50.
Amelia's POV.
I ran off to my room, shutting the door behind me. My knees felt weak and I held them as I slipped down slowly to the floor.
When would I stop being a fool? I mean nothing to Alessandro, can't I just get that straight with?
I felt like I was cursed, cursed to be unloved. I was just so pathetic and my life was full of torments upon torments.
A pitiful soul, that's what I am. It's fine, I won't ask him anymore. Not any more.
Fuck!
I should just accept things the way they were; I'm nothing to Alessandro but his sex toy and his cum dump just as those girls had said.
I stood up and ran my fingers through my hair, sighing.
Fuck you, Alessandro. This was just the end; the end of my feelings for you.
Love shouldn't be begged for; it should be something genuine, something deep and from the bottom of the heart, the depth of one's soul. Unconditional and pure.
But Alessandro says love breaks. I could say he was right about that. My love for Julian broke me and led me into this mess.
But on the other hand, I felt like Alessandro was just trying to push me off and make use of his words to put off the fire of passion for him, burning within me.
He sounded hurt..his eyes were heavy and his words were heavy too. Something seemed off, did he say that because he just wants to push me off or someone has hurt him so badly and he doesn't want to fall into the same trap again.
Love is a trap, I should get that into my skull. But why do I keep getting drawn to Alessandro?
Why did the thoughts of him seem to grip my heart with full force. Why does he make me spill into a world of love and erotic desires in an extraordinary way?
"Why do your eyes look so red?" Vivianne asked the next morning as I served her breakfast. The truth was, I cried overnight as I just couldn't overcome the pain of betrayal Alessandro had caused me.
I shook my head and put on a plastic smile that didn't reach my eyes. "It's nothing, Anne. Enjoy your meal while I get you a drink."
"Why don't you sit with me and let's eat together?" Vivianne said as I came back with her drink and my mouth hung in surprise..
Did she just...did she just tell me to sit with her?
Lord, what a miracle!
"S..sure." I nodded with a small smile and say opposite her.
"W...what? Do you need anything?" I asked as Vivianne's gaze was fixed on me.
"I didn't call you here to sulk. Get yourself a plate and serve yourself some food, Amelia." She said in the same commanding tone as always and I hesitantly stood up and served some food as she had said.
"Did someone hurt you? Is it your boyfriend? You caught him cheating on you?" Vivianne asked, breaking the silence and I paused and looked up.
Why did she know so much? Why did she have so much knowledge about relationships and heartbreak?
"No, Anne." I declined, nodding the negative. "I don't have a boyfriend and..and nobody broke my heart."
"Is it...that scumbag, Alessandro?"
I gasped, stunned for a moment. "N..no." I lied through my teeth again.
"What relationship is between the two of you? Are you one of his sex toys?"
I choked on my food and quickly gulp down some water.
"Vivianne!" I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "You're still young to know anything about such."
"Are you...one of them?" She pressed and I'm forced to lie again even though I want to pour out the whole of my heart and tell her how much of a scumbag her uncle was. But Vivianne was just too young for that.
"Have you ever wondered why I'm... I'm always a ring all nasty and rude? Do you know why I said the other time that you and Alessandro remind me of my scars?"
"Vivianne…" my voice came low almost as a whisper. "you're crying!" I quickly stood up and tried to dab her tears with an handkerchief but she didn't allow me.
"It all started when my mom married this... this mysterious man." She began and I slowly sat down, listening to her as she spoke.
"Nobody from mom's family wanted her to get married to some random guy. But mom was all lovey-dovey, clouded by lies and deceit." She chuckled. "I thought I had found a wonderful dad, I...I thought mom was lucky with this one and he wouldn't be like the man who scammed her and went away with a lot of fortune. T... that..man who jilted my mom w...was my father."
"She remarried?" I asked, my curious piqued and Vivianne nodded.
"Yes, mom...never learns. According to her, she doesn't like mafia men but simple guys. But the problem is, they end up breaking her heart but she doesn't learn! They cheat on her, break the law of marriage yet she remains so stupid...and... I feel so pained.
Mom thinks I don't want her to have a love life. She doesn't get the law of unconditional love, she just stays anywhere she feels comfortable; with whom makes her feel special even if it's for a moment."
These words reminded me of my own pain. Could this be the case for me?
Am I falling wrongly for Alessandro? Do I feel drawn to him because of his fucking skills, because he makes me feel good down between my legs.
Because he makes my pussy throb or because I'm so desperate to be pampered by love and I'm choosing wrongly?
"She abandons me even when I need her. She's away with her lover and doesn't even bother to know how I feel, what I yearn for. I..I .just want happiness for mom. She's….. she's too naive!"
Tension lingered in the air with my heart thumping loudly in my chest.
Could it be the same for me too. Was I so ignorant that I don't know what I really wanted?
Many questions ran through my mind and just then Alessandro walked in.
I jumped from my seat when my eyes fell on him. The moment my eyes locked with his, I felt my heart skip a beat once more.
Why did I always feel this way and why do I have to feel love towards Alessandro?