𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 | ✓

Chapter Twenty Two

"I was thinking," I begin, taking a sip out of my coffee. "You could help me find Vincenzo a new therapist."

She looks at me and smirks. "I knew your plan wouldn't work, imbecille." I glare at her and roll my eyes. [Italian Translation: Dummy]

"Look are you going to help me or continue calling me imbecille?" I ask, mocking her Italian accent.

"Yeah sure, I'll give my friend a call." She smiles. "Oh, and yes I must call you that. You refused to be in a proper relationship with my cousin because you were scared of not being there for him." She sarcastically coos.

"You truly are an idiot. And on top of that you ditched him for some basic Italian dude." She exclaims referring to Francesco.

I roll my eyes. "I-. Yeah, so what?" I ask.

She glares at me and then rolls her eyes. "I bet they've been the most miserable days of your life." She mutters.

"Two weeks exactly." I correct with a smirk.

"You don't like him, stupido pezzo di merda." She growls. "You like Vincenzo." [Italian Translation: You stupid piece of shit]

I look at her and give her a small sigh. "Thanks for paying, stupido pezzo di whatever you said." I laugh. [Italian Translation: You stupid piece of]

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"This movie doesn't make sense." He says shaking his head. I look up at him with a frown.

"What's there not to get?"

"Well," He sits up properly and pauses the TV. "Her first name is Snow White. Who the hell names their child Snow White? It's the dumbest celebrity name I've ever heard. Secondly she moves in 6 short men and literally takes the housewife role." He rants.

"It's a Disney classic." I yawn going back to watching the movie. Suddenly his phone starts ringing and an annoyed look is plastered on his face.

"Sono occupato." He speaks. Aurora was right, I did have a type. Italian men who could speak their native tongue. I should probably start learning it as soon as possible. [Italian Translation: I'm busy]

"Gia, ma lei e qui." He continues. [Italian Translation: Already, but she's here]

He sighs and cuts the call. "One moment, Arabella." He excuses himself to go open the door.

"Ti avevo detto di non venire. I had everything under control." He says in a whisper tone. [Italian Translation: I told you not to come]

"Where's the lovely lady." The man booms letting himself in. There's a tall dark-skinned man with a huge grin staring at me. "You must be Arabella. Frankie over here loves talking about you but doesn't want us to meet you. Too scared we might steal you." He chuckles plopping himself next to me on the couch.

"Hi." I smile.

"I'm his best mate, Devan." I carefully examine his attire. He truly was a strange man. "It was my girlfriend's idea to dye my hair green." He shrugs.

"Your girlfriend is a complete airhead." Francesco speaks up sitting right next to me.

"Shut your mouth when talking about Baby. You'll love her, Arabella." He coos.

I giggle at his childish demeanour. "I'd be happy to meet her."

His eyes lit up as he wiggles his eyebrows. "You could meet her tomorrow." He suggests. "We can have a great double date. I'll bring my friend and Frankie can 5th wheel."

I couldn't help but continue to laugh. I really did like the man. "I'll have to check with my boss and when he's okay with it." I reply honestly. Mr Varallo didn't even know I was out. I tried calling him a bunch of times but he just ignored my calls so Francesco encouraged me to sneak out.

"Ah, who is he? Some up-tight old man?" He groans.

I smile and realized I didn't even know his age. He could be a 40-year-old in a 20-year-old man's body for all I know. "I think he's twenty-something." I respond honestly.

"Screw him. What are we watching?"

Francesco lets out a tired groan which only causes me to laugh.

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I was thinking of taking a tiny break from Vincenzo and Arabella. I know you guys are going to hate me for that but I just had to. But don't worry, it's a tiny break. Before you know it they'll be back in love with each other.

Updating Wednesday 16th December 2020 (No specific time anymore. I might be early or not.)

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