Love or lust? || 365 days

~22~

(Cordelia's POV)

It's been a week since Massimo and I were at the beach.

Everything was fine in the beginning. We went to have lunch together in a restaurant one day and were more together in general.

But now that it has been a week it happened again...

I'm like a ghost to him. I try to talk to him but he ignores me or just says we are gonna talk later but at the end of the day we never will.

Massimo took Laura to dinner the other night. She told me she didn't want to. I believe her. But if Massimo wants something he gets it.

I have just been thinking... what was it to him what happened between us on the beach?

To me it meant the world. It gave me hope that maybe whatever this is between us It's not completely doomed.

And then he took Laura to dinner. After the dinner was over and they came back Laura came straight to me apologized and explained that she didn't want that. She didn't want to be with him.

And as if things weren't going badly enough, Ziva has been around a lot more and I think she has become even more of a bitch every time she comes. Diego is completely oblivious to that. I don't know what I have ever done to her so she would act this way towards me.

I have spent a lot of time with Matteo and Laura trying to clear my mind off of Massimo. But it wasn't easy when you live in the same house.

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Today we are flying to the other side of Italy to take care of some business.

I packed my bags and met Laura at the front door where she was already standing with her suitcase and smaller handbag not looking too happy.

"Tell me again why did I have to come with you all?" Laura asked, annoyed.

"Massimo wanted to have you there. And that way he could also keep an eye on you." I explained.

"I'm twenty nine. I don't need a fucking babysitter."

"I know." I nodded.

"Are you girls ready?" Diego and Matteo walked up to us.

"Neither of us don't want to go." I sighed and rested my head on Matteo's shoulder.

"It's going to be fine." Matteo placed a kiss on top of my head.

"We should leave and go to the car." Diego said and we walked out of the door.

There were two black cars waiting with drivers. We left our luggages for them to place in the trunks of the cars and got inside.

Me, Laura and Matteo to the other and Diego to the other where Massimo and Domenico were already.

The driver drove us to the airport where Massimo's plane was already waiting for us. Me and Laura walked the stairs up first and took a seat but when we saw that Massimo sat in front of us we both stood up and changed seats. Massimo was ready to order us back to the seats but Matteo sat in front of him and shook his head. I saw Massimo grit his teeth angrily and then order a glass of whiskey.

Laura and I chuckled quietly and relaxed on our seats. We had talked last night and agreed that we would not do anything that Massimo would want us to do just to annoy him more for being such an asshole lately. Even more than he usually is and that says a lot.

The stewardess brought us glasses of champagne with a strawberry floating in it. We made a toast together and relaxed, making small talk when the plane took off.

Maybe this trip wasn't going to be that bad after all.

Oh but it was. What I didn't know was that this trip would change my whole life.