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Chapter 8

Olivia's POV

Am I dreaming or what? Beeping, lots and lots of beeping and I have a pounding headache.

Upon opened my eyes, I was met with an unfamiliar white hospital type room as I glanced around. I peered to my side and saw someone sitting in a chair with their head slumped forward, looking at a phone. My vision was still a little blurry, but I think that figure can only belong to one person

"Domenico?" I said, as he snaped his head in my direction at the sound of my voice "where am I?" I asked him.

"At my base, in the infirmary, you were passed out when I found you two days ago at your apartment" he mentioned, like it was just another boring day in the mafia.

My eyes went wide after his revelation "what? Two days? Why? The last thing I remember; I was at home and in my bedroom and my wrist...".

"Your wrist caused you to develop a blood infection, it wasn't treated properly, but that's sorted now. You were treated with antibiotics. Your system was just in shock that's why you were out for so long. You should be able to leave when the doctor clears you in a few minutes" he said.

"Thank you" I said, not looking in his direction because I was too embarrassed. I should have gone to the hospital, instead of wasting people's time. My eyes fell on my attire, and I saw I had my own pajamas on. Last time I checked I had on a pair of leggings with my NYU top. I frowned at this "Who changed me?" I asked.

He rubbed the back of his neck, and I could see a rosy tint on his cheeks. So, he is a human being, with human emotions.

"I had no choice; from the way you looked I had to improvise. You were unconscious. So, I packed your stuff and brought you here, but I didn't change you. A female doctor did that if you're wondering if I saw you naked. I also changed the locks on your doors because anyone would be able to pick it. I could do it under a minute".

I him at him with my mouth agape, shocked at how nonchalant he was mentioning that he picked my lock, but I was thankful regardless, so I closed my mouth instead of scolding him.

"Thank you for saving me, I really appreciate it" I said, in all sincerity. How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing".

"And the medical bill? I don't believe in taking things for free" I informed him.

He remained silent for a while before speaking "you are my close friend, right?".

I couldn't help but to frown at his statement. This was pretend close friend, so what is he on about?

He saw my confusion and decides to continue "this building and everything inside it belongs to me, so no charge and besides we are close friends. I also need a date for the charity gala I'm attending in one month's time, and I need my fake close friend to accompany me as a favor" he stated, as if we're discussing the weather.

"You don't have anyone else to go with you?" I counter.

"I do, but they are not worthy of being next to me in public" he said, while sitting there with a smug look on his face.

"And I am? What's the difference between them and me?" I asked him.

"They are tainted, and you're not" he said.

What is that supposed to mean? A woman's worth is not determined by how many men she slept with.

Before I could take him on and respond, someone entered the room.

"Mom, dad, what are you doing here?" he asked, as a beautiful woman and a man who Domenico resembled, stood in the doorway.

She came to my side and took my hand in hers "hi dear, my name is Rebecca and this is my husband, Luciano. We're Domenico's parents. I heard you're his girlfriend. How are you doing? Are you better?" she rambled, giving me a concerned smile.