The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 24 Unexpected dinner guest

I woke up with Klaus's hand on my face, a loud sound of glass cracking. I jolt up, pulled a pillow from my back, and covered Klaus's chest. 

"Mara?" I called out. 

My eyes were barely opening from the heaviness of a four-hour sleep yet my defenses knocked my senses and I am functioning on my trained instincts. I looked around the living room searching for the source of the sound when Mara pops behind the counter. 

"Hey! Morning. Sorry, I dropped the glass." She says looking guilty. 

Below me, Klaus starts to struggle under the weight of the pillow that I put to protect his ass. I release the pressure from the pillow and throw it to the opposite one-seater couch before falling back to my spot. 

"Christ," he yelps, "Were you trying to kill me or what?"

I shake my head and went back to my sleep. 

The next time that I woke up, I was in my bed with a bedsheet pulled over me. I slowly got up and scratch my head as I look around my room. Darkness crept from the closed curtains, the ceiling vibrated under the pressure of air conditioning as I woke up feeling like I am in the morgue. 

"Klaus," I called out removing the sheets from me. 

No answer. 

"Mara?"

Again silence. 

I went to the living room, empty and clean without any sign of life. I found a note stuck on the coffee table with other stacks of magazines and Mara's recipe book.

"Date night, will be late. PS; Can you stay somewhere else for tonight. Love Klaus,"

I don't know what's creepy. Reading that my brother and best friend are out on a date or that they are expecting sex tonight.Gross, both of those are nauseating for my brain. Without wasting any minute I go to my room and wash up before heading outside. 

I wore a comfortable pair of jeans and top with a summer shirt and drove to a nearest restaurant. It was almost seven in the evening and I've slept for half a day. It isn't surprising that I slept so long considering I've been awake quite often these last few months. 

Benedict and his men have ruined the peace in my life. Either I am planning for my next move on them or I am searching like a maniac about information and loopholes that can help me end this revenge as soon as possible. 

Well that's it. Tonight, I wont think about ruining him or killing anyone. Tonight, I will try to relax and have a self-care day or evening whatever. We're still five hours away from midnight. 

I parked my car outside my favorite Italian restaurant. The vibrancy of the place hits me as I get out of the car. This restaurant is the only place in the city that serves a beautiful combination of penne pasta with homemade alferdo sauce. It's so creamy and cheesy that just thinking about it makes me hungry. The owner is an old lady and together with her grandsons she runs this place.

The famous Nonna's Pasta was written in the headboard above the restaurant, same like before. No change, no modern zist. A simple and cozy restaurant that takes you to Italy with just their recipes. 

I hand the car keys to the valet and walked inside. 

The smell of herbs, mozeralla and something zingy hits me. I take my usual spot by the garden door when Marcello, one of the grandson's of Nonna's and my friend come. "Mio Caro, what a pleasant surprise,"

"Hey Marcello. How are you?" I smile,

"Can't complain. How about you? You're coming after so long I thought you forgot about us," he says filling my glass with sparkled water.