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GABRIELLA'S POV:
I was in the bathtub taking a bubble bath when I received a call on my phone. I looked at the name and saw it was Mr. Lombardi. I talked to my Google Assistant. "Claire please ignore."
"OK Gabriella." She said and she obeyed.
I haven't picked any of his calls or replied to any of his messages. I wasn't ready to face him.
"Brra Ta Ta Ta!"
Ughhh!!
"They call me Megatron,
Just did a telethon."
"Should I answer Gabriella?" She robotically asked.
I hesitated a bit then spoke. "Yes and put it on speaker."
After a second, I heard his beautiful voice.
"Hello, Brie?.....are you there?"
I didn't say anything but just stared at the bubbles I was making.
"Brie? I can't see you, all I can see is the ceiling..."
Shit! He's Face timing me.
I quickly took it and cursed under my breath. Great my hands are soapy and wet, thank God this phone is water resistant.
"What do you want?" I snapped at him.
"Geez sorry this is a mistake, I wanted to call Brie, my Brie, and not snappy rude and distant Gabriella." He said then rolled his eyes.
"Andre-"
"Nuh-uh. Dré. Say it, Dré."
"I am not-"
Dré. Say it, D...."
I rolled my eyes. "D." I muttered.
"R."
"R."
"É."
"É."
"Dré."
"Dré." I murmured.
"That's my baby." He smiled.
"Don't call me baby." I warned.
"Awwww. But you loved it when I called you baby yesterday."
"Do not even speak about last night."
"Why not. I enjoyed last night."
"Oh I'm so surprised." I sarcastically said and rolled my eyes.
"Umm by the way, I'm in front of the gate of your mansion." He said nervously and I was enraged with fury.
"What the fuck?! Are you serious?!" That Bastard!
"Yeah I am." He turned around and showed me the gates.
"What the hell André?! What if my mom comes home along with my sister and who knows even Kim?!"
"You'll just have to hide me like they do in the movies." He winked at me.
She sighed. "I'm coming. Oh and thanks for ruining my bubble bath." I scoffed at him.
"I didn't ruin it, 'cause you know we can both take a bath together when you let me in." He said.
Perverter!
"Shut up." I said and cut the call immediately so he won't see my cheeks flaring up.
Too hideous. Too reddish. Two skimpy. Too church-ish. Too festive. Too conservative!
I kept on throwing my clothes in the air from the closet.
"Ughhhh! I have nothing to wear!" I stood in between a big pile of clothes with nothing on except for a towel that was barely hanging on my chest.
"Girl problem huh?" A deep voices appeared making me jolt in surprise. "Easy there, you might not want that towel to fall. I'm really a bad boy so......"
I glared at him. "André! What?! How dare you come into my room?! And most importantly, how are you here? I didn't unlock the security system."
"Really? You sure about that 'cause I realized the whole gate was unlocked."
Gosh! Why am I so careless?!
It was probably during the time when I felt nauseated when I arrived. I just ran in and forgot.
"How did you know this is my room?'
I followed your scent and it lead me to here. Anything else?" He placed his hands in his pockets as he entered the two storey walk-in closet. He looked around. "Have you worn all these clothes?" He asked.
"No. Now get out." I bluntly told him.
"Have you worn most?" He said as he tested my patience.
I hesitated a bit. "No."
"Half?"
I stood quiet.
"I guess that's a no. Quarter?"
I still remained silent.
"Hmmm...wow. You know sell all these and donate them to the Homeless, believe you would stop world hunger."
"Are you here to lecture me about poverty or what?!"
"No. I came here to talk to you."
"I have to get dressed first." I placed my hands on my hips.
"Or you can just stay in your towel. I don't mind." He grinned like a little boy about to receive his Christmas present from Santa himself.
I looked at him from head to toe. "You just have five minutes to tell me what the hell you want to tell me then get out."
"Five minutes?! I want thirty!" He demanded.
"Twenty five!"
"27.5!"
"Fifteen!"
"Ten!"
"Gabriella! This isn't fair, I want thirty!"
"Fine! Thirty!" I walked then shoved him angrily and instead of him to bounce back, I was the one who bounced back and then I lost my balance.
I lost my balance but then his arms caught me by surrounding my waist as I held onto him. I looked down and saw the towel was loosened and the upper part of my breasts were exposed and his eyes were on them.
"Last night was already rough for me and now look at what you're doing. Don't make me hard again, you have no idea what I went through yesterday."
"What are you talking about?" I was so confused that it made me annoyed.
"Forget about it. Look I'll go to the kitchen and wait for you there. But please don't waste time here if not I'll march up here and I wouldn't care if you're naked or not." And with that, he made me stand on my feet and then quickly let me go and turned away sharply in order to escape the gaze of my nakedness as the towel dropped to my feet.
