Mr Artist!!

The morning after...

Miguel Endrizzi

Bright rays of the sun were once again trying to burn my eyelids. Didn't I put blinds on every window of my home? How the heck is the sun bothering me now?! Must be that bastard Everett! Oh, I'm so gonna kick his ass! I tried to get up to kick that bastard but there was something heavy trapping me to the bed. The nerve of this twerp! He dares to sleep on my bed after disturbing my beauty sleep! But the person lying next to me wasn't my dear best friend. It was a very naked stranger. Romero Valentino to be precise. Bloody shit!!

And what happened next was pretty cliché but instinctive.

I scream like a banshee and pushed Romero away from myself making him fall off the bed in the process. Oops...

"che diavolo?!" groaned Romero. What the heck he was trying to say? After a few more groans and curses in that strange language, he got up and began to walk to my side of the bed. Oh, bloody hell no! I don't want a replay of that day. I hid under the covers, my body sure was trembling.

"This is not the way I expected you would greet me...Ragazzino," said Romero in that sexy morning voice as he yanked the covers off my body making me whimper and bury myself further into the mattress.

"I very much like seeing you whimper but only when you're under me, begging for pleasure...So no need to fear. I won't bite....but may pounce on you if you keep looking that delectable." he whispered while softly nipping my ear. Has he got no shame?!

"S-SHAME...LESS!" I shrieked pushing him away from my poor ear making him burst into fits of laughter. I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"Carino" he mumbled softly. What the heck was he trying to say?

"W-What?" I asked softly from under the covers that gratefully hid my flustered face from this sexy demon above me.

"Nothing. Now get up. I'm sure you're hungry after that eventful night, cause I sure am..." said Romero as he pulled on some sweats and walked in the door on the right side. With him gone, I decided it was time to get up and flee. I mean that's what we do in a one-night stand or random hookups. The searing pain in my butt made it quite hard but I somehow managed to gather my clothes thrown across the room. I was about to put my shirt back on when the voice of the sexy devil stopped me.

"Don't think of running away cause we need to talk." Is this guy a ghost? I didn't even hear him coming!

"I got the bathe ready for you. Relax and wash yourself up and then meet me downstairs for breakfast... As for clothes...I'm sure you can find something from my closet right there." He said pointing towards a door opposite to the one he came out from.

"Now off you go. I'll be waiting for you downstairs." And with that, he was gone. What the heck does he want to talk about? And why do I have a bad feeling about it?

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Romero Valentino

This morning when I woke up, there was a body-hugging me close. Maybe this bitch wanted money for last night was the first thought that came into my mind. The gold-digging bitches! I was about to shake her off me when the person pulled me closer and I came to realize that it wasn't a girl I had slept with, it was a guy... Miguel Endrizzi to be exact.

Oh, fuck!

Means that I wasn't intoxicated last night. It was Miguel. And then came the realization of the truth I discovered last night.

It would be a lie if I said that I wasn't shocked to find it was Miguel Endrizzi with whom I spent my last night. What the heck was he even doing at that kind of place? Was he there with someone? A date? A boyfriend maybe? Thinking about him being with somebody else makes my blood boil. But the question that was driving me crazy was, why did he lie about not being able to speak? Just why? Fame? Money? Or is there a reason behind it? I need some answers and I need them desperately.

The rational part of me wanted to jerk him awake but the other part of me wanted to admire him a little more... And in the end the irrational part won and I was once again dragged away to dreamland with thousands of questions plaguing my mind but my heart was somehow at peace... I don't know why.

And the next time I was greeted with a kick and shriek. What a way to start the morning! I wanted to kill the person who did this but the scared lump under the covers made all my anger vanish. I wanted to tease him to no end. The blush. The cute stutter. All of it was damn adorable. But there were things far more important than messing around with him and they needed to be done first.

I just hope things don't get ugly...

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Miguel Endrizzi

The smell of freshly brewed coffee was what greeted me when I walked downstairs. Following the scent, I was hit by many other delicious smells making my stomach growl.

"Looks like you need some breakfast..." I heard Romero's voice and what a shocking sight it was! The Romero Valentino was cooking, wearing a pink apron! It was so damn hard to control my laughter. I ducked my head to hide my amused face.

"Sit. I'll plate some for you," he said pointing at the barstool near the kitchen counter.

Breakfast was a silent affair. The food was too damn delicious to lift my head from the plate. I was munching on my bacon when Romero asked me a question I dreaded to answer.

"Why do you act like you're mute when you are not Miguel?"

Oh shit! Why the fuck am I so clumsy and careless?! I should've been more careful! I'm sure that Romero wants to shout and yell at me right now... He wanted to be a friend and I just lied to him! I-

"Hey... Mig... calm down. I'm not angry or anything... Try and breathe with me. Listen to my voice and breathe." The warm embrace made me feel safe. Made me feel wanted. Just like Ma and Pa did.

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Romero Valentino

I didn't know that a mere question would trigger Miguel's panic attack. It was hard to calm him down but I managed.

Placing him on the sofa I tried to pull away but the soft whining from him made me stop. Nuzzling my neck, he buried his face in it and made himself more comfortable in my lap. Adorable, but needs to rest properly and for which he needs to let go of me.

"Mig... baby you need to rest properly.... why don't you try lying on the couch instead...hm?" I asked as I softly pulled his face from the crook of my neck earning a heartbreaking sob from him. Oh shit! Pushing his face back where it was, I whispered sweet nothingness in his ear, caressing his back all the while.

After half an hour of coaxing, he finally fell asleep but was stuck to me like a baby koala. Okay... looks like I'll be doing some weightlifting today but I still need some help and I know who exactly I need to call...

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