Neglected Limits

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Bianca

I sat on my bed, my breathing still uneven from what he'd said replaying in my mind. Matteo was the biggest asshole, and I'd even reward him for his courage to flirt with me. With me. 

 Bianca. Fucking. Gatello.

All while being engaged to my sister. His head needed to fucked up real bad for him to be saying shit like that to easily.

"For you, I'd walk right in, my furious dea."

Apparently, I'm already in hell. 

Oh for fuck's sake another nickname. Dea. I'd think a made man would die before calling a woman a goddess and making himself any less than her.

I kicked my shoes off and fell back on the bed, my back hitting the plush mattress with a thud. 

There was something to endearing about this man built of ice and the fact that I couldn't put my finger on it made my toes curl.

It wasn't his looks. It wasn't his dominant gaze that forced me to keep looking at him, or the muscles I knew and had felt under those shirts which didn't do his god-like body justice. MY breaths became quicker, the opposite of what I wanted.

I turned my head to the side to see the roses I'd put back after he left them with me. Why I couldn't leave even these flowers in the gardens made my jaw tick.I wanted to believe myself when I said it was because one of the men would pick them up and definitely inspect them. But it wasn't. I fucking knew that. 

I picked one of the roses, rolling my eyes as I heard Matteo's voice in my head say "Rosa". 

I hate that nickname. I hate these roses. I hate his gaze. I hate his presence.

I hate him.

I brought the rose to my nose and inhaled, the scent relaxing each and every muscle in my body. Taking in another sniff of the petals, I find myself drifting off to sleep as my eyelids slowly weigh heavier, and I fall asleep sniffing his gift.

***

"Someone's ready for a vacation!" Andreas says entering my room suitcase rolling behind him.

I tie hair up, getting irritated by the pieces of hair already escaping the ponytail's grasp. "I used better words." I reply.

He laughed excitedly. "Well here's your packed suitcase. Can you believe they told Maria to pack you clothing." He made a face of disgust. "That woman has no sense of style, she put in a neon yellow bikini. Neon." He stretched the last word with distaste.

Now why the fuck would I need a bikini?

"What else did you pack?" I asked moisturizing my lips with my lip balm.

He laughed again. "Somethings are better unknown than not." He singsongs.

"Yeah well I'll be wearing whatever's inside so do disclose." I said putting the balm back in its drawer.

He smiled wider. "I'll only tell you, I put in here magic! You won't be looking any less than a goddess wearing these one of a kind pieces and packed in with my heart." He put his hand on his chest with a dramatic siigh.

Furious dea

I froze, the thought of his words making me stop in motion. Recollecting myself, I swallow before grabbing my phone of the charger and putting it in my legging's pocket. Thank god Andreas added pockets to the leggings or I'd be walking around with all my things in my hands.

Andreas grabs the jewelry box and fishes around for something. If I weren't so occupied with other thoughts I would have made sure he didn't have it in him to touch my things again, but I obviously didn't.