The Ruthless Mafia King's Posession|18+|

47. A Bit Of Feelings.

★JANIE★

"Wow! Who sent the letter to you? Your boyfriend?" Sandra persisted, but I remained frozen.

Shock gripped me from the crown of my head down to the sole of my feet. I could not believe this was part of the birthday gift Luciano gave me that day and I spoke to him rudely afterward.

My heart tightened with guilt and my mind raced with regret. I shouldn't have spoken to Luciano in that manner. Nonetheless, I'd have to find a way somehow to apologize and return this gift.

I don't want the apartment.

"Spill Janie. Is this some kind of undercover relationship?" Sandra prodded.

"No, it's not," I replied in a hushed whisper, picking up the box from the ground and then going ahead to plop on my bed.

Still, Sandra followed me.

"Are you going to take the apartment?" She queried again and I shook my head.

"I can't."

"Why? So you are going to turn down such a huge gift?" Parting her lips open in disbelief, her eyes narrowed at me in awe.

"Sandra, this relationship isn't hidden or anything. It's pretty much complicated, which is why I can't take the apartment." I laid it down properly for her to understand.

She took in a deep breath and let it out in a loud gush. Thereafter, she sat beside me. Her hazel eyes held mine in concern. "I don't mean to pry, Janie. I know we are still pretty much like strangers, but if we are going to be roommates and friends, there's no need to hide anything from each other." She paused to catch her breath before continuing. "Hi, my name is Sandra. The only child of my parents set to divorce. I have been torn since their incessant arguments, and heated exchange of abusive words, so when my admission letter came in, I was very excited to get the hell out of the house. I didn't want to be part of the process of their messy divorce."

Her revelation made my stomach clench. I couldn't even bring myself to think of what she might be going through inside. Although, my parents didn't go through a messy divorce. But the fact that they were no more, still ate at me until now.

"I'm so sorry, Sandra."

Sandra took her hands in mine. "No, don't be. I'm not telling you this for pity. I just wanted to get it out there. You know on my way here, I prayed to have a charming roommate, someone with whom I could share things. Someone who could be like the sister I never had. You seem like that person, Janie. And this isn't about spewing your relationship problems to me. It's fine if you don't want to. But I just wanted to put myself out there to you, hoping you'd see me as someone you can also trust."

Seeing the glint of hurt in Sandra's eyes made me want to throw my hands around her and hug her. But then, I decided against it. The best thing I could offer her was to treat her like a friend and sister like she needed.

Clearing my throat, I started to explain. "What do you do if you're with a man that acts so despicable at your first meeting, but then he starts acting nice and caring towards you? It's not like he's a nice person or anything. His job is worse. But then, he comes to you asking that you become his girlfriend?"

Sandra brought a finger to her lips as she was trying to comprehend what I just said. "Then I'd date him. Is he hot?"

"This isn't about—" I began to say but she cut me off.

"Is he hot?"

"Very. That's why sometimes I don't know how to feel when his hands touch me. My mind would keep warning me to desist from having any intimate moment with him. But then, my body always betrays me. Countless times, we've kissed, and done some foreplay but we've never made love. Thereafter, I'd go back to regretting why I allowed him to touch me and try to play the defensive mode by being rude to him."