𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 | ✓

Chapter Twelve

"What about this?" She asks, holding up pink lingerie.

"I don't care, we're maxing out his credit card." I laugh picking up a bunch more lingerie and throwing it in the basket.

"Why are you actually doing this?" She asks, putting random shoes in the cart.

"Just to piss him off." I shrug. "I know he'll get mad so it'll be worth it."

We both share a small laugh before we fall silent.

"Listen, Amelia. I didn't actually mean to not tell you about your boyfriend flirting with me. I was just scared of what would have happened to us. Just know that I didn't do anything." I explain.

"I know." She sighs. "He tried it on more of my friends. I'm just so sorry that I never came to you to apologize. I'm sorry."

I smile at her and throw myself at her, hugging her tightly. "Thank you," I whisper.

"Can we just go back to making this man bankrupt?"

I smile at her picking up a designer handbag. "Of course."

~

My room was swung open and Vincenzo was glaring at me. "Can I help you?" I smile, innocently.

"Can you please tell me why I got an alert that nearly $100,000 has been used up on clothes and bags?" He frowns.

"I have no idea." I sing trying to hold back the laughter.

"Then explain all these bags in your room." He commands.

I drop the book I was reading and look at the bags around my bed. I tap my chin pretending to recall what happened. "Don't have the slightest clue." I shrug.

He picks up one of the bags and starts picking up a bunch of the clothes I bought. He throws a bunch of the items, his way of throwing a tantrum until he picks up the black lingerie Amelia showed me.

"What's this?" He asks, waving it in the air.

I shrug. "An outfit."

"An outfit?" He repeats me. I nod going back to reading my book. "Put it on." He orders.

I look at him with a shocked look. "What?"

"Put it on." He repeats walking closer to me. "Since it's just 'an outfit'."

I break into a fit of laughs before standing up. I tilt my head to look at him directly and grin. "No." I beam.

"You don't have much of a choice. It's either you put it on, or you pay me back." He informs.

I look at him with shock at what he just said. "I, I don't know if I feel comfortable doing that."

He rolls his eyes. "Don't make me do it myself."

I snatch the piece of clothing from him aggressively and drop it on my bed. I slowly take off my shirt as well as my bra and watch the nasty smirk he has on his face.

"Hurry up." He presses.

"Shut up and be patient." I snap. I proceed to strip the rest of my clothes until I'm fully naked.

"Put it on." He orders.

I do as I'm told. "I'm only doing this because I can't afford to pay you back." I respond trying to fix it on. "It's a bit too small."

"That's what makes it better." He smirks sitting on my bed.

He aggressively pulls me over his lap without apologizing. "You haven't been behaving, Arabella." He informs, spanking me.

The pain that landed on my ass sent a stinging sensation mixed with pleasure that rushed to my panties. "Did you just spank me?" I question, with shock.

"What are you going to do about it?" He chuckles, darkly. "Faccio quello che voglio, piccola." [Italian Translation: I do what I want, baby]

"Wouldn't kill you to speak English," I mutter which earns me another smack on my ass.

"Why did you buy all that stuff, piccolo?" He asks. [Italian Translation: baby]

"I wanted to punish you for not trusting me. If you want to know something about me you can ask me." I explain.

He begins to laugh at what I just said. "You wanted to punish me for being protective?" He spanks me again, more painful than last time. I'm sure as hell my ass is red.

"I'm sorry," I mutter, feeling defeated.

"I'm actually getting tired of this." He says sitting me up on his lap. He begins kissing my neck and slowly moving down.

Just then his phone starts blowing up with tons of phone calls. He takes it out of his pocket and puts the phone to his ear.

"Che cosa?" He snaps, angrily. [Italian Translation: What]

"Stupida puttana. Cosa intendi con "cosa"? Ti ho appena derubato da uuno dei tuoi pazzi amici." Someone yells from the other end of the phone. [Italian Translation: You stupid bitch. What do you mean by 'what'? I just got robbed you asshole by one of your crazy friends]

He takes a deep breath before saying. "Arrivo subito, Aurora." [Italian Translation: I'll be right, over]

He cuts the call and closes his eyes, probably thinking about something.

"I'll see you later, Tesoro." He whispered, kissing my cheek and dropping me carefully on my bed.

"Okay." I say watching him leave.

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