Love Like Amber

Chapter two

Antonio finally released me and drove me off at his son's apartment. Another pair of guards let me inside. "Don't even try escaping. The building is heavily guarded", one of them said in the elevator. "Are you delusional or something? We are on the 43rd fricking floor. The fuck you want me to do, grow some hair and play Rapunzel?", I say sarcastically. God, I can't belive it. Everything I thought would keep me safe, is gone. They don't care about me. Dad only cares about his money. And as naïve as mom is, she is no different. The guard looked at me annoyed before we got out of the elevator. The guards stopped outside the door while I got in.

I looked at my new surroundings. "Holy shit! This apartment is fucking huge". I took the heels I had been wearing for hours, off my tiny feet. And stumbled my way to the living room.

I got so happy when I saw the minibar he had in his apartment. Tequila, whiskey, wine and everything you could wish for! I tossed myself on the big sofa, took the bottle of whiskey and put on some music. I was told "the mafia son" wouldn't be home for an hour. "Oh, I love Rihanna!", I shouted while dancing to S&M. One shot, two shots, three shots. God damn I lost count. I didn't realize how much time had passed, so I turned down the music and laid down with the tequila in my hand. I was in the middle of a sentence, talking to my imaginary friend, when the door opened. A tall masculine man, with pretty blue eyes looked at me and said, "Who are you?". "My name is Amelia, and I think I'm supposed to marry you". I said walking up to him, stumbling my feet. "You're drunk." he said. "What? "No, I'm. Not, silly", I mumbled. "Great, now I got to deal with a drunk woman. My name is Deangelo". he rolled his eyes. "I'll call you Dean". I sang. "please don't", he responded.

Before I could run away, parts of digested chips and tequila spewed out of me. Deangelo took a step backwards, disgusted by the stank. My stomach kept contracting as I purged. I tried to hold myself from falling into my own bile, but my legs couldn't bear me anymore.  Even though there was nothing left, my stomach kept violently contracting. Tears and sweat ran down my face.

The black t-shirt that was now full off vomit, Deangelo threw on the floor. Revealing his naked upper body, his shredded abs caught my eye. A big tattooof a dragon traced his tight chest. Shockingly he bent forward. Deangelo took he's arms out. To help me up, I guess. I grabbed his left arm and pulled myself halfway up. In the process I felt every muscle betray me. My skin got cold, and black dots covered my sight.

Deangelo's POV:

The girl grabbed my arm. As she pulled herself up, the grip around my arm loosened. Her eyelids vibrated as her eyes rolled backwards. She lost balance completely. I caught her, before she landed back in the puddle. The girl looked awfully little in my arms. I couldn't care less about the fact she was covered in bile. The sight of her struggling to keep in touch with reality, disturbed me. I carried her to my bedroom and took off her dress. Letting her sleep in bile would only make it worse. I carefully took out her high ponytail and wrapped her in the covers. She could have the bedroom tonight, while I sleep on the sofa. This girl clearly needed help.

Amelia's POV:

I woke up with an awful headache. My mouth was so dry I wasn't able to swallow. Once again salvia ran down my cheek. I tried to wipe it away but, my arms were so heavy. The nausea approached me in a rush. I ran to the bathroom and purged over the toilet. Nothing came out as expected. I laid my head on the toilet frame, looking down into the empty toilet. I realized I was half naked. Flashing memories from last night came to sight. "Fuck me", I thought. I hid my face in my hands, embarrassed.

I ran back to bed under the covers. Deangelo opened the door and threw in some clothes "get dressed" he said. I opened my mouth to respond, but he had already closed the door. Rude.

What am I supposed to do with these? They're way too big, but what choice did I have? I put on the oversized shirt and a pair of long shorts. I walked out of the room smelling egg and bacon. Is he cooking? He turned around when I came and looked me up and down. "We're going to a business meeting later, I'll have to get you some new clothes", he said. "You can't really wear that for the mall, can you? Actually, I think my sister left some clothes here, a while ago.", Deangelo mumbled as he walked away. He came back and handed me a grey suit. "Change",  Deangelo said intimidating. "I, um, here? I can't y", I mumbled. "In, your room", Dean answered, pointing at the door behind me. "Yes, yes of course", I said as I jogged to the bedroom. I washed my face and surprisingly there was a toothbrush there. I brushed my pearly white teeth and got dressed.  As I put on the suit, I noticed it was a little big. Of course, it's too big. My hands were buried in the long sleeves. I walked out to Deangelo disappointed, he let out a quiet laugh, before he approached me. Dean walked so close our feet were touching, he then folded the sleeves, so my hands were visible. My whole body started to tingle, by his touch. I backed off and locked down at myself, little 5.3 me. Deangelo handed me a blue credit card. "I can go shopping?" I asked. "You're not going alone, you will have 2 guards with always", he mumbled. I rolled my eyes and jumped up on the kitchen counter.

I noticed he was making eggs, so I took one and hatched it into the pan. We both stayed silent.