CHIARA
Sometimes later the old man excused himself which meant I was left with Willem and Storm while Black was with Carmelo.
"Stormy, never thought I'll see a day with you in anything other than a black suit." Willem checked her out shamelessly. Yep. She wore a body-hugging dress tonight. Storm turned to him, "And I can't wait to see the day your mouth will learn how to stay shut, Willie." She clapped back. Interesting. I sipped my champagne. I hated people but I lived for the drama.
"Around you? I can't sweetheart. I'll get sick without talking to you."
"I get sick just looking at you."
"Ouch. You're hurting my feelings, Stormy."
"If you give me a chance, I'd love to hurt something else as well, Willie." She eyed his dick.
Willem gasped and covered himself with both hands, "You evil witch and your obsession of kicking my dick."
"Scared already? Tsk, tsk, tsk, pedo baby at his finest." She uttered and walked away.
"That woman hates me with passion." Willem let go of himself and said to me. I shook my head, "No. That woman almost hates everyone." I uttered. "Right. But jokes aside, why is she like that?" he said. "Trying to understand Storm is like mopping the ocean. Unless you have energy to waste," I said, sipping from the glass in my hands. Willem cackled, "Her boss is even worse."
"Remember when we danced at the Gala? That man over there punched me in the face and banned me from entering Italy ever again. I don't even know how he did that. But my passport was denied in Italy, and I have zero criminal records. Just because I danced with you! That's how crazy he is about you. Totally nuts." He shook his head.
I turned to look at Carmelo with a smile. "He did that?" And as if the man had a magnet hearing, his glance was pulled to us. "Oh, he did worse for you. See, look at his eyes. He is thinking of killing me right now." He added. Carmelo ended his conversation with the man he was talking to. His eyes dark when he glanced at me again and signaled me to follow him outside.
I finished my champagne, placed the empty glass on the tray of a passing by waiter, and started to walk away. "You're leaving me too?" He asked. I looked him up and down, "Did you want us to camp here?"
"Who am I going to talk to?" he whined. I gazed around the room. "I don't know, have you considered the walls?" If there was one thing I hated, then it was a talking machine. And looks like I was left to deal with one. Not me, Willem AtWood. "Seriously? You're just like him!" I shrugged, "I'm worse." I get why Storm wasn't in good light with him.
I wasn't going to lie. I liked his little story, especially the part where Carmelo banned his passport because of me. Did I feel sorry for him? Maybe. Carmelo was jealous that night. And right now, he looked angry. That's all I could think about. And it made my ovaries weak. Shit! You can't get horny now, Chiara. You need help.
I walked past the empty halls, the classical music from the venue disappearing with the distance I covered. All of a sudden, something wrapped around my wrist, and I was pulled inside a room. I squealed. My back hit the wall and my hands locked above my head. Then his face hovered near mine and his body pressed against me. My heart thundered in my ears, and my skin became alive, acknowledging his presence.
Fire. It was burning hot in his eyes. "Easy," I whispered. "Hush," he said. A vein popped on his forehead. "Do you like him?" he asked. I frowned. "What?" What the hell was he talking about? "You were smiling happily with him. So, I am asking if you have considered being with him instead." What the fuck? His tone was laced with so much venom that my throat tightened as I swallowed. All the horny hormones dissolved instantly. And I was stricken with a painful shock instead.
"Is that how low you think of me?" I pushed him off me. "Just know I'm richer than him, tesoro." He added. "Bastard." Disgust coursed my chest. His words felt like a thousand nails getting smashed on my heart with a hammer. "You look pathetic." I walked past him not wanting to indulge in the wave of tears that was threatening to drown me.
"Wait," he held my wrist. "Let go of me," I said without turning to him. "We're still talking, don't leave." It's the tone. I swear to God it's the tone he was using that made my blood boil and wishing I could strangle him. This was not the man from an hour ago. I couldn't recognize him. I turned and peeled his hand from my wrist. I was done with his shit. "Who are you to tell me what to do? Hm?" I raised a brow, "Do you think you own me, Carmelo?"