Owned by Wallace Monzato (Monzato Brothers 1) COMPLETED

Chapter Seven

Paige

"P! Here's your new identification card. Boss gave it to me when he arrived earlier." Crissa approached me in my desk. She handed me over my new card because I lost mine. I don't know where I lost it, I tried looking for it the whole weekend but I cannot find it. 

I put a lace on it and I wear it on my neck. "Yeah, thanks." Luckily, my boss gave me some considerations, he let me get a new one. 

"How's your mother?" She leaned on my desk. Helping herself to be more comfortable in my workplace. 

"She's good. She's resting in our house. I am not taking any overtimes this week or this month. I need to be with her all the time." My mother was rushed in a hospital the past week because of heart problems. Her heart is getting weak and she is now required to have a pacemaker to help her heart from brating too fast. I also told told her to stop working because doing things that will make her tired will not help her recovery. Her cardiologist  also required her to stay at home and rest. 

"Did you find a donor?" 

"Nope. She's in the list. But I need to find a donor for her because there's a lot in the list who also need a heart transplant. I will not wait for that list." 

Some people who are listed, didn't last long. They die because of waiting and I don't want that to happen. I am now posting some blogs to help my mother. The doctors told me that they cannot put my mother on top of the list because that'll be so unfair to others who are also waiting for their donor. So, I decided to find her own donor. I want it as much as possible. 

"Cheer up, lad. You'll find her another working heart. I'll help you." I smiled to Crissa. Thanks to her because she was the one who helped me rush my mom to the hospital. Craig and Jordan also offered to help.

As much as I hate Craig because of our past, I let him help me. I willingly swallowed my anger and let him help us. Jordan came from a family of doctors so he can really help me. Any help offering from someone can be a really big help for us, for my mother. 

"You ready for lunch at Alexandria's?" I nodded slightly. I need to drink some hot coffee and some sweet treats to relieve my stress. The past week has been very stressful and tiring. 

Crissa ordered the food for me. I sat here, waiting for her. The sun is hot and it hurts to the skin but the wind is refreshing. It feels weird. I observed the people outside the cafe. Some on them are walking so fast, whilst the other just taking their time. 

People are greeting one another, especially the elders. 

Eating out or feasting in Rome is one of the best times to do here. You can choose on the variety of subtle restaurants. Fine wine, which is very common here in Italy. But people always wanna try the local pizzeria because that's where the locals go to indulge their passion for thin, crispy pizzas, humble pasta dishes. 

"I just bought you the triple chocolate cake and iced macchiato. I wish that can help you relieve your stress. And your stracciatella is coming up, my treat." Stracciatella is an Italian flavored ice cream. It is a very simple vanilla ice cream with chocolate bits. 

"Cone or tub?" I asked. She gave a duh-look and she rolled her eyes jokingly. "Duh, of course a tub! Ice cream in a tub is more enjoyable than eating it in a cone. Not to be a fat-ass but, yeah a tub." I chuckled. She's a connoisseur of ice cream. She recommended to me that I should eat my ice cream in a tub. Always. 

"Thank you. This will help a lot." I started to eat my meal. I don't usually eat a lot in lunch. I'm a breakfast heavy eater since my mom always cook a lot in the morning. Breakfast is my favorite meal. I always eat cake or pasta to save my time in lunch so that I can still read my book. 

After a moment of silence, Crissa spoke, "So, what's going in between you and Craig? Are you guys getting together again?" 

"Nope. He is just helping and we are on good terms." 

I'm not really into back to back relationship. Craig and I are in civil relationship right now. He offered that he will help me find a donor for my mother. He didn't brought the topic about us and our past together. It is cleared that I am only talking to him because of his kindness to my mother, that's all. I think it is also cleared to him that we are nver getting nack together. I hope is okay with that. Because that's all I can offer right now, a civil relationship. 

"And Jordan?" I took a sip on my drink before answering, "He is just a colleague to me. I talked to him about that matter and he said okay he just want to help." 

Both Jordan and Craig offered to help me and my mother so I accepted it. I am not gonna acknowledge anything not related to my mother's health recovery. As of now, my main focus is to help my mother find her donor and help her recover. 

I finished my meal and headed back to our workplace. I need to finish at least half of my work today. I'm not gonna do any overtimes until my mom recover. She's only wearing her pacemaker but that's not gonna help her strengthen her heart. She needs a heart transplant. She is not allowed to get tired that's why I want to be with her even though I'm working to help her. I cannot give up my work right now because her medicines are expensive. For now, I'm the only one who's working for the two of us. I need this work. 

