Ottaviano ✓

♥ Chapter Thirty Nine ♥

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        ••••••••••• Jasmine •••••••••••✓

   I'm awakened by the bright sunlight shining in Viano's room through his large open windows. Guess I forgot to close them last night.

    I groan while feeling the other side of the bed in hopes of feeling that warm familiar body of Viano, but I get disappointed as my hand moves around the cold empty space. He didn't come back last night.

    I sigh in frustration before sitting up. I hate feeling helpless. God,Viano where are you? I run my hands down my face before letting out another loud groan in confusion. Did I do something? Does he hate now? Doesn't he want anything to do with me?

    I knew this was way too good to be true. I'm sure he did all that to get in my pants and now that he's gotten exactly that, he's probably dumped me in the trash and moved on to the next woman. I should have never trusted him or let my walls down easily around him. I was so fucking desperate to feel out the empty space in my life and that just led me straight into the predators hands. Fucking stupid jasmine.

      Men like him don't fall in love with people like me. They play with us and settle down with women of their status. I should have never put my all into this. God I gave in to him so quickly, but can you blame me? Have you seen him? He's way out of my league and just the thought of him being interested in me had me running to him.

       And it kills me that I would leave everything I'm doing if he called out to me. Pathetic? Yes I know.

    But what if something else is actually going on and all my assumptions about him are wrong. What if he's just clearing his head like Enzo said or maybe he's just busy with work and nothing happened. Maybe a family emergency perhaps?

   Or he just me.

 
      I snap out of my thoughts at the sound of the door opening and later slammed shut. My eyes connect to the dark ones that I was longing to see for so long. I get down from the bed running towards him. I immediately pull him close to me when I reach him and squeeze him tightly.

   ‘‘Oh my god are you okay? Where were you? I was wor-” I stop dead in my tracks, freezing on point at the smell of a woman's perfume on his body. I shake my head praying it's not what I think it is as I slowly pull away from him attempting to read his face. Key word, attempting.

      My eyes get stuck on his neck filled with huge hickeys that have now taken a darker shade of red. My mouth hung open as tears build in the rim of my eyes. I drop my hands off of him like touching him was painful like touching hot coal. I can feel my hands shaking as I try to regulate my breathing. Please no. Not again.

    I finally gather the courage to look up into his eyes and I hope to physically restrain myself from breaking down in front of him. I squeeze the sides of his shirt that I'm wearing as I will myself to remain strong and meet his dead cold eyes that hold no regrets dead on.

    
      ‘‘Where...w-what did you do” my voice cracks as I stumble on my words trying to make sense of all of this

       ‘‘What?” He asks, voice holdings no emotion while lifting his perfectly shaped eyebrow at me. Challenging me to say it

  What?

  Seriously! I feel myself getting angry at his act.

     ‘‘What do you mean what Viano! You leave with no call or text and don't come back home the entire night then you walk in our room with hickeys all over your body and you stand here fucking asking me what?! Are you fucking serious right now?!” I yell at him becoming more angry as he still stands there in front of me acting like I had two heads...