I got to the kitchen while massaging my temples.
Ughhh! It isn't working!
"Damn!" I heard him say then he whistled at me. He wickedly raked my body and my outfit.
He's such an exaggerater.....if that's even a word. I dressed simply in a strapless tank top with high waisted ripped jeans and on my feet were those fluffy flip flops. What's so damn about that?
I just rolled my eyes while strolling to the kitchen's island and sat on the stool opposite him. "So what do you want to say to me? Make it quick." I gave him a cold glare.
At that point, all I felt was hatred. He probably came here to make fun of me and say that I've fallen for his trap. That I'm now under the list of girls he has fucked with.
Who knows how many girls he has fucked with on that bed, probably a million, for sure I won't be surprised. He is André Lombardi.
The saddest part is I don't even remember the process of how I lost my virginity and also that the person who took it was André. I fought back the tears as I tightened my fist making my nails dig into my flesh.
He leaned forward a bit with his with his hand on the counter. "Firstly I wanna ask why you left. And I'm hoping for a valuable reason Gabriella. So now, why?"
"Listen good and listen attentively." I pointed my finger at him. "I do not owe an explanation to you or to anyone!"
"Why are you like this?" He leaned back. "I miss my Brie. Where is she and what did you do to her?" He questioned me.
"Let me guess, I behaved like a submissive bitch for you. I'm sorry but I was drunk last night and that's why I acted like that. There is no way that girl is coming back. You like submissive girls and I can never be like that." I folded my arms.
"What are you talking about?" He creased his forehead. "Brie I know that and believe me I have no problem with that....in some areas I guess." He added. "Brie look just calm down....." He took my hand and caressed it with his thumb. "....and talk about what happened last night—" He stopped talking as I dragged my hand away in an abrupt manner.
"Which fucking last night?!" I roared at him.
"But last night was wonderful." He said so softly like a small toddler.
"Wonderful my foot!...." I stood up. "I wish last night couldn't have happened. I hate it and I regret it!....I hate you! You are a disgusting human being and a perverted moron. I can't even look at you without getting irritated. Being in the same room is so suffocating. I hate you! I hate you so much André Lombardi! You took advantage of my helplessness and the drunken state I was in and had sex with me. Complete fuck without my actual and true consent! I'm sure even in my drunken state and even with me being so submissive, I protested, even though a little but you took advantage of my helplessness and lured me into having sex with you. That is technical rape and I have the right to take you to jail! Stay away from me André Lombardi or else I promise you we'll meet in court. Y-y-y-y-y-you're so cruel...." My voice became shaky as I felt the tears starting to roll on my cheeks. "......you took the most precious thing about a girl without her consent. I HATE YOU MR. LOMBARDI! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!" My tone went back to anger. "If I find out you have AIDS and you gave it to me, I swear, I will slit you throat.." I delivered a murderous glare. "I won't be surprised if you actually have considering you fuck every girl you meet." I chuckled nastily. "Or worse, if I find out you got me pregnant, so help me God or I will murder you cold bloodedly and then I will kill it. There's no way some shitty baby is getting in the way of my education. I'll kill it with no hesitation. I definitely won't give a damn. So better start counting your last prayers."
Everywhere was quiet immediately. André looked....hurt. Hurter than how he was that day that Daniel called my phone and caused chaos.
Good. He should be.
I later got irritated with the silence. "Well?! Aren't you going to speak?!"
"No." He said. "I won't." He stood up and was about to leave but then he stopped and turned back. "I just forgot, that over there..." He pointed at the plastic bottle that was filled with a green liquid content in it. I just noticed it right now. "It's hangover tonic."
My heart melted immediately.
What? He brought that for me?
"I figured you must be going through a lot, considering you got drunk twice so I brought for you. Oh and that..." He pointed at a little plate. "I made an Italian Brunch Torte for you. One of your favorites, right?" He stated. "I'm sorry for taking advantage of you and your state of.....helplessness." He did air quotes and left the kitchen. I heard the automated door close shut.
I ran to the the balcony upstairs to see him but made sure he didn't see me. He was opening the gate then went outside and entered his car. I got shocked and scared when reversed so quickly and took off with speed.
When I went back to the kitchen counter, I sat on one of the stools and looked at the tonic.
Why did he do this?
I took a hold of it and saw there was a note attached.
'Eat the Brunch Torte first before you take the Tonic. We were supposed to eat the Brunch Torte together but you left. I don't know why....hoping you tell me.'
-Dré'
"André." I said as I felt tears pool in my eyes again. "You're confusing me André, you really are. Why are you doing this to me? Why are you so hard to understand?! You did all of this after you took advantage of my helplessness. I'm really confused. Was it to sweeten me? What is wrong with him? And why was he looking hurt? Was it pretentious, or was it real?"
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