His Amour

Chapter 11

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Rosaline POV:

I walk into the kitchen, the white, silk gown swaying at my feet. The blue apron tied tightly around my waist. My hair hangs in its natural curls down my back. Before, i left the comforts of my room i caught a glance of my tan skin in the vanity. The hurtful, but meaningless words that Arnaud had uttered to me, were heavily on my mind the night before. Taking a slight toll in the presence of the bags under my eyes. Keeping me up, past when i told him goodnight.

I left his room, after he fallen asleep. Too embarrased to face his remorseful stare, I crept to my room, my head hung in shame.

Questions had raided my mind about what he meant and how the hell he knew so much about love. I could ask the same for myself. I was the Mafia Leader, of the second wealthiest Mafia in all of the world, explaining different forms of love to the most  powerful  Mafia Leader in all of the world. The only love that I had experienced was the sibling love as well as the parent love.

Although, I remember my mother telling me stories about how she fell so dutibiously in love with my father. About how he was scared to admit his feelings to her. She hadnt understood why, as she was a civillian in the American World. A distant memory came to mind when my father relentlessly put my mother through it all.

Giving her no choice but to pity herself as well as us. He made her stay in the Mafia House, not really understanding his feelings yet. Choosing what she wore and what time she was able to come out of the room that she stayed in.  When they both died, the love that hadnt been spoken aloud, was still hanging tightly in the air.

"Did you bring Arnauds food to his office?" DeLilah ask, coming into the kitchen tying the apron around her waist.

"Um, no. I wasnt informed that i had to," I say, scanning her face, to see if she was trying to set me up for anything.

"Well, its 7:45 and he's going to be upset if you dont bring him any food," She says, grabbing a bowl and begans pouring the  ingredients inside.

"And why cant you take it up to him?" I ponder, putting my hand on my hip. She obviously knew that something was up with me and Arnaud and like the amazing friend she was she wanted to humiliate me. Again.

"Because, you're his booty call not me, sweetheart," She says, laughing and making a gasp escape from my lips. My face turning a fury red.

"I am not!" I hiss, walking up to her and slapping her shoulder.

"So, you mean to tell me that you and Arnaud go to the library everyday and do nothing. At all. Honey, I'm sorry to surprise you but everybody knows that you both go down there. Oh and let me not forget how i saw you sneaking up to your room. Tsk, tsk, tsk," She says, waving her pointer finger at me playfully.

"We do nothing! He's only a friend. I read to him, thats it," I huff, my face burning from the heated emotions currently passing through me. I can only imagine how red I must look to her, resembling a tomato.

"Oh, really? Since when is reading one anothers sexual faces, officially known as reading?" She says, obviously trying to hold back loud laughter.

"If you werent my friend, i would kick your ass," I say, a small smile making its way across my lips.

"If Arnaud is your friend, i would rather not be classified in that category, "She says, finally bursting out with laughter.

I stand staring at her humourlessly as she laughs hysterically, clutching her stomach between her fingers. Her face bright red with humor. A snort escaping her body, making me giggle in return.