Love or lust? || 365 days

~31~

(Cordelia's POV)

Two days have gone by after what happened on the yacht and those two days haven't been easy. Ziva has stayed in the house for those two days and I have been staying in my room. I wasn't allowed to be in the sun because the burns were still healing so here I was laying on my bed, reading and applying that lotion on the burns over and over again.

There has been a lot of shouting and arguing in the house these past two days. Why? I don't know but Diego and Ziva are the ones shouting. Two whole days screaming from Ziva and shouting from Diego. I decided to stay in my room, I didn't want to get caught in the crossfire.

Now is the third day and that has been silent. But the silence was broken by a knock on my door. I got out of my bed and opened the door.

"Diego." I smiled at him.

"Can I come in?" He asked. He looked tired, both physically and mentally. I would be too if I've just been shouting and fighting for two days straight.

I nodded and he came to sit on my bed. I sat next to him.

"I broke up with her yesterday. I'm so so sorry 'Lia!" Diego turned to face me and hugged me tightly. "I did it immediately when I realized that it wasn't an accident but she did it. She's gone now. Massimo opened my eyes."

"You did the right thing." I hugged him back. "She isn't a good person."

"I wish I would have realized it sooner. She was causing pain to my family. I really thought she was the one."

"You were blinded by love or the idea of her and what life could be with her. I'm happy that she's gone now and you can have a breath of fresh air. New and fresher winds are coming." I smiled at him and then chuckled. "God, I sound like a therapist or one of those life coaches."

Diego laughed with me but then grew serious again.

"To be honest, the relationship between me and her hasn't been the best even before what happened. We got into some pretty nasty arguments over the smallest and stupidest things. We fought again that morning before going to the yacht."

"So she was releasing her anger on me after you two had been fighting."

Diego sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I guess so." He turned to look at my legs and chest where the burns were visible.

"Do they hurt a lot?"

I shook my head. "Not anymore. But it hurted like a bitch when it happened."

"I can believe it. Fuck I'm so sorry." He buried his face in his hands.

"It's not your fault. Guess what? We need a night off." I said placing my hand on Diego's shoulder. "We haven't gone out in a while."

"But what about your burns? Don't get me wrong I really need a few drinks right now but are you okay?"

"I was told not to be in the sun and it's late in the evening so it's not sunny anymore so I think we are good. The burns don't hurt when I walk or anything."

"Okay, we can go but if you start to feel uncomfortable or they start to hurt we are going back home."

"Okay big bro." I teased him.

Diego went to his room to get ready and got ready in mine. It didn't take long for me to be done so I went to tell Matteo that we would be leaving.

He was hesitant at first but then agreed. He was happy that we were spending time together again. Since when Diego and Ziva were together our time together got smaller and smaller.

Matteo let us go if we followed two rules. Neither of us getting black out drunk or too drunk in general and that we would get back home before one am. That was fine by us.

Diego and I arrived at the club and ordered drinks. We sat in one of the booths and just talked while drinking.

After I finished my drink I went to dance while Diego stayed and watched that I would be okay. I came back and we ordered our second drinks.

We had a good time together. We laughed, talked and drinked. Diego seemed to relax too.

After a bit I went to dance again. I danced but couldn't help but notice Diego suddenly being distracted. He was looking on the other side of the club. I tried to read his expression to see what was going on but his expression was hard to read.

I continued dancing but glanced at a clock over the bar seeing that it was time for us to go.

I walked off of the dance floor and sat beside Diego and took my purse from next to him.

"Diego. Diego let's go." I spoke when I saw that it was half past twelve. "Time to go back home."

But he didn't hear me. He was too focused on staring at some man on the other side of the club. He had blonde slightly curly hair that was styled into a man bun with few loose strings of hair hanging around his face, blue eyes, tanned skin, he had a short neatly trimmed beard and mustache and he was dressed in gray trousers and white loose shirt.

"Diego?" Now he snapped his head to look at me. "Let's go." I said again.

"Oh. Yeah sure." He answered. I saw him take one last glance at the man before walking next to me.

"So who was that?" I asked while walking out from the club beside him.

"Who?"

"That man you were looking at for almost twenty minutes straight?"

"Oh erm... I don't actually know." Diego shrugged.

"An old friend maybe?" I suggested. "Or trouble?"

"I don't know yet." Diego spoke still deep in thoughts.

"To be honest he didn't look like trouble. Or a bad guy. He looked nice." I spoke while walking.

Diego didn't answer.