Temptations

Chapter 2: Foreign Devil

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             I'm going to kill Vitali Cristiano with my bare hands.

By, the time I had ambled home I was seething red, the blistering rage kept me fuming by the time I reached my apartment door. My brown eyes livid at the sight of a tiny black box with a lovely red bow tied across it. I ripped the lid off the box to find a black karate belt, with a lethargic roll of my eyes I read the note attached.

I hope you reached home safe, My little Ninja - Vitali Cristiano

Okay, Vitali was being childlike he'd obviously figured out that I indeed do suck at karate. I didn't  need one more  vigilant reminder of him, broken heels and a shattered dignity. Was enough. I felt used and slightly unpleasant with myself, Vitali had a dirty way of getting under your skin.

I discreetly slid out the spare key, that I had kept hidden in a flower vase outside my apartment. Hiding it under welcome mat where a little cliche for my taste. The stubborn lock finally sneered open and allowed me into the apartment I shared with Nicki.

                  I peeked through the slightly jared door, checking if foreign boy had followed me home. After, double checking the hallway I slammed the door closed and stammered off into my bedroom. Kicking off my heels and plopped into my comfy, plushy bed I had chosen out myself.

"Oh crap," I murmured into the flower scented bed spread, picking up my purse from wherever I dashed it on the ground and plugged my phone in to charge.

There.

I didn't have a class tomorrow, so that meant the day off and I wasn't expected at work tomorrow either. Yes, to a beautiful tomorrow. Who was Vitali Cristiano? No one. I pulled the covers over my body, stretching a few times but a dreadful feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.

          Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! I seethed with rage as my phone continued to vibrate on charge, I mentally groaned before I peeled myself out of bed.

         "Hello, darling!" She beamed as I answered the phone with a sour look, mother. "I hope you weren't sleeping, Isobel. You do plan on getting married some day, right? Nobody, will ever marry you darling if you can't even wake up early." My mother bickered over the phone, skipping the small talk and jumping straight into a lecture.

         Don't worry mother, my husband won't be a morning commuter.

           "Okay," I yawned softly, rubbing the tiredness from my eyes. "Did you want something?" I questioned dearly, attempting  to rid myself of her.

          "Isobel," she screeched loudly, huffing over the line. "Is that any way to talk to the woman that brought you into this world? That sacrificed her precious body to push an ill mannered child out?" She demanded. "No."

            "Sorry, mother."

  

              "I don't want to sound like a nagger, but your brother is returning home in a month." She explained in a matter of fact tone, I could almost taste the bitterness in her tone when she said brother. "Your father has decided to throw him a welcome back party, you know Conrad."