𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 | ✓

Chapter Sixty Five - Amelia's POV

"She's been at my house for two weeks, Vincenzo. Just talk to her." I beg him.

He ignores me completely and continues writing down things on the sheet of paper on his desk. "Did I mention she's started stripping?" I add which grabs his attention.

"The same strip club she met Francesco?" He asks, dropping his pen and picking up his phone, sliding it in his pocket.

"Yes. I'm worried about her. She's drinking and is throwing up a lot. Can you please apologize to her and ask her to go live with you?" I beg.

"I'm not apologizing for something I didn't do." He walks past me and exits his office leaving me to follow him.

"This is your fault. You screwed Claire behind her back and you're playing the victim? And now her boyfriend is having a child with the person she hates the most!" I yell at him.

He doesn't talk until we get outside and he holds the passenger door for me for his car.

Once he gets in he starts the car and starts driving. "I didn't go the whole way with her if you wanted to know. I was just upset that day because Luca passed away and I was losing hope." He explains in a sigh.

"That's fine if you're upset but you had no right to screw her over." I pout facing outside the window to admire the night sky. "She wants to become a full-time stripper," I whisper.

"It's fine. I'll take her back home."

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Arabella's POV

I swing around the pole as men cheer my alter ego's name. I smirk as I watch them cheer for me. I guess I love attention and the feeling that I'm being loved.

My nausea kicks in and I quickly slide down the poll one more time before slowly exiting the stage so I could look sexy. I didn't even wait for the music to be over. I just wanted to get out of there.

I run to the dressing room and rush into the bathroom ignoring everyone's concerns. I began throwing up, but not as bad as this morning. "Shit," I mumble realizing I got a little on the floor.

I hear a knock on the bathroom door. "Occupied." I slur out. Alcohol is a bitch. I didn't even take that much.

"Arabella, open the door. Someone's here to see you." Amelia's voice informs.

I groan getting up from the bathroom floor and slowly opening it to see Vincenzo's tall figure. "What?"

"You look horrible." He says trying to open the door but I try my best to push it closed.

"Thanks, can you please go now?" I ask but trip over my legs onto his body.

"What are you wearing?" He groans helping me stand properly.

I push him away from me and realize the room was empty. "Where's everyone?"

"I told them to leave. Could you please wear something over that?" He begs.

"Why don't you like it? Is it because it isn't Claire's body?" I retort fixing my hair in the mirror.

He walks towards me and throws his arms around my waist. "Don't talk like that, piccola." He whispers, placing kisses on my neck.

"Don't do that. I don't want you to do that to me anymore. Stop acting as if you care about me." I say looking at us in the mirror.

"But I do care about you, and I know you care about me." He responds.

"I don't," I lie. "I've never cared about you."

"Even when we had sex?"

"Yes. It was horrible. I hated every second of it." I continue to lie just so he'd leave me alone.

"Then why were you so wet for me?" He smirks.

"Because I was thinking of Francesco as you were screwing me. I had to or I wouldn't get wet. And I didn't want to hurt your feelings. And guess what, I kissed Francesco because I was attracted to him." I lie even more and it was getting pretty obvious now.

He rolls his eyes and bends me over harshly ripping my panties off and throwing them on the floor. "Are you thinking of Francesco now, because you're pretty damn wet, Arabella?"

"I'm not." I protest, but his finger going in and out of my vagina was proof of how turned on I was.

He puts his finger in my mouth. "Yeah, you're not wet." He says, smacking my ass.

"Don't do that." I whine trying to stop myself from crying.

He slowly pulls down his pants and harshly pushes his dick into my tight pussy. My walls couldn't take how big he was in there. I'm sure he's going to cause some permanent damage.

"You're hurting me, Vincenzo." I gasp all while moaning.

"At least I know you haven't been screwing anyone else. If you were I would have killed him." He groans.

"Stop!" I yell. "I don't want you doing this. It's fine when you hook up with other women but the thought of me being with another guy pisses you off? If that's the kind of relationship you want then stop fucking me."

He pulls out of me and groans but not because of pleasure. "If you don't want me, Arabella, then walk out that door." He sighs, taking off his jacket.

My legs stay glued to the ground. He may be toxic for me but I sure as hell wanted him. "I don't want someone who cheats on me while I'm going to be in a coma." I exclaim.

"If you were in my position you'd be depressed as well! What was I supposed to do? My parents are dead, my siblings are gone, my best friend passed away and Aurora has cancer! How do you think this would impact me? I did it because of Aurora and Luca. I was starting to lose hope in us." He bellows resting on the white couch.

I begin to soften hearing what he'd just been through.

"And Claire can't be pregnant with my child because I didn't cum in her. I didn't cum at all that night. I told her I couldn't do that to you and I left. She's still lying about the pregnancy." He whispers.

I went next to him and hug him as he cried on my shoulder. "Arabella, you're the only family I'll have left in this world once Aurora leaves. I don't want Aurora to leave." He cries.

"Whether or not Aurora makes it I'm going to be here for you even if you fuck up all the time." I chuckle through tears.

"I don't think you fully understand how much I love you."

I hold his hand. "I'm sure you love me." I smile trying to convince myself he did love me.

"I honestly do. I want to prove it to you." He says facing me. "But do you love me? I understand if you don't."

"I love you, Vincenzo. As long as I get some pants, we can get out of this shithole."

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