Immense power radiated off of this man. The way he held himself and owned everything he put his eyes on chilled me to the bone. There was this aura of danger that surrounded him and I had the sudden urge to run away and stay at the same time.
I craved adventure but that was exactly what was going to get me into trouble.
I already drew to much attention to myself by exploding at George. I let my annoyance  get the best of me and that isn't something I could afford to do.
"dire una parola e ti ucciderò" he ordered. The tone of his voice sounded like a command and he acted as if he owned the place.
He probably did.
I remained silent and kept a small smile on my face.
There was something off about this man and I didn't want to stick around to find out what.

"You like coffee? Sì?"  A velvety voice asked breaking me out of my trance.

I looked up to see sparkling brown eyes staring at me. They almost seemed to swallow me whole and I felt extremely vulnerable. Not a feeling I was associated with.
"Yes. I do happen to like coffee" I answered looking him directly in the eyes.
"Fiorella are you allergic to anything?"
I stopped breathing.
My eyes widened and I remained as still as the dead- the staff bustling around like ants during a picnic.
There was  no way he could know.
"Fiorella? " he repeated and I began to panic.
"What?" I sputtered
"I asked if you're allergic to anything? I don't want to keel you" he repeated with his prominent accent.
"I meant before that" I said trying not to sound like a complete idiot.
"Fiorella?" He offered I nodded.
"It means little flower" I swallowed and sighed  in relief.

"Oh" I chuckled  nervously "and no I'm not allergic to anything. I can eat anything"
His green eyes sparkle "anything huh"
I shut my eyes and swore under my breath.
Perverted jokes really irritated me.
"Tiramisu " he said  placing a layer cake in front of me.
He then helped me onto a stool and took a seat directly across from me watching my every move.

I brought the fork to my mouth and nearly passed out.
It was like heaven in my mouth. I tasted a creamy custard, whipped cream, coffee and even some rum. I couldn't help but slightly moan because it's so good. "You like it? Sì" he said smiling.
Gosh his smile was incredibly attractive.
Like the rest of him.
"I love it" I answered truthfully. The cake tasted familiar and old memories had began to resurface but I quickly pushed them to the back of mind, where they belonged.
"You have a beautiful smile fiorella "
I kept my gaze focused on the ground and resisted rolling my eyes.
"What happened to the fierce woman who threatened to castrate her boyfriend?"
"That was just heartbreak speaking." I quickly answer.
All my defenses seemed to be tumbling down and I had to resist the urge to fire back a snarky reply. This man was igniting a fire that was meant to be dead.
"I don't believe you" he said placing his hands on the counter and leaning forward. His palms were flat on the table, long slender fingers were slightly bent at the middle knuckles and his right pinky twitched ever so slightly.

"Did you really love that man"
Nope.
"Yes" I lied looking him in the eyes. Unshed tears harbored in my eyes and I looked away.
"Ok" he says void of all emotion leaving me unsure whether he bought it or not.
"Do you want to go somewhere?" He asked.
Of course he wants to sleep with me.
"The beach? Or perhaps a club if that's what you want?"
Or not.
"Why?"
"Pardon?"
"Why do you want to spend time with me?" I ask.
"Because your company is enjoyable" he answered back with a coy smile on his chiseled face. There was mischief , danger and mystery behind those sparkly orbs. He sat as if he knew something.
I need to leave.
Now.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm just not in the mood to be flirted with right now." I mumbled "I hope you understand that" I said looking up at him through my lashes.

"Of course. I apologize" he says standing up and I offer him a warm smile.
" thank you so much. You've cheered me up a foot bit and I'm forever thankful but it's best if I get going" I said and quickly hurried away. A warm calloused hand gently grabbed my wrist "Fiorella, I'll take you home" he offered. It was a way to get to know where I lived.
" please you've done enough already" I plead.
Just let me go!
"As you wish" he says and places his lips on the back of my hand before letting it go. The small gesture caused a funny feeling in my stomach but I ignored it and hurried home.
But the feeling of being followed the entire cab rides made warning signs go up in my hand.
I had to stay high on alert.

When I had gotten home in the late hours of the night, I found George sitting on the floor with his back against my door. His hands were fisted into his hair and traces of dried tears were on his face
His red eyes snapped up to meet mine and he instantly scrambled to his feet. "Ella please" he whimpered.
There was no way I was having it.
I deserved better.
"George go home " I said tiredly. This was draining way too much of my energy and taking up unnecessary time.
"I'm going to make it up to you. I promise-"
"George" I sighed placing my hand on the side of his face causing him to lean into my touch. "I don't doubt that you love me" I started out "but I will not be second in my own relationship"
He took both my hands in his "you're not baby I swear" tears filled up his eyes "I'll beg for your forgiveness. Baby I'll worship the ground you walk on but please don't end what we have" he cried
Taking a step away from him I looked at him.
Really looked at him.
In front of me was a man pleading for me to remain in his life. There was nothing but honesty in his voice. But he couldn't convince me no matter how hard he tried.
He had lost all of my trust.

George was weak.
I always knew he was and that was one of the reasons I pursued him.
He wasn't weak.
Power radiated right off of him whether he simply sat in the corner or walked down the street. There was no denying it.
"You ended what we had the moment you cheated on me. I'm not even angry anymore. What you did proved how much I meant to you" and then I closed the door behind myself.
The only thing George was sorry for was himself.
Taking a deep breath to relive some of the built up tension in my chest I hopped into the shower.
I scrubbed my skin until it was raw and pruned in hopes to make the day disappear.
But a pair of brown eyes continued to haunt my dreams, reminding me that he was one hundred percent real.

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