𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 | ✓

Chapter Fifty Eight

"Okay, this is the first place we met. I was punching a punching bag." He says as he pushes my wheelchair into the room. "I was an asshole to you, because I was upset." He adds.

I look up at him. "Why were you upset?"

"It was the anniversary of the day my family died." I pause and decide it's best to just look away from him.

"I'm sorry, if I annoyed you that day." I whisper.

"You were the best thing that happened to me." He chuckles rolling me out of the room.

~

"This is my office."

"Why are you showing me this room if it's your office?" I ask.

"Because we did a lot of stuff here." He smirks.

I look down at my legs. "Am I a virgin?"

"Yeah, I didn't want to rush you."

"Are you a virgin?"

"No." He responds bluntly.

I felt kind of hurt. I've always wanted my boyfriend's first time to be with me.

"Don't feel bad, Arabella. I haven't had sex with anyone ever since I started falling hard for you." He comforts.

"Can we go to the next room?" I ask, trying to change the subject.

"Okay but it's a long drive."

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"This is where Aurora publically humiliated you."

"Her fashion show," I subconsciously say.

"You remember?"

"Yes," I trail rolling my chair and looking around. "She called me a slut. That reminded me of what Amelia used to call me."

"Do you remember what I told you?" I shake my head. "I carried you off the stage and comforted you in the changing room." He smiles like he'd just done the best thing known to man kind.

He was just a broken person with feelings. He was actually really sweet. I'm such a bitch. "Can I see the dressing room?"

He rolls my chair all the way to the back. Once we get there I look around. The place looked pretty empty except from the pink lights and pink plants. "Should I show you how we were sitting?" He chuckles.

I look at him and the feeling of lust that wasn't there before magically appears. "Yes." I respond, boldly.

I looks at me a bit confused but then slowly picks me up allowing me to wrap my useless legs around his waist. He sits on the arm chair with me on his laps. "What did we do after?" I ask with butterflies in my stomach.

"I'm sure you're not ready for me to do that." He responds.

I push my lips onto his and we begin to make out. I trace my fingers on his face as his facial hair grazed my fingers. He moves lower and begins gently sucking my neck making me moan.

"Should I stop?" He mumbles against my skin which felt so good.

"No, keep going." I order tangling my fingers through his hair. Only then do I realize what I had just said. "I mean, stop." I correct myself pushing against him and landing on the floor.

He laughs not even bothering to help me up. "I need help."

"Do it yourself, Arabella. You're becoming dependent on people and lazy." He informs harshly. He gets up and drags my wheelchair outside the room. "If you get here on your own using your feet you can have the wheelchair."

"This has to be illegal." I protest, but it doesn't move him. I groaned and pick myself up. I could walk fine, but my legs were just a bit shaky and I had a hard time walking without getting tired.

Once I reached the chair and sat back down and sigh. He bends down and kisses my forehead. "Well done, tesoro."

"I'm guessing that means sweetheart in Italian."

"I've missed you."

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I horribly messed up chapter 58 and chapter 59 so I had to split it in half. This is what happens when you plan too far ahead. Not going to lie, wasn't a FAN of this chapter. I kind of rushed everything. If I ever come back to this book in the near future I'll try and redo some chapters.

Double update!

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