Trapped in HIS world

New life

Chapter 4

Gianna’s pov

He took us to a table fuming with anger

“What’s wrong” I asked out of fear

“What’s wrong you’re seriously asking me that?” He answered almost shouting.

“i…I don’t understand” I said stuttering while facing the floor.

“Maybe if you don’t flirt with everyone you see and throw yourself at them and act like a w***e desperate for attention there wouldn’t be a problem”

I could feel tears start gathering up in my eyes I tried to control it because I wasn’t doing anything wrong and I didn’t want to seem weak.

“I’m not a w***e” I said holding back the tears and still facing down.

“Then stop acting like one,” he said like it was a fact.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I said as I walked away.

I reach for a door handle in the corridor and pause when it swings open by a uniformed man.

Shit.

He’s already reaching for a roll of paper towels by the time he spots me and when he does he stops in his tracks. “What are you doing in here?”

Double shit

If his uniform isn’t a dead giveaway, his accent is. But the Italian doesn’t regard me with alarm, nor does he look at me like he knows who I am.

“My apologies, sir”. I bashfully breathe out, dipping my head in a sign of embarrassment as I slip past him and out of the corridor.

“I thought this was the restroom”

“The restrooms are over there”. Comes his response as he points further down the corridor to a set of doors clearly labeled as restrooms.

I give a sheepish chuckle. ”Right”.

“I see that now”.

A tense moment of silence settles and my heart begins to beat in anticipation.

That is until he pushes past me, with a shake of his head, muttering a “stupid American” Well you can’t blame him for thinking I’m American since I have no Italian accent.

I take a moment to recover and in doing so, I cast a glance from the archway that leads into the ballroom.

By the time in that bathroom, I’ve completely gotten over my emotional breakdown and I’m fine.

It’s a two-part event. One that I start to dread the moment I see Lena walk up to Nikolai and she’s beaming at him.

Lena looked stunning. Bright, green cat eye, perfectly soft features, and her figure? She was that type of runway model, tight and perfectly thin. If that was Nikolai’s type then I was the furthest thing from her.

A wave of insecurity washes over me.

I bet she’s never had to worry about certain clothes making her frame look chunky because of her overgrown breasts or wide hips.

I bet she’s never had to worry about stretch marks on her perfectly porcelain skin.

I bet she’s never had to worry about gaining a little more chub on her lower belly because it was simply impossible not to with her slightly thicker thighs l.

She was so unlike me.

Looking back up I straighten out because the next thing I know, Nikolai is turning towards me and his lips are moving.

“Gianna this is Lena a friend,” he said his lips pressed in a thin line almost looking pissed.

“A friend?” I chuckled within me

I look up to meet her eye but find them on me trailing down my outfit, and I shift uncomfortable but still send her a tight-lipped smile.

It’s time to eat I hear Leonel say from behind.

Like where did he come from?

Dinner had started tense with Leonel trying to lighten the awkward silence while Nikolai sat glowering between Leonel and me. But then his glares had turned to cringes at Lena’s obnoxious shrieks she referred to as laughs.

Nikolai wipes off the last bit of food and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t following the movement of his tongue dart out to swipe at his lower lip.

I hated myself for still wanting him so badly.

“I went ahead and ordered you a matcha flavor” Lena chirps eyeing me.

I sent her a weird look. Why would you do something like that?

With a huff, I bring the dessert to my lips and force the disgusting thing down.

This was not matcha. It tasked funny but I sucked it up and ate it as my mind still reeled from the events of earlier as conversations around me started again.

This was the worst night ever

Leonel asks me something and I don’t quite get it. But the moment I’m about to open my mouth, I’m interrupted by the grumbling of a stomach.

My stomach

Followed by a pinch of pain.

“Excuse me” I don't wait for a reply as I dart off to the restroom I now know.

Something was wrong something was terribly wrong.

The moment I step into the perfectly white-powered room, I run for the toilet just in time to hurl the contents of my stomach into it.

Over and over again.

. . .

It felt like a lifetime had passed since I’d been in the bathroom. My stomach was emptied four hurls ago and now my body has resorted to dry heaving anything and everything.

I desperately tried to call for help but the moment I moved away, I would come running back, spilling the contents of my stomach at twice the pace before.

I was hurting. I was alone. And all I wanted was for someone to come looking for me. All I wanted was for someone to care.

The night had taken a turn for the worst.

No one had come looking for me, my dress was completely ruined, my mascara was running all over my face as tears of pain, frustration, and hurt ran down my face and the sheer and utter physical pain coming from my stomach wasn’t helping.

It’s only when I’m nearly passed out against the toilet seat that I make out the sound of the door opening and a loud sigh of relief. “There you are” comes Nikolai’s voice and my eyes flutter open as I watch his expression slowly shift to one of concern as he takes in the scene.

Lena strolls behind Niko, her face scrunching up in disgust as she looks at me.

I cry harder

“Where have you been?” I croaked slumping against the toilet.

Niko drops to his haunches before me” I was looking for you” he murmurs, frowning at me as he examines my face “What happened?”

I can’t even will myself to respond as my eyes flutter closed. Calloused fingertips grip my chin and Niko lifts my head, tilting it from side to side as he inspects my face.

I Lean into his touch, fluttering my eyes closed again.

“Blyat malyshka you're so pale” he comments, before I can reply I’m heaving into the toilet once again.

(f**k baby)

I don’t realize that Niko is gone until I hear his footsteps approaching again before he drops to his haunches once more. Only now he uses a hand to smooth back the hair in my face, while his other holds a bottle of water in and presses the opening to my face.

“Drink this for me” he lightly commands, tilting my chin up as I do just that.

He continues to move my hair back and out of my face until I don’t feel nauseous anymore and instead just feel pure exhaustion.

“I..I want to go home”. I say my voice cracking as tears gather in my eyes once again.

I was having a horrible day and even though I was mad at Niko, he was all I had right now. And maybe it made me weak but I wanted to feel cared for and stop acting put together.

I wanted to crumble and have him pick up the pieces.

“Okay let me get your bag. I’ll only be a minute”. He mumbles hastily as I hear him get up and rush out of the room.

But then I hear Lena’s voice behind him in the hallway. “Are you sure she isn’t faking it for attention?”

I didn’t hear Nikolai’s response as I let out a sob feeling so alone, left out, and pathetic.

And by the time he returns with the rest of my belongings, I manage to take my sobs into small sniffles.

He helps me up, only I do none of the work as I end up slumping against his side, while he leads me out, with an arm wrapped around my waist, holding me upright.

The second he sits me in the car, I shift further away from him and turn towards the window.

He doesn’t get to treat me nice and hate me later

My eyes shut on their own accord, trying to ignore the shakiness of the car as the driver speeds off.

I just wanted to go home, put myself in my bed and sleep. Alone. For once I didn’t want to be around anyone, they were all disappointed anyway.