Chapter Nine
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I woke up with my head splitting and the sound of water coming from the bathroom, I looked over and saw Nadia's phone and the night dawned on me and the events that took place. I scratched my head as I stood up and the water in the bathroom stopped, I sighed and started towards the bathroom, I needed to pee so damn bad. "Nadia, I need to pee so dang bad." The door flung open and out walked Nadia t**s out and a smile on her face, you could see the tattoo that wrapped around her arm and crossed over her chest.
"All yours." She spoke as I rushed in shutting the door and going to the potty, I sighed closing my eyes and wincing as I stretched my fingers. I looked down at my bruised fingers and laughed realizing I punched two people last night and no surprise that my knuckles were red and swollen, but I was confused because I don't remember wrapping my hand. But maybe Nadia was the one that helped me bandage it up last night, I shed out of my clothes and stepped into the shower and turning it on to clean myself off.
Once I was finished washing and drying myself off, I covered my body and walked into the bedroom and over to my wardrobe. Nadia was already gone and I needed to get dressed, I settled on a classic grey v-neck top and a pair of blue jean shorts, I twisted my hair into a bun and fixed up my eyebrows before heading downstairs into the kitchen. Nadia was pulling food off the stove dancing to Doja Cat, my stomach growled and I was thankful for her cooking. Three of the men from last night sat at the island eating breakfast already, the bodyguard Jason was leaning against the counter next to Nadia who was ignoring him drinking a cup of coffee. His face swollen, I raised an eyebrow wondering what happen to him as he did not look like that when I left last night. I shrugged it off opening the fridge and grabbing a water, I closed the fridge as Noah walked into the kitchen and I saw the cut on his nose from were I had hit him and I winced. For a brief moment neither of us moved and I was pushed back to my dream from last night where he finally said my name and I blushed looking away.
"Why is my breakfast so late Nadia?" He spoke as he walked past me completely ignoring me as if I wasn't just standing there, I turned to look in the direction of Nadia and was met with his bare back as he pulled his shirt over his head, I took in what I seen. His arms were covered in tattoos, his back had a dragon that wrapped around from his hip up to his neck were the head rested, but before I could take in the rest of the tattoo he pulled his shirt down.
I cleared my throat and took a drink of my water as someone walked into the kitchen and bumped me making me spill water down my shirt. When I looked my eyes Narrowed as it was bimbo Barbie, she looked me up and down and walked over to Noah wrapping her arm around his back "Good morning darling." She kissed his cheek. I turned on my heels and made my way back out of the kitchen like a bat out of hell hoping not to be caught, but to no surprise.
"Your not going to eat Catalina?" Spoke Nadia.
I turned to see both Noah and Nadia staring at me, I spoke only to her though. "Actually I don't have an appetite. To much drinking I think." I smiled slightly before turning to leave, I could hear the bimbo cackle and froze balling up my fist. I shook my head and walked out of the room and head back upstairs.
My arm was grabbed and I turned to see Noah, I raised my eyebrow. "Can I help you?"
He didn't speak just stared at me and I pulled my hand away from him, "Still don't know how to talk to me I see." I sighed and started back up the stairs.
"I'm sorry." Was all I heard as I went up the stairs and towards my room, I sighed as I stepped in and over to the bed, I left the door open and sighed as I stared up at the ceiling.
"Maybe you should have stayed home Catalina...." I mumbled, I closed my eyes and thought about home. My phone started ringing and I looked over to see the name reading Poppa, I answered the phone "Hello Poppa. How is your trip?"
"Business as always my dear, I'll be glad when I wrap this up and get to come home." He spoke.
"I know Poppa, I miss you a lot. But soon and then I will make you grandma's famous soup." I spoke.
"Oh that would be great, I haven't had it in so long. But the reason I was calling is because....Well I spoke with someone and they are wanting to see you since you've return to the states." He spoke in hesitation, which worried me.
"Poppa...Who would want to see me?..." I was confused, the only people who I ever associated with when I lived in Italy was...well Poppa, everyone else chose not to be around.
My face paled when I heard his words he spoke next for I was not expecting it "Your mother will be there around 4:30pm." He spoke.
I dropped the phone as I didn't even know if I was willing to answer the door for her, she abandoned me long ago.
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