𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞

28|| Sanity

Celeste // February 20
•••

There must be something wrong with me.

I have been feeling odd for a few days now, yet I can't seem to lay my finger on what's wrong.

I'm lying in my bed, on top of the sheets and with my hand slipped into my underwear as I stare up at the ceiling.

I've been horny all day long, trying for god knows how many times to find release with my fingers but to my utter annoyance nothing has satisfied me so far.

I groan against my pillow before getting up and washing my hands, making sure to focus my entire attention on the motion of my fingers so my mind wouldn't be able to drift to someplace else as the cold water makes contact with my skin.

A knock on my door sounds and I shut the water off before opening it with an annoyed look on my face.

Piero stands before me, his white apron on and a tall white hat on his head. He sends me a smile and my expression instantly softens as I open the door further so he can push a trolley inside my room.

When he found out I rather don't eat than to go into a room with all those men and women and their chatter, he insisted on bringing me meals every day.

I thought he was joking at first and searched the internet for possible social ques I must've missed, but when he showed up with breakfast the next morning I realized he'd been serious.

"Thanks, Piero," I say.

"Not a problem at all." He sends me a nod before leaving to the kitchen again.

A thing I appreciate about Piero is that he understands my need to be alone. He never lingers around for longer than necessary and never takes offense to my non-chattery personality.

Fifteen minutes later, the plate of pasta and salad are completely empty. I sit back in the chair and sigh, feeling horny yet again.

If I'm honest with myself then I know very well why my fingers aren't able to do the trick anymore. But I'm not going to be honest with myself, because that would mean to confess that Dante Alessi was the reason why I'd been sexually frustrated all day long.

Even thinking about the way he'd fucked me on his living room floor, the way his hands felt against my shoulders as he massaged my muscles, the way skin felt against mine-

No.

I can't go there. Not again, not ever, and especially not now.

I hadn't seen him since I took my ring back four days ago, mainly because I'd been avoiding him like the plague. I know that the short conversation we had in his car wouldn't cover the subject of me breaking into his safe and the last thing I felt like doing these past days was talking to someone.

I think I just need a distraction, a fun one, and I need it quick.

•••

"I'm going out."

"Porca puttana," Ricardo, Dante's sidekick, curses. (Damnit)

The clipboard he was holding falls to the ground along with his pen as he turns towards me with his hand on his heart.

I realize he must not have heard me due to his surprise. "I'm going out."

He stares at me for a beat, his dark eyes very confused behind his glasses. "It's eleven at night."

I don't know how he wants me to respond to the fact so I simply nod and turn away to walk to the exit.

"Wait!"