90.
Amelia's POV
Vesper joined me at the garden where we usually talk now since I couldn't bring her into Alessandro's room.
She had always wore a smile ever since I caught her having a hot sex with Gianni. I wondered why because she had refused to tell me and kept me on my toes.
"Are you still going to keep it from me? What's the reason behind that smile?" I asked and she smiled more, hiding her face in her palms.
"Are you shy?" I chuckled and she shook her head.
"No, I'm just emotional." She replied and wiped a tear away from her eye. Her eyes moved down to her tummy and she placed her hands on it. "Gianni now admits that he's the fatter of the unborn child. Even though he knows this, he has just kept been a asshole because he wasn't ready for be a father."
"And now?" I asked and she looked at me.
"He is and I'm happy."
"Wow, that's good news. He didn't have to put you through all those stress and tears though. You should spank him for that." I said and Vesper pouted.
"I should. I cried a whole lot." She admitted and we both laughed. "You should thank Alessandro on my behalf too."
When she mentioned his name, the smile on my face faltered but Vesper didn't notice this.
My fists tightened beside me as the thoughts of him rushed into my mind. I hate that guy.
"What did he do?"
"Well, a lot." Vesper shrugged. "Gianni told me he was the one who advised him to take the child and I'm grateful for that."
I squinted my brows, wondering if she was actually telling the truth. "Uh, he did?"
"Yeah." Vesper confirmed, "Gianni wouldn't lie about that. Would he?"
"Oh…." I nodded, giving her a fake smile. "That's.. that's totally fine." He made other people's relationships work but didn't plan to start his.
Jerk!
"So what plans do you guys have?" I asked, nudging her side playfully. "Are you still going to remain here until you give birth?"
Vesper sighed, the bright smile on her face replaced with a pale one.
"We're yet to speak about that yet but I don't want to push it. I'd wait until he brings up the topic."
I took Vesper's hands in mine, caressing her palm softly. "Don't worry. I believe your relationship with Gianni is going to work. Don't take in much stress. Eat good food and don't skip your antenatal sessions." I advised and we both laughed.
Vesper's smile was infectious. I joined in. I was really happy for her. At least she was pregnant for someone responsible I think. I didn't want to ever get pregnant for Alessandro, not when we were always at each other's neck.
Not when he was feeling insecure and wasn't ready to start anything. He wouldn't want that too and I didn't want to give for abortion.
It was wrong and illegal. I had bad grades at looking after my own self so I had better not bring someone else into my messed up life.
Some minutes later, Gianni came for his girlfriend and I was left alone. Vivianne had returned to the US too with her mom and damn! I was lonely again.
I spent the rest of the day staring into the thin space. Everything felt blank, everywhere.
My life all along. I haven't heard anything from Ms Manhattan ever since and I was really worried.
"You like this place so much, don't you?" I jumped when I heard the familiar voice behind me. I didn't turn back, I just sighed.
"You almost killed me." I rolled my eyes at him and he shrugged.
"Well you're still alive, so no worries." He chuckled, making me scoff.
"Don't you dare try to act like we don't have an unfinished discussion, Alessandro?"
He inhaled, taking in the nice scent of the garden. "I'll pretend you didn't just beg me two days ago to fuck you until you go crippled."
I blinked, trying to make sense of what he had said. "W...when did I ever mention that? I never wanted you to get your cock between my legs in the first place? You made me fall. You shouldn't have slipped your fingers into me or...or latched on my n... nipples." I bit my teeth, regretting how much I had made him have control over me.
"It's quite nice that I know your weakness, baby girl. Isn't it?" A smirk crawled up his lips and a dry chuckle followed. I rolled my eyes at him.
I hate him.
"What about I take you to somewhere more cool than this... place?"
I turned down his offer immediately. I knew what he was trying to do. He just wanted to fuck me again.
"What place could be nicer than here, uh? Your room, on your bed with the lights turned off?"
He kept quiet, looking at me as I rambled on. I didn't care. Today, I wasn't going to fall for any of his tactics, even if he stripped himself naked and made me watch him as he fondled his cock.
"Don't judge until you're there, honey pie." He said and I had had enough.
I stood up, my hands on my waist. "What's up with the sweet words? Why do you need my company all of a a sudden? You've been in your study room for a million years, treating me like I don't even exist. How do you think I'd feel? You don't even let me go out of this place. Ah." I shook my head as I runned my temples. "I guess I'm just your prisoner."
Gosh. I wiped the sweats that formed on my forehead. What had come over me?
"W...what are you doing?" I asked like a clueless rabbit when he scooped me in his arms like a princess and walked away. I bit my lower lip nervously as his eyes were on nowhere but my face.
Hell, these green eyes. I…. love them. And his thin lips…. He looked just like angel Rafael, the one rumoured to be the most handsome angel in heaven.
I wanted to touch his face but I quickly restrained myself from doing anything stupid.
God, here I go again.