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I'm going to kill Vitali Cristiano with my bare hands.
By, the time I had ambled home I was seething red, the blistering rage kept me fuming by the time I reached my apartment door. My brown eyes livid at the sight of a tiny black box with a lovely red bow tied across it. I ripped the lid off the box to find a black karate belt, with a lethargic roll of my eyes I read the note attached.
I hope you reached home safe, My little Ninja - Vitali Cristiano
Okay, Vitali was being childlike he'd obviously figured out that I indeed do suck at karate. I didn't need one more vigilant reminder of him, broken heels and a shattered dignity. Was enough. I felt used and slightly unpleasant with myself, Vitali had a dirty way of getting under your skin.
I discreetly slid out the spare key, that I had kept hidden in a flower vase outside my apartment. Hiding it under welcome mat where a little cliche for my taste. The stubborn lock finally sneered open and allowed me into the apartment I shared with Nicki.
I peeked through the slightly jared door, checking if foreign boy had followed me home. After, double checking the hallway I slammed the door closed and stammered off into my bedroom. Kicking off my heels and plopped into my comfy, plushy bed I had chosen out myself.
"Oh crap," I murmured into the flower scented bed spread, picking up my purse from wherever I dashed it on the ground and plugged my phone in to charge.
There.
I didn't have a class tomorrow, so that meant the day off and I wasn't expected at work tomorrow either. Yes, to a beautiful tomorrow. Who was Vitali Cristiano? No one. I pulled the covers over my body, stretching a few times but a dreadful feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! I seethed with rage as my phone continued to vibrate on charge, I mentally groaned before I peeled myself out of bed.
"Hello, darling!" She beamed as I answered the phone with a sour look, mother. "I hope you weren't sleeping, Isobel. You do plan on getting married some day, right? Nobody, will ever marry you darling if you can't even wake up early." My mother bickered over the phone, skipping the small talk and jumping straight into a lecture.
Don't worry mother, my husband won't be a morning commuter.
"Okay," I yawned softly, rubbing the tiredness from my eyes. "Did you want something?" I questioned dearly, attempting to rid myself of her.
"Isobel," she screeched loudly, huffing over the line. "Is that any way to talk to the woman that brought you into this world? That sacrificed her precious body to push an ill mannered child out?" She demanded. "No."
"Sorry, mother."
"I don't want to sound like a nagger, but your brother is returning home in a month." She explained in a matter of fact tone, I could almost taste the bitterness in her tone when she said brother. "Your father has decided to throw him a welcome back party, you know Conrad."
I didn't take a liking to how my mother spoke so lowly of him, after the trial was over and Alden had been convicted on all counts of battery, and attempted murder, failure to report a robbery in process. Mother hadn't even called him or payed him a visit since he was arrested six years ago.
Dad was utterly convinced that his only son was innocent, while mom had brushed any trace of Alden under the carpet. Family dinners, had become what I dreaded most awkward small talk and deadly silent after we ran out of things to talk about.
"Your father and I would love it if you could join us for such a special event, Isobel."
"I would love to mother," I reckon happily, ignoring my mothers exaggerated sigh before we bid our goodbyes and ended the call. I was no longer sleepy, my blood boiled with anger.
How could you disown your own child? No matter, how wrong one was how can you completely pretend that they don't exist. I truly hoped that her, I don't know who Alden Bastiano is, was just a façade and just that, not another window to my mothers cold broken heart.
I stripped out of my fitted black dress that halted a few inches above my knee, the black Christian Louboutin's I had purchased with my own money had broken and was left deserted in some ally way. Again, fuck you Vitali Cristiano! I prowled into my ensuite bathroom wearing only a pair of black thongs and a matching strapless bra.
After my prolonged shower, I slipped into a grey sweater, matched with black leggings and a messy bun I made my way to the kitchen. I thwarted in my tracks when I heard laughing coming from the kitchen, shit.
"Yum, that's fucking delicious! You just have to leave me the recipe, babe along with your phone number!" I heard Nicki exclaim with a contagious smile to match her always happy mood.
"I have a few suggestions as to where I could write it, Dolcezza." Her new boy toy suggested in a flirty tone, his accent wasn't as thick as Vitali or as sexy, but panties could wet from hearing this man talk.
Before Nicki could reply, I strolled into the kitchen grabbing an apple, watching their shocked eyes. Nicki recovered quickly, big blue eyes lighting up with excitement. She had her legs spread wide open and the blonde from last night was clammed between her thighs.
"Hey, don't stop on my account this is like free porn," I retorted with an evil smirk.
"Isobel," Nicki protested with a faint grin. "I'd like you to meet Dmitri Rocca; Dmitri this is Isobel." She introduced slyly, slinging a hand over his shoulders and pulling him into another kiss.
"I'm still here," I coughed hoping to catch their attention. Nicki smirked over her shoulders, she knew. I decided to do something productive, rather than watch my friend stick her tongue down a strangers throat. "Bye."
