Victoria's Secret Angel

Twentyseven

(Kendal's POV)

I doze in and out of sleep, like I'm in that constant state of limbo. Stretching out my arms, I notice that the other side of the bed is still empty. I shiver, wanting that warmth of his body next to mine.

The clock reads 1:47 am, and I creep towards the door. Creaking it open, I peek out into the living room to see Tony slouched over a desk with a single desk lamp on. His tie is loosened, his sleeves rolled up, and his hands are knotted through his hair as he rests his elbows on the desk.

I step through the door and the floor creaks. He jolts awake like he had been half asleep and looks in my direction.

"Are you coming to bed soon?" I ask in a gentle voice.

Tony yawns and shakes his head. "I still have a few more things to do," he answers.

I take in his worn out appearance and sigh. "You need to sleep," I state, placing a hand on my hip.

"You seem very concerned considered you were mad at me just a few hours ago," he teases with a smirk.

Yeah, I was mad at him but I wasn't that angry. Honestly, I don't really care about that fight anymore.

I dismiss his comment with a wave of my hand. "Whatever. You're still human which means you still need sleep."

"Does that mean you're not mad at me anymore," he says in a hopeful tone.

I give him a 'that's not what I said' look just to throw him off before closing the door again.

I lay back down and try my best to sleep. A few hours later I feel the bed dip beside me.

***

"Don't leave me alone!" I whine as Tony tightens his green tie.

"I'm not leaving you alone. You're going sight seeing with Maurice."

Maurice is this nerdy man who works for Tony as his personal assistant here in Italy. For three days I've been 'sight seeing' with him and for three days I ditch him by lunch time. I feel bad, but then again if I don't act up Tony won't pay attention to me. Childish, but necessary.

"I don't want to go with Maurice," I whine some more as I crinkle my nose in disgust.

Tony sighs and walks over to me. he leans down, kisses my forehead, and ruffles my hair. "I'm sorry I can't be with you today. I have-"

"Important things to do. Yeah,yeah," I finish the sentence that he's thrown me the past week.

"I'm sorry," he says. Turning, he walks towards the door.

"You know what's funny," I fake laughter in my voice. He stops in his tracks. "Back home, you would spend any moment you had with me and say how much you needed me. You actually fought for me. And now I'm the one begging for five minutes of your time. Do I need to make an appointment for that to happen? How's that fair?" By the end of my speech I have tears running down my face. I didn't know how lonely I've been feeling until now.

Tony doesn't turn, but instead continues to walk out. "We will talk about this later," he mutters before closing the door behind him.

***

"So, where do you feel like going for lunch? I was thinking..." My thoughts drown out Maurice's deep, Italian voice. He rambles on, not noticing me checking out of the conversation.

I have no desire to go to anymore tourist locations or eat anything. I am exhausted, physically because I still have jet lag, but also emotionally. So far, this is not how I thought this trip would be. At all. And I know I keep saying that, but I really had high hopes! I thought we would rekindle our relationship and take it to the next level.