To infinity, Amour

Chapter Two

NADINE
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I got back home safely last night, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched or followed. It could have been Mariano's message Come back to me or i'll find you, you know I will. If he wanted to find me he easily could, he has the resources and knowing him if he really wants to he will. 

Mariano used to visit me every week, or at least every time he could. He had gotten an apartment close to where I stay. He gave me his key and I thought it was a sweet thing to do until I found him in bed with another chick. 

He started yelling at me,

'Por que estas aqui!' 

'No era nada te lo prometo!'

'No haces esto!'

'Por que sos tan metida!'

I started yelling too, yelling things that didn't even make sense. 

That's when he raised his hand at me. I never thought he would ever do that. But when I felt the blow to my face and the blood pooling in my mouth, I couldn't see him the same. I walked out his apartment with tears in my eyes. He was shouting down the hall but I never looked back.

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It's Saturday morning. 

I had nothing going on but loads of cleaning, laundry, and dusting. 

My phone starting ringing, I look at the caller ID to see it was Marc.

"Hey Nad! Wanna hang?" I hear his voice loud and clear through the phone. 

"I'm cleaning.." 

"So i'll help you later, c'monn ma." He says. I know what he means is that he'll sit, talk, and eat all on my couch while I actually clean.

"Fine. Where?" I say giving into him, who could ever resist Marc??

"77th Street, Central park near the playground."

"Okay see you soon, Marc."

At the park Marc and I sit and talk for what feels like sooo long, it's currently August so its still pretty warm out.

"Hey i'm hungry, it's noon now. I am going home." I turn to Marc.

"Hmm why don't we go to this new restaurant 'La Fortuna'," he looks at me with his puppy eyes, "It's Italian." He says cheesing. I love Italian food. 

"I can pay for that right now, I have food at home."

"I'll pay, my treat. You know I got you."

I always give in. Marc has his ways for getting what he wants. He comes from a financially well family, but I still feel bad that I can't even pay for at least my own meals. I don't come from a good family, or any family to begin with. 

I was put up for adoption when i was four, that family then left at an orphanage. I lived there for most of my life, not really knowing who my parents were.

All I have left is my father's name. Aland. 

I would look for it, but I like my little life now. I don't need my biological parents. I was smart in high school; I never drank, never partied, never skipped, never went out. 

My life then was exactly the same as it is now, school and work only. 

Tried dating twice in my life, the first guy was my 9th grade science partner but he used me for my work. The second guy was Mariano so yeah. My relationships with boys have never been good. To be completely honest I don't really know how to talk to guys and I can never tell if they're into me or not.

Ya girl is struggling. But anyways enough of that..

Marcus and I arrive at the restaurant after a few block walk. It was dark orange inside, very comfortable. Oh my gosh the food was amazing as well. 

I got cacciatore pasta while Marcus got pesto pasta, and of course we always share half with each other. 

"Mmm this is literally amazing, Marc, how did you find out about this place??" I say physically moaning at every bite I take. 

"My boss just opened it up, speaking of, wanna come hang at the bar with me? It won't get busy 'till later and i'll be all sad and lonely.." Marc says exaggerating every word. 

"Marc, I have to clean. I told you this." 

"So you're going to let me be sad and lonely when you live a few blocks away?" He says giving me the puppy eyes.

I give into Marc, every time he has a way with his words and actions. You might say he's manipulative but he says he's persuasive. "Fine."

The bar is only a few blocks down from the restaurant but it was windy so I still got chilly since I was wearing a white fitted tee with a pair of light blue jeans and white converse. 

I asked Marc to make me a strawberry lemonade when this man came and sat down next to me. I couldn't lie and say he wasn't handsome. He was wearing a black button up with the sleaves rolled up showing marked ink all over both arms and an expensive looking watch, paired with a black belt and gray dress pants. 

"Get me scotch, Marc." His deep and husky voiced echoed in my ears. 

I think he saw me staring for too long because he spoke up, 

"Hey beautiful, what's your name?" He says looking me up and down. 

"Nadine, but you can call me Nadia."

"Alessandro, but you can call me Alex." 

"How are you today, Alex?" I look up making eye contact with his beautiful green/brown eyes. 

"I'm happy to meet a pretty lady like yourself."

I blush at his compliment. 

"So, what is it you do, Nadia? Like for work?"

"I currently am working at a cafe up the street called 'Express Cafe'. And you?"

"I own businesses, properties, companies, that sort of thing."

"So you're a man of many expertise?"

"You could say that, yeah." He says taking a sip at his scotch.

He takes his phone out his pocket and leaves with a quick 'I got to go' then answers a call. 

Shame. He was really hot. Maybe Marc knows who he is.

"I see you met the boss." Marc says.

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This was a longer chapter, I hope to make more longer chapters than shorter but It'll change depending how my writing goes. 

What do you think so far? 

What do you want to happen in the future?