Looks Can Be Deceiving

C H A P T E R 3

"So are you going to chose the first topic, or do I have to?" I questioned quite angrily at his lack of words. We have been walking for about twenty minutes, and as if that wasn't enough, he was on his phone the whole time. A deep frown on his face as he texted away, to whoever. The thought of it being Claire made me quite angry, but I didn't voice that. If he needed her right now then so be it, but I wasn't here for show.

When it looked like he wasn't going to answer I stopped walking. Both hands rested on my hip as I waited to see when he would realize. It took him only two more strides until he stopped as well, but he didn't turn around to face me, he just stood there. His head still bowed low as he continued to text away on his phone.

If I was being honest, I wanted to just yell and scream at him. Alessandro was never that isolated from me, he never kept things from me. Normally he would go on and on about his day or about things he couldn't get off his mind. He never purposely ignored me either, so this silent treatment, or whatever it was, bother me half to death.

He sighed and turned around to face me. Placing his phone in his pocket, he opened his arms for me, but I didn't budge. "I'm sorry, Naomi, but I had to handle some things." Naomi? Where the fuck is my best friend? And as if realizing his mistake he frowned and took a step closer to me. "Princess, what happened back there is nothing of importance to get you involved. The less you know about that the safer you are, okay? Trust me, I would do anything to keep you safe."

My eyebrows practically touched after his words. My safety? "What about yours? There's a reason I worry, Alessandro, and one of them reasons is because of your safety." I closed the rest of the little distance and place my hands on either of his cheeks. "If your in danger we need to do something to try and fix it"

"Always worried about others." He chuckles, "For once think about your own safety. If I was to get hurt it will literally only have affect on you, but if it was the other way around, I would have a bullet piercing through my skull."

"Always being so dramatic." I push him away from me playfully, as I began to walk again. We were headed back to the hotel so I could get my car. He had wanted to leave it there so we could walk and talk. Waist of time. "Nobody will shoot you in the head because of me."

"So the reason I came by, other then to see you, was to tell you that George wants to shoot the photo's today." He shrugs and take his phone out of his pocket once again. "He said he wants you there at 6pm, if you can make it."

George being a photographer who's been asking me to take pictures for the longest. My 5'8 height and slim-thick figure, I would be the perfect model for his shoot. His words not mine. I've never been the type to exploit my body for the whole world to see. Normally, other then work, I would wear some sweatpants, spaced jeans, or a loose sundresses.

Two weeks ago I had finally agreed to help him out. Two weeks ago I was a fool. "Shit, I forgot all about that agreement." As we approach the car his attention is solemnly glued to his phone. I slide into the car and immediately press the lock button. He didn't notice because he started to pull at the door handle furiously. "Ass whole," I mutter to myself.

He bends down so that he could look at me. "Are you going to unlock the door or what?" He sounded impatient and actually upset. "Seriously, Naomi, unlock the door." Yup, he's upset.

He rolls his eyes when I merely roll the window down. "Throw your phone into the car, Apples."

"Would you stop calling me apples?" He spills his nickname, I gave him, out like it burnt his tongue. He's never had a problem with the name before, weirdo. "And I will not be doing that, so open the fucking door."