𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 | ✓

Chapter Fifteen

"Angel." An Italian voice says trying to get my attention. I turn around and see him.

"Hey." I say with a sweet smile.

"That was quite a performance you put on for us to see." He says walking towards me and dropping the cigarette in his mouth on the floor and stepping on it.

"Honestly, it was my first time." I confess, shyly.

"You were amazing. I love the confidence you had. It kind of contrasted with your name." I smile at his sweet compliment. "I'm Francesco." He introduces.

"Nice to meet you," I began. "but I really should be going."

"Need someone to drive you?" He offers.

"Thanks but I would rather not take rides from strangers." I state in an awkward tone.

He nods his head "Understandable. Here's my number." He takes out a card from his pocket and gives it to me.

I look down at the card and look up at him with a smile. "Thanks." I walk in the other direction to where it is and I can feel his eyes on my ass. That isn't uncomfortable at all.

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"Where've you been?" He asks sitting on my bed facing me. I narrow my eyes at him and close my door.

"I thought you were out with Claire."

"I had a meeting to attend to." He states. "How come I heard about a girl named Angel at a strip club for hungry Italian men?"

"Oh so you did know where I was." I place my stuff on my bed and head into the bathroom.

"You know," He begins following me into my bathroom. "if you wanted to strip, you could strip for me." He suggests cornering me.

"Get off of me, Mr Varallo." I order with an annoyed look.

"What did I do?" He asks, all fed up.

"You asshole. You think it's okay for you to go out and have sex with your therapist but when I go out to have fun it's a crime." I rant.

He just rolls his eyes and scoffs. "We aren't in a relationship, though."

I turn around to look at him and shoot him a nasty glare. "You're right. We aren't in a relationship, which means you have the right to fuck off and mind your own business."

"Where you go is my business because you live under my roof." He informs.

"You're not my 'Daddy' Mr Varallo." I say, while regretting the way I delievered that.

He brings me by my neck and turns me around, bringing us close to each other. "I can make you call me that till the day you die."

I smirk at what he just said. "Are you sure your girlfriend won't show up at your house and come into my room and demand I stay away from you?"

He loosens the grip on my neck and wears a confused look on his face. "Did she do that?"

I shrug. "I don't remember." I say with an innocent smile. "I need to take my shower, Mr Varallo, so could you please leave?"

He releases the grip on my neck. "What happened to Vincenzo?"

"I guess I stopped calling you by your first name when I realized it didn't deserve to be called. You can't just make out with me and be all sweet and then go missing only to be with a girl you said meant nothing to you." I explain letting my blood boil.

"She was there for me when I needed someone."

"I would have happily been there for you, but you don't fucking trust me, so since you don't trust me, I'm not going to waste my time on you anymore. So get out of my bathroom." I finish.

He finally gets the idea and leaves me to take my shower and go to bed.

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Okay, so the reason why I wanted to name her Angel was because of her Angel like appearence, you know?

Thank you guys so much for enjoying my book and pressing next chapter. I love you all!!

I hope y'all are ready for Vincenzo and Arabella's relationship. I wouldn't say it gets toxic but I would say it's a pretty long one so don't worry about me giving 300 word chapters or 2000 word chapters. Everything should be balanced out with the amount of chapters because trust me. This is going to have a lot of chapter so if you think I might be rushing into their relationship a bit don't worry. I don't think I do.

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