Victoria moves to Italy to escape the drug dealers she owes money to and meets Vanessa. Vanessa tries to set Victoria up with her brother Emiliano, but they don't get along and make a sex deal to alleviate the tension. But is it enough?
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After our shower, Victoria tells me that she is hungry. So I decide to make her some food. I just make her some pasta, something simple.
She fell asleep in my bed after she changed the sheets.
I wake her up by smacking her ass lazily so it didn't hurt her but woke her up.
She sat up and smiled when she saw the plate of warm pasta in my hand. She happily takes the bowl from my hand and takes a bite.
"This is delicious." She says.
I join her on the bed, "Yeah?"
"Mhm." She hums, "I love pasta. It's one of my favorite foods, and this is the best pasta I have ever had."
I wipe a bit of the red sauce off of the corner and I taste it. I see her eyes widen a bit before they soften again and she smiles at me.
"It does taste good." I agree. Even though I already tasted it while I cooked it.
She smiles, "Do you cook everything this good?"
"I guess." I shrug, "I don't cook much though."
"Why?" She asks.
"I have chefs." I say.
She laughs a little, "I should've guessed that was why."
She eats two more bites than offers me some. I take the fork and eat the pasta. Then I twirl some pasta on the fork and feed it to her.
I put the fork back in the bowl but keep the bowl in my hand, "I'm sorry."
She shoots me a confused look, "For what?"
"For what I said. About your place. It was wrong I shouldn't have said that." I admit.
There is a flicker of sadness in her eyes, "Oh."
"I don't care if I was mad or even if I hated you at that time, I shouldn't have said that. And you have every right to be mad at me and not accept my apology." I say.
She wraps her arms around me, "It's okay."
I am hesitant at first but eventually I wrap my arms around her as well.
When she pulls away she look at me and says, "Please don't say anything like that again."
"I won't." I promise.
She looks at the bowl of pasta in my hand so I pass it to her. She takes it and starts eating it again.
She offers me some more but I decline, when she finishes her food I take the bowl and put it in the kitchen sink. I also grab a bottle of cold water. I drink a little bit before handing it to Victoria.
She drinks about half of the water and sets it on the bedside table.
I lay back and she lays on my chest, drawing small circles with her fingers.
