"Hm. Is he a friend of yours?"
"Yes."
Costa nodded, reaching his hand up to move a stray piece of hair from my face. "If you ever let another man touch you again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
He spoke so softly yet so ominously...
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The sound of the slap echoed around the room, my palm stinging from the impact. Costa's face turned ever so slightly and he lifted his hand to his reddening cheek.
Before he could react, I swung my hand again, aiming for his cheek. This time, he was ready. He caught my wrist mid-air, gripping it tightly. Shock and fury surged through me.
"Fuck you! Let me go." I glared at him, tears springing to my eyes as I tried to tug my hand out of his hold.
"Calm down." His voice suddenly softened, although the edge of anger was still prominent. He also spoke with a stern authority, immediately shifting the power balance in his favour.
It reminded me that I'd just slapped the Underboss of the Sicilian Mafia.
After what I saw tonight at the club, I knew Costa didn't tolerate disrespect from anyone. And I just crossed a line. But my anger and hurt at what he said was too much for me to even process any of the consequences yet.
"No." I continued to struggle against him, but he was way too strong for me.
"Millie, that's enough. Calm down." He said it again, the anger now outweighing the softness - like there was a constant battle going on between the two. At the same time he caught my other wrist, now holding onto both of them.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" I cried, my strength diminishing as I continued to fight against him, still wrapped up in the bedsheets.
"Come here." He pulled me into him, but I still resisted him. My desperation to get away from him increased which ultimately led to more tears.
"Shh." He whispered, pulling me into his chest as the tears came out faster. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, principessa."
He continued to apologise while I sobbed, the storm of emotions hitting me all at once.
How did we go from having our second time together to having one of our worst fights ever?
It was all my fault. But I didn't think anything like this would ever happen. I'd been so nervous to ask about our future plans that when I finally got the courage, I just did it. Granted, it was the alcohol that gave me the courage.
I think I drank too much.
Everything was so peaceful in bed, I just thought he'd answer with his guard down.
"Here." When he was sure I wouldn't pull away or try to hit him again, he let me go. He gripped his T-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Then he helped me put it on, removing the bedsheet I'd wrapped around myself.
