eyes were growing darker.
“I think that’s a sign that I should go now, inside my home.” I said while turning my heels to go.
Just then he grabbed my wrist.
He turned me.
And.
Just then he crashed his lips on mine.
Shivers run down my spine.
It all felt so new yet so familiar to me. His touch, his scent, his voice.
His one hand was inside my hair to hold me and one was holding my both hands to stop me from pushing him away. My hands were too tiny inside his muscular hands. So was my body.
His kiss was forceful, possessive yet so gentle. Like he never wants it to end.
What the heck.
Why the fuck is he kissing me? Kissing his sister in law?
O god. It was my first kiss.
And I….. I saved it for Vincent.
I just couldn’t hold it anymore.
My tears were starting to fall.
My cheeks were getting wet.
He noticed it.
He released me then. I pushed him away.
My heart was pounding so hard that it can jump out of my chest any second. My breathing was shallow. My senses got numbed by this unannounced kiss.
He looks unaffected by all this. Like he is the one who’s engaged to me. Why is he so strange?
“YOU STUPID PSYCHO JERK. HAVE YOU LOST YOUR DAMN MIND? WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? HOW CAN YOU DO THAT TO SOME STRANGER?" I was so mad at him.
“We aren’t strangers, Mia cara.”
“We are. Why can’t you just believe me?" I said calming myself down.
“What the hell do you want?” I was so pissed.
“You. I want you back. I want my stolen love back.” He said as he move closer.
I was taken aback by his reply. He’s so annoying.
Just then he started wiping my tears of my cheek with his thumb gently.
I pushed his hand away.
“You touch me again and I’ll tell Vincent about all of this.” I said warning him.
“Remember that accident six years ago? He said while running his hand through his hair. His hand is wounded. But it wasn’t when I met him in his house hallway. Whatever. I don’t care.
I was shocked when he mentioned the accident.
“How do you know about the accident?” I asked confusingly.
“You were actually getting back from airport when you hit the car. But do you remember why were you at the airport?” he asked while leaning against my house’s front door. Stopping me from going inside.
“It’s none of your business, SIR.” I said the ‘SIR’ sarcastically.
But now that he mentioned the accident. I’m actually curious to find out why was I at the airport. Mom dad never said anything about that. They just said it was my friend whom I was there for.
“It was me. You were there for me, Mia cara.” He said with his deep voice while again coming closer to me.
“but I don’t remember you.” I said confused.
“Am I that easy to forget?” he asked. He looked… hurt. He was coming close.
“Stop right where you are. We can have this conversation at a distance. It doesn’t require any physical closeness. And speaking of you, why the hell was I there at the airport, specifically for you, SIR.”
“Stop calling me that. And yes, you were there for me because back then we had some connection.”
I realized we were fighting and having serious conversation at the same time. It was kind of funny. I want to laugh, but not in front of this jerk.
“No, I won’t stop calling you SIR, until you’ll stop calling me your Mia cara. And what are you saying? What exactly do you mean by connection?” I said while taking out my house keys from the bag.
“We can have this conversation later, somewhere else. But for now, you should remember that you know me. You should go and rest now, Mia cara.” He said while also taking his car keys out of his pocket.
Wait.
Did he came here in his car? But I didn’t see his car coming. So  it means he was here before I came… and how the hell does he know my address?
“there’s no way in hell I’m going to meet you psycho again.” I said while opening the door.
He lean down to my ear and whispered, “You will meet me sweetheart. And do not ever talk to me in that way again.” He Said while coming to touch me again. But he stopped.
“I would have gave you a goodnight kiss but seems like you’re not comfortable with me now.” 
“Fuck you.” I said angrily.
He looked around while smirking. “Right now? I think we should wait a little until I get you back. Then you can fuck me.” He said as he touched my chin.
My mouth fell open. “You’re such a pervert. And as for getting me back, I don’t think that’ll ever happen. Because I’m engaged now, and I don’t even know you.” I pushed his hand away.
“I will get you back, Mia cara. Just wait and see.”
I just rolled my eyes at him.
“Do not ever come close to me, again.” I said to him.
“I definitely will. And…. Ogni volta che bacierai qualcun altro penserai a me. Lo so. Good night, sweetheart.” He said while smirking and walking backwards while staring at me.
God, his stare. His stare is like he’ll eat me anytime.
And then, he was gone.
I stood there like a dummy.
What the hell did he just said.
I immediately opened the translator and searched the words he just said before I’ll forget them.
The translation said, “Every time you’ll kiss someone else you’ll be thinking about me. I know it.”
He is such a stupid jerk.
With that I entered my home finally. I should had come with mom dad. So this wouldn’t had happened. I think he’s probably mistaking me for someone else…… but he wasn’t wrong about the accident six years ago.
Do I know him?
What connection did we had, that he’s so courageous to kiss me?
Oh God.
I must tell Alicia and Mia about that.