Chapter 3:Dario pov
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"If it isn't my dear son." My mother walked into the room, her red dress fit and the perfect size and length for her thin skin. Of course, she had her signature hair packed up with no strand of hair out. Her smile came off as a warning, even to me.
She held her Chanel bag. She has probably bragged about that one to millions of people.
"What are you doing here?" I ask her. Not love the fact she invited herself to my home.
"Oh, please I needed to see my dear son," she says, taking a seat beside me.
"You have. Leave." I responded to her. I didn't want her presence here. I didn't want her to make the air uncomfortable for anyone in this house.
"Come on now, Maria, get me some red wine," she says, clicking her fingers together. My mom has always been a b***h. Her red lips were still in check.
"And who is this?" she asked, looking at my guest. I didn't want any of her problems today. I looked at the girl opposite me. I should figure out her name soon. I don't know why I bought her but I did, she was too beautiful not to. When I saw her on the stage, she looked so frail. I knew I wanted her then. I wanted her to be myself, her to be mine. But now I needed time to talk to her, alone.
"Me- I…" She stammered, her dirty blonde hair covering her bruises but not enough of it.
"You suddenly don't know how to speak?" Mom asked her with so much disdain.
"She is my guest and she does not owe you any explanation." I simply say standing up to meet her on the other side of the table. She looked so scared. So fragile. F***k! I loved it. I held her hand, dragging her upstairs with me. It was evident she was still hungry but my mom's presence made her uncomfortable.
"When you are done, leave." I simply say to my mom and leave the dining with her.
Her eyes fixed on me as we climbed the stairs and eventually entered my room.
She sits on the edge, hiding herself away from me.
"I'm not going to hurt you," I say to her, moving closely to hold her legs.
She says nothing, she just looks at me with those beautiful round brown eyes.
She flinches when I touch her bare skin. The gown Maria made her wear was too short for her. Seeing her bare legs took a toll on me.
"Why are you coming close to me?" she asked me, making me look up at her.
"Why are you leaving then?" I asked her.
"Everything here looks all new to me and I don't trust you." she says, her eyes still wide.
My hands go up to her face and touch her bruises. She was badly treated, I know it. Her pale face was already filled with red spots giving it a natural blush.
"What's your name?" I ask her, eager to know.
"Mia." she simply says. Her eyes look down now, avoiding the contact coming with mine. Mia…Soft and gentle Mia. Her eyes could make me melt more than her face would.
"What happened to you, Mia?" I asked her. I know it wasn't appropriate but I wanted to know. She was so quiet and she looked fresh like she wasn't supposed to be auctioned. I pass by there when I come back from business. The old, mouth-watering, men whores would not miss a day to buy a female for the cheapest price possible. I intended to come straight home, but this one caught my attention.
"I'd rather not say." she simply says.
"Where is this place?" she asks me confused.
“You are in Italy. And I'm Damon.” I answered her. My eyes wander to her chest covered with the lace material. It was difficult not to.
“Damon who?” she asked again- her eyes full of questions.
“Does the surname matter?”
“It does,” she replied. I chuckle at her innocence. Her reactions are the best. I mean she was so beautiful, her long, lean legs made her tall but not your usual supermodel type of tall. And her pale skin was enough to confuse. She could give off as a model but only to an extent. Hell, she was a glamour puss! Wholesome indeed.
“I need to know more about you- Damon, right?” she asked.
“Yes. What more do you need to know?” She stared wide-eyed.
“I don't know how long it has been but I was in Los Angeles, now I'm in Italy?” she asked. So unsure. I knew they touched her.
“Well that doesn't matter now. You are in Italy and face to face with the most handsome man.” I boast.
“I don't think handsome is the word,” she said, turning her face the other way.
“Well you aren't denying it either.” I gloat with a smile as we both laugh. I love how comfortable the air was getting.
I touch her face, caressing her cheeks softly. I checked my phone and sighed in disappointment.
“We will talk soon,” I said and left. It was hard leaving her just like that but I had an important thing to tend to.
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