52.
Amelia's POV
"Here's your…." My words got stuck in my throat when I found Alessandro lying on the floor in his room, wasted and crazily drunk.
After that night when he left my question hanging and smartly found a way to make love to me, I have been avoiding him just as recently.
This afternoon, I was here to serve his favourite champagne as he had instructed to be done every afternoon. But here he was, drunk to the core!
What has come over him lately? Yes, he drinks but doesn't drink to stupors and lose balance like this?
"Alessandro, what's wrong with you." I half scolded him, pulling him up to lay on my lap. "You're so drunk, what the hell is wrong with you?"
He has eye bags, dark circles and he even reek of alcohol and sweat. I bet he has been spending most of his time sulking.
B..but.. I don't really know why?
"R... Regina." He croaked, his palm grazing my right cheek.
Regina? He does think I'm Regina?
"What have you done to me?" He cried, his tears flowing down freely. "what have I done to deserve such betrayal and heartbreak from you?"
I frowned, hearing his words. I have never seen Alessandro cry, not once but he was doing this because of that bitch!
Now, this explains why he has been all moody and wasted. Regina broke his heart?
Th... that slut! After some much love he had shown her. With the little time I've seen them play lovey Dovey, I could say Alessandro loved her a lot even though he goes around sucking girls' pussies.
"Do you think I can ever heal….heal from this devastating...shit.." he but his lips, sniffing. "I don't know what else to say. J... just come back to you, I don't care about whatever you've done. We can start a fresh, open a new page."
Like seriously? He was willing to do all of his despite all that vixen had done?
He was willing to forgive her, forget about the past? Yet, he couldn't even overlook a simple mistake I did; the freaking mistake that led me into this mess— falling for the man who held me captive.
"Alessandro, is this how vulnerable you are?" I asked, scoffing. "You want to do all of this for her and yet you treat me like garbage? Can I ever mean anything to you except your cum dump? Your sex slave?"
I didn't know when I went emotional and tears started dropping from my eyes.
"R...Regina, you've never been my cum dump, La Rosa." Alessandro shook his head, sitting up now, his eyebrows furrowed. "You are my love. Remember our love story began from highschool. Are you going to leave me when we've come this far, amoretto?"
Crap! That's... that's my name! Alessandro that's the pet name you gave me, how dare you address somebody else with m..my special name?
I bit my lower lips until I felt blood prickling out. How many times was he going to hurt me until he becomes satisfied?
How many times would he keep stabbing me on the heart?!
"Regina!" Alessandro shouted when I stood up to leave. He staggered up and pulled my arm, making me face him.
"A..are you gonna leave me again?" He said, his voice raspy.
I pushed him away and moved to the bathroom, getting a bowl of water. I poured it over his head and immediately he sprang up, rubbing the drowsiness off his eyes.
I scoffed, tossing the bowl away. "Do you see me now? Uh? This is Amelia, your sex slave and not fucking Regina!"
"F.. fuck!" He ran his fingers through his hair and fell on the bed, his eyes facing the ceiling. He cast a hard glare at me and pointed at the door.
"Get out!" He screamed and I ran out of his room in tears.
At evening, while I was walking to the living room. I blacked out, thinking about how awful my day has been today.
The number of times Alessandro kept on hurting me was breaking me. Could I get enough of this? All of the heartbreaks?
"Mm mm." I turned around to see Alessandro standing behind me, his arms folded across his chest.
"What do you want?" I asked, trying to best not to keep eye contact with him.
The moment I said those words, he grabbed my arm roughly and slammed my back on the wall.
"Who do you think you are talking to, you slut!" He yelled and I balled my fists, summoning all the self control not to slap him hard on the face.
"You know, I think I've been so lenient with you and you've obviously thought that you have the right to speak to me without respect, isn't it?" He seethed, fuming in anger.
"I. .I ..leave me alone! Let me go!" I choked, struggling to break from his tight grip.
"Everything you heard in there...just believe it was all a façade. I wasn't the one speaking but the fool within me." He hissed. "I love no woman and if you think I'm vulnerable and easily affected then I'd be glad to tell you that it's all in your head.
A mirage; that's what it is. Something unreal and only your imagination." He explained, his voice dripping with disdain.
All his words, I knew it was a lie. A total blatant lie. He was indeed vulnerable and I know perfectly that he was just trying to prove that he was perfect which he wasn't.
He was just trying to keep to conceal the fact that he was has a weak part of him.
He wasn't all strong but he wanted to give an impression. I knew he was ruthless, cruel and unforgiving.
What else did he want me to know?
"You're a beast, Alessandro DeMarco!" I growled as he yanked me away. "Your love life is just so pathetic, can you just accept that fact?" I spat on his face as he bent before me.
I watched him chuckle, bis6 chest heaving up and down in anger.
"What about…." He paused, tucking some strands of my hair away. "What about you spend some days in the dungeon; dark and lonely for sharp mouthed sluts like you!"