after math

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 15

Raffaele didn't arrive home early that day, and I was kinda relieved cos I felt he was still mad at me.

I had dinner and went to bed quite early because I was beyond exhausted.

Automatically, I woke up at midnight for a night snack and tiptoed down to the kitchen to grab a pack of cookies.

On my way upstairs, I heard muffled screams coming from Raffaele's bedroom. It sounded more like moans, tho. A woman's moan. I tread carefully toward his room. The door was ajar, and I couldn't stop myself from looking inside. I literally saw him banging a redhead. His face was buried in her neck, and her legs wrapped around his waist. My eyes moved down to her perfectly shaped ass. That's probably the only reason he was having s*x with her. She wasn't even that pretty. I looked away immediately, slamming my palm against my mouth to stifle any involuntary sounds."Questo è così fottutamente sorprendente. Fanculo. " Those were her words. I couldn't understand a thing cos she was literally moaning in Italian. 'Super gross'. I thought.

For some reason, the girl looked familiar. I tried so hard to remember exactly where I saw her. Then, it hit me. She was one of the strippers at the club. No surprise she's such a slut. It's not like I was being stereotypical or anything. I mean, I kinda used to be a stripper just never been a slut.

I realised I'd been standing there for five minutes. Thankfully, they were oblivious to my presence because they were too engrossed in their naughty act and mostly because I was standing in a pretty dark hallway and his room was dimly lit.

The week was over in a jiffy. I pretended not to know anything about the whole Raffaele, redhead scenario.

To be honest, I wasn't all that surprised about the whole thing. I mean he was a guy who tucked heaps of condoms away in his drawer.

Anyway, it was a Saturday, and I decided to just sleep in for at least a few hours.

I cracked open one eye and shut it quickly against the bright sunrise. I was used to getting up before dawn for a week, at least.

I wearily opened my eyes again, adjusting it to the brightness of the room. I adjusted my position and looked up.

"Shit." I cursed as my heart skipped a beat when my eyes met Raffaele's midnight blue ones. It was like he'd been staring at me the whole time I was asleep. Such a psychotic creep. "Bro, what the f**k? You scared me". I retorted. He ignored my tone.

"Do you know what time it is?"

My eyes flickered to my bedside clock. "It's just 11:45am". I drawled. "I'm just here to tell you we are going somewhere tonight".

" What?"

"It's a formal event. You're gonna be my date". He c****d.

"If you wanna take a girl on a date, you can at least ask. And the answer is 'no'."I responded curtly.

"It's not a date. I'm just saying, be my escort."

So, he f***s a girl and asks another girl to be his date the very same week. This guy is unbelievable.

"I'm not doing that". I scoffed. "You don't have much of a choice. The contract says you have to do whatever I tell you to."

"But I was planning on going home today since it isn't a work day." I sighed. "Well, you are working today so cancel all your plans." He replied earning a low growl from me. He stood up to leave. "Your outfit arrives this afternoon".