Looking back in time if anyone told me I would be kidnapped and get married to some sexy ass guy. I would laugh in your face and say you're lying.
Life isn't always what you want it to become. I didn't want mom to die but it happened.
My thoughts were interrupted by allessio and gio who came through the door looking dirty and sweaty. Not a word was said as they walked up the stairs to take a shower as I assumed.
Fifteen minutes I spent forcing my heavy eyelids to stay open but it just wouldn't work. I got up and went to bed but sleep disappeared as he came in the room his bare torso glistened in the moonlight. Those hazel orbs looked at me staring deep into my soul.
"Where were you?" He walked up still looking at me. .
"In the living room." As he got near to me on the bed .The smell of whiskey was evident on his breath . "Are you drunk?"
"No. I just had a little whiskey."
Should I ask him?
My mind was contemplating whether to ask him or not. Ask him. Goddamit!
"Where were you tonight?" Regret filled me as I noticed his whole demeanor change.
"Nowhere. You should probably go to bed." Not satisfied with his answer I asked again.
"Stop asking questions arabelle. Get to bed now and leave me alone!" Tears welled up in my eyes at the tone he used. The first one slipped down my face and made his eyes softened. Before could say anything I was out the door.
Gio's pov
Why the fuck did I shout at her . I punched the wall and I didn't give a fuck if there was a dent or not. The warm liquid cascaded down my knuckles but I didn't care at the moment.
I walked out the room in search of her . I checked every room including the library but no sign of her . I even asked the maids but all answers were no. There's only one place I'll be able to find out where she is.
My camera room was occupied by Georgio my camera man. "You're looking for belle I assume." His eyes never leaving the screens.
"Yeah, have you seen her?" I said a little prayer hoping he'll say yes.
"Ran out of your room and went to the stargazing room. "How could I forget that room. Muttering a quick thanks I ran out and made my way to room.
Her soft melodic voice filled the room as she sang.
"You sound good." She turned quickly frightened.
"Thanks." She sighed. "I used to sing with my mom before she died. I remember she once took me to church and we went up the alter and started singing off our butts."
She smiled as she remembered the memory while guilt ate me up alive.
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Romance"Sorry." I said to the guy I bumped into. He looked like a Greek God. He is about 6'1. I felt like a midgit with him standing infront of me. I could get lost in his hazel orbs. Biceps bulging out his his expensive Armani suit. He gave off a dang...