"Excuse our lack of manners, but please do stay and eat something," Dmitri urged inspecting my face. I glanced over his shoulder at the counter of food he had prepared.
"You made a strong argument, Dmitri." I stressed picking up all the cookies and raspberry tarts, shoving a few brownies in my mouth and stacked some on a plate before I side stepped him. "Thanks," I say, but it came out jungled from the brownies I had secured in my mouth.
I waltzed back into my room, locking the door behind me and placed the plate of desserts on my computer table before picking up my laptop, and opening Netflix and began munching on my food eyeing the delicious treats I placed beside me.
I noisily stuffed my face with food as I watched reruns of my favourite t.v shows. Unfortunately, for me my phone vibrated again making that obnoxious beeping sound. It wasn't Nicki because she's out there flirting with Dmitri and my mother had already antagonized me.
I raised a confused brow, the caller ID was blocked. I reluctantly, and with utter caution accepted the call. I brought the phone to my ear, pining it between my shoulder and my ears.
"Hey," I answer as soon as the line connected on the other end. Whomever, it was didn't sputter a single word. "Who is this?" I asked a little louder.
"You truly, Amore bring truth to the fact that America is filled with idiots. Do you always answer blocked callers?" Vitali, taunted in his thick European accent. "Idiot."
"I won't even waste my time asking how you have my number, or why you're even calling me but I have one request for you, foreign boy go away." I warned Vitali bitterly, I was about to hang up on the dumbass but he seemed to have read my mind from wherever he was lurking.
"I'm sorry, Mio Amore." He apologized so sweetly, they're right the devil does have the sweetest tongue.
"You aren't sorry, Vitali." I reply, abandoning the latest episode of pretty little liars to talk to my favourite liar of them all, Vitali.
"Okay, I'm a bugiardo babe," he said politely, his tone turning deadly at the end. "I'm a big fat fucking liar, Mio Amore, kinda like my cock." He says in a taunting tone, I could almost picture Vitali's infamous, self assured grin just from the way his heavy accent pronounced cock.
"Okay?"
"Did you reach home safe?" He asked afterward as if he cared.
"Fantastically, I was almost raped and someone asked if I wanted to see the sausage, Vitali! It was fan fucking amazing! I'm sure you had a rather comfortable night right? Enjoy a bed buddy recently?"
"Amore, it was really a yes or no question." Vitali clarified in a tone that clearly meant, you're an idiot Amore. "What is a bed buddy?"
I nearly spat out the raspberry tart I was eating, who's the idiot now? I couldn't help but stifle a smile as I prepared to explain to him what a bed buddy was. I will remember this moment with great joy, well, as long as he's in my life.
"I can't believe you don't know what a bed buddy is, Vit. You seem to have so much of them and yet you don't know the urban dictionary definition of a mistress." I chided with a cynical laugh, I couldn't help the irony that bad boy Vitali Cristiano could be so stupid.
"Oh," he said. "Somewhat like you Amore?" He chuckled softly, my face turning red, as steam clogged through my ear.
"Go fuck yourself-"
"Why would I do that when I have you?" Vitali tossed back like the cocky, little devil he was.
"Why, can't you just go back to hell?" I questioned annoyed. "I think the devil misses you?"
"I am the devil, Mio Amore."
"Did you want something, Vitali?" I asked after our long silence, I've never liked the awkwardness that cloaked the air. Suffocating with awkwardness was strange, especially since I was talking to Vitali. "By the way, where are you from?"
"Italy, Amore."
"I like how you talk," I thought quietly but when I heard him chuckle I knew I said that out loud. "Ignore that I still don't like you, Vitali."
"I bet I could make you come and come again just by talking," he uttered in a husky voice. "Yes?"
Fuck yeah, foreign boy!
"No. You're not all that pretty boy, I've seen much better," I declared boldly.
"I'm not surprised, Amore, you could kick ass with your amazing karate skills." He mocked emphatically as he erupted with laughter, I sighed loudly."Could you kick my ass, Amore? Nothing would turn me on more."
"Goodbye, Vitali."
Because, Vitali had a way of changing my mind I hung up quickly. I wander what else he could change my mind on? I flicked my tongue out to wipe my chapped lips, I placed my phone and laptop on my computer desk and decided to take advantage of having nothing to do.
Alden was coming home by the end of the month, I didn't even want to think about the studying I should have been doing right now. College sucked half of the time.
Why, couldn't I be a light sleeper? There could be a possible war being fought outside and I'd be asleep, someone could be shouting and I'd still be dead asleep, I promise.
Now, you're all probably wondering why I'm awake, if I've just exaggerated the heavy sleeper I am. Maybe, it was the sweet smell of coffee, the tingling in my left butt cheek or maybe it was the soft chuckle that sent moisture to my core. Have your pick ladies and gentlemen.
But in break-necking speed the flower scented bed spread was flying in the air, as I jumped to my feet. I tiptoed to the kitchen hoping it was Dmitri and Nicki, but what I walked in on made my insides shrivel.
Vitali.
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