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"OUT!" I heard Crissa's scream from the distance. I started to fix my table and also, myself. I closed my eyes for a bit to relax its nerves. I've been sitting in this seat all day and my eyes are settled in front of the screen of my computer. 

Crissa walked towards and she waited me to get up and leave. "Our work is really not eyes friendly." She stated. 

"Agreed. Because of our work, I am now required to wear my glasses or contact lenses." 

"True. And those eyes products are expensive as hell! It should've been free because I didn't choose to be blind. I didn't chose this lifestyle." We are in the same side. I always spend hundreds of euros for my eye check up and contacts. 

I bid my goodbyes to my colleagues outside our company. I kissed Crissa goodbye. It's five thirty in the afternoon. I was about to unlock my car when a tall man stood beside me. I look at him and he is wearing a black baseball cap, white tee shirt and navy blue jeans. He is towering me right now so I stepped back. 

"Hello? Can I help you?" I asked. I looked around me and I saw a bunch of people around. I felt the so relieved because he cannot harassed me in here. I looked at the tall man in front of me. Because of his cap, I cannot see his face because he's leaning his head down. 

For some reason, his built is quite familiar to me. I just cannot tell where did I saw that. Or maybe he is tall that's why he got the same built to other tall men I know. I asked him again but he answered me with a loud sigh. What the hell? Don't tell me he cannot speak? Or he is deaf? 

I attempted to do some basic sign language I know but he is not turning his gaze to me. I don't know where he came from, what  does he from me or he is just simply not interested on talking to me. 

I sighed before walking towards my car to drive my ass home. If he doesn't want to talk to me, then so be it. The night is about to come so I need to go back home to help my mom in the house chores. I was about to open my door when the guys ginormous veiny hand dodge my hand. 

"What the f**k is wrong with you?" I snapped. He's head still on the ground but I can see that he is clenching his jaw. That jaw is sexy, I give him that. 

He pinned me into my car and he removed his baseball cap smoothly. Now that I can see his face, he is now more look familiar to me. He is looking at me intently. Thick brows, granite colored eyes, perfect nose, sharp jaw and pinkish lips. I kept on thinking where did I see or met him? The past two weeks of my life has been very stressful. I cannot comprehend where did I saw him. 

"You don't remember me?" His husky baritone voice is also familiar to me. I shook my head because I really cannot remember him but he is familiar. 

"How about this?" He crushed his lips into mine. Giving me desperate, aggressive but hot and wet kisses. I don't know what happened but I immediately responded to his kisses returning the same intensity of his kisses. His lips are familiar too. 

While making out with him, a clips of memory from two weeks ago flashed thremy mind. I remember him now. 

He is the man I had s*x with two weeks ago. The man in the bar who gave me some water and tissues after I puked. The man who brought me to the hotel. The man who finger f****d me and gave me orgasm while he's driving. The man who made me come multiple times that night. The man who stole my underwear as a remembrance. The man who drove me crazy that night. 

He stopped kissing me. He put his forehead into mine, both panting trying to catch some air because that kiss was mindblowing. "Do you remember me now, babe?" That silly endearment. 

"Yes." He chuckled then he kissed me on my cheeks and on my neck. The kissed marks he gave me are now gone. "I missed you, babe." He hugged me tightly whilst resting his head onto the valley of my neck. Sniffing my natural scent. 

I've tried getting off from his tight hug but he didn't let me. I tapped his back to get his attention, "I need to get off, stranger." He immediately let go of me but his hands are still resting on my waist. "Stranger?" He raised a brow. 

"Yes. I don't know your name." We had s*x and he made me come multiple time sbut I haven't had the chance to get his name. So, what am I suppose to call him? 

"Wallace.'' He offered his hands, I shook it and I smiled at him, "Paige." 

His name suits him. Wallace. 

"So, nice to meet and see you again, Wallace. I have to go." 

"That fast? You wanna hang out with me? At my suite at the hotel?" I chuckled. Not to be assuming but I knew what he meant by hang out with him to his suite. He wants some steamy s*x, again. I missed him too but I need to go home now. I don't have time for some back to back hook ups. 

"I would love to, but I need to go home now. My mother is waiting for me." He stared at me intently. He looks disappointed. 

"Give me your number so that I can contact you." He handed out his phone to me. I typed my number in his phone and I gave it back to him. 

Maybe he wants to be friends with me. He just want some company. I can give that. I can offer him friendship if he wants. Though it will come somewhat weird and awkward because we had s*x. 

"I'll call you." He kissed me on my left cheek and then he walked away. 

I felt the familiar tingling sensation I felt two weeks ago because of him, again.