A Z A L E A

Chapter 10

AZALEA

A week has passed since our talk in the patio and ever since then, I tried to avoid Luca.

Even when it comes to dinning together, I refused to look him in the eye.

When he asks me a question, I answer and then keep my mouth shut.

And when night comes I would sleep on my side of the bed facing away from him, fortunately he didn't say anything about it.

I am not mad at him or anything.

In fact I'm more mad at myself.

How can I slap him and then kiss him not even after an hour has passed.

I hated to admit it but when he kissed me in the patio, I ended up kissing him back, the worst part is that he's the one who has to pull away because your girl got too hooked in the moment.

When he whispered "I think we should stop," as he gasped for air after our kiss, I just wanted to faint.

I wanted to beat my ass to the grave thinking that just a few moments ago, he was the most hateful man for me and then now I was literally straddling him as he seats on the coffee table.

I swear to God, I blushed so hard, a tomato would've been embarrassed next to me.

I tried to focus on the present as we ate our dinner silently.

Nothing but the sound of utensils hitting the plate and when I finished, I was ready to excuse myself but he suddenly turned to me.

"We will be attending a ball tomorrow night," he said.

I froze.

A what?

"A ball?" I repeated making sure I heard him right.

He nodded.

"It's a masquerade ball, make sure to ask Rosalie to help you get ready, we will be leaving at exactly 8 in the evening," he explained to me and I nodded.

When I thought he was done he decided to speak again.

"Also... " he placed his utensils down and stared at me, I looked away.

"...until when are you gonna avoid me?"

I snapped my eyes to him and when I saw that he was already staring at me I itched not to look away simply because I didn't want to prove his point.

"I-I'm not," I said but even I myself didn't believe what I just said.

"I'm not stupid Cara mia, (my darling) I have eyes and I most definitely have feelings as well," he said as he took a sip of his wine.

I gulped.

"I'm just, confused," I answered him truthfully.

"Confused?"

I nodded.

"I'm confused with myself," I clarified.

He set his glass down and leaned on his chair as if waiting for me to continue.

I sigh and turned to him completely.

"I slapped you didn't I? But then I also kissed you. I thought I hated you but then I didn't and I'm just so confused with myself, I.. I don't know how to explain my actions to you," I finished.