dangerous curves -Lando Norris (English Version)

Part 62: mistakes happen.

''Matteo, please. You can't fire me just because I screwed up...'' I responded, because it was more than fair to me.

''You betrayed me and took advantage of me, Amalia!'' he raised his voice, his facial features changing into something unfriendly.

''I'm sorry..okay? I'm sorry...but please don't quit on me...'' I begged him.

''You're fired, now get out of my sight before I forget myself completely...'' he said angrily.

''You could never hurt me...'' I said to Matteo, confused.

He pulls out his cell phone and shows me a picture I've never seen before. A photo of me, lightly dressed, in a dirty pose.

''Wait, what? Where did you get that? I don't even know the photo...'' I react deeply shocked by this photo.

''I just changed my mind...surely you don't want everyone to see this photo of you, right?'' he spoke sternly.

''Of course I don't want that...please just delete it. Just tell me what I have to do...'' I suspected the worst, but I still had a glimmer of hope in him.

''Get on your knees and blow me...'' he said gruffly.

''You're disgusting...'' I said, completely disgusted and slapped him.

His facial features changed again. Firmly gripping my wrists, he pushes me against the wall and squeezes my chin tightly.

''Don't you dare hit me again...if you do, you'll regret it...'' he breathes back at me.

''Just let me go, Matteo...it doesn't have to end like this...'' I begged him, trying to look strong.

''Then get on his knees and give me a blow job,'' he said.

But instead of doing that, I kicked him between his balls. As I ran down the corridor, everyone laughed at me. The photo was sent to everyone. I sank to the ground.

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Exhausted and in tears, I reach my apartment. Red circles form around my wrists. Following his voice leads me into the living room of my apartment. His angry voice is unmistakable. When he sees me, he hangs up and takes me directly into his arms.

''What's happened, love?'' he asks me worriedly.

He holds me tightly, my tears following their own path.

''I'm going to kill that son of a bitch...'' he whispers, gently running his fingers through my hair.

Laying down in his arms on the couch, he holds me close as well as warm.

''He posted a picture of me...I'm only lightly clothed...'' I spoke for the first time in a shaky voice.

''I will see to it that the photo is deleted...'' he whispers confidently.

''He blackmailed me...'' I say.

Gentle fingertips push my chin up so that he discovers my wet eyes and immediately wipes them away.

''what did he want from you, love? take your time..if you don't want to or can't talk about it yet...''

''he wanted me to get down on my knees...and blow him...or else he'll publish the photo...'' I said heartily.

''That bastard...'' he curses.

''Did he hurt you somehow?'' he asks anxiously.

I show him the red marks around my wrists. Bringing my wrists to his mouth, he kisses them gently.

''Better...?'' he asks gently.

I look at him and nod.

''I'm sorry I couldn't protect you...'' he whispers.

''Stop apologizing...I insisted on going there alone...'' I respond.

Surprised, Lando's cell phone rings again. Grasping his cell phone, he switches it off completely.

''Forgive me...I will never expose you to such dangers alone again...'' he said and kissed my forehead.

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I woke up in the night with a stomachache. The bedroom was covered in darkness, but only he was missing. I immediately knew why. Rising from the bed, I called him - but as expected, only the voicemail went through. But as if by chance, the front door opens from downstairs. Heavy footsteps come upstairs. Our eyes met immediately. Wound after wound.

''You should sleep, dear...'' he says weakly.

Immediately I helped him sit down.

''I fucking told you not to do that...'' I say in anguish, on the verge of tears again.

Drops of blood escape his face, his shirt and his hands.

''He had it coming...''

''He didn't...I didn't ask you to put yourself in danger for me...'' I say in fear, but equally outraged.

''I just wanted to protect you, dear...'' he says weakly to himself.

I quickly fetched medication and a first aid kit from my bathroom.

''baby...stay with me...open your mouth...'' I demand and give him two pills with a glass of water.

''He deserved it...'' he repeated himself.

''Raise your arms...'' I demand of him.

His shirt removed, I can't hold back my tears.

''That's only half as bad...''

''How can you say that?'' I ask through my tears and cover my mouth with my palm.

''Sweetheart...please...'' he says and touches my cheek, a few tears dripping onto it.

''Stop putting yourself in danger because of me...please...'' I beg him through my tears.

He weakly wipes them away. Concentrating, I clean his wounds on his naked upper body, his face and his hands.

''Is the pain okay?'' I ask him anxiously as I remove his trousers.

I pull a pair of long jogging pants and a shirt over his now cold body.

''norris...open your eyes and help me put you to bed...'' I try to wake him up.

With his help, I was able to lay him down in my bed, next to my side. I covered him with a cozy blanket. I was so afraid of losing him for the rest of the night. His cold hands grasp my hips, his head moving to my stomach. Moving my shirt up, his head settles on my bare stomach, his grip remaining on my hips. Gently, I reach through his curly hair. Carefully, I covered him with a second blanket.

''I will never give up on you again...you will be the mother of my children...you will be a wonderful mother, dear...'' he whispered to himself.

I gave him a kiss on his head.

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