Chapter 135: Humiliation Ritual

Trina's POV

He completely ignored me, making me feel weird. I eventually put the dress over my head and paused, seeing all his attention on me, shamelessly in a split second.

He was heavily staring like a lost cause.

“Stop doing that.” I whispered barely.

“Doing what?” He didn't even seem to realize.

“Staring.”

“Why? You really want me to stop appreciating you?”

I nodded, because I feared for the words that would come out of my mouth if I dared to speak.

“Very well, I'll be waiting outside. And Trina?” He called out as he was about to leave.

“What?”

“Be a good girl and keep your room organized.”

I lost my mind. I hastily dressed up to try to forget that he had seen my room. I thought I had escaped that.

I came out to see him waiting. He looked at me and nodded in approval.

“Aren't you going to tell me that I'm beautiful?” I frowned when he only stared. I didn't really like that and I had to admit it.

He shook his head.

“No. You're greedy. I have pride too. I want you, but you also want me. I can't keep chasing someone who's not planning to make it easy for me even though she also likes me. Even though it's really been only me in her heart.”

“Please, no one wants someone as jobless as you are.” I rolled my eyes, trying my hardest to defend myself and my conflicting heart.

“Want me to test out that theory?” He was headed towards the door. I had to stop him on impulse.

“No, wait,” I latched onto his arms, pulling him back.

“I'm bored, that's why.” Last way of saving my pride. I knew Giovanni would walk out that door and not come back no matter what if I hadn't stopped him.

Well, we both knew I was lying. I'm awfully pathetic.

“All you do is stay indoors. You definitely love your space too much for that.”

Yeah but today I'd rather spend being outside with him. I was already dying for it to happen.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

He suddenly grabbed my hands and just held it. I felt the vibrations of his body. He had dangerously wanted any form of body contact all these while.

“Promise to be a good girl today.” He warned me like I was a baby.

“I will try my best.” I lied. He grew frustrated.

“I told you to promise. You're slowly becoming a thorn in my flesh.” He grunted in anguish like he was sick of me. Poor thing.

“You're the one that won't leave me alone. You won't leave this ‘thorn’ alone.”

He held me tightly.

“Trina, promise.” I knew I had to behave now.

“I promise.”

“I want a hug.” I knew he would ask that. I've known this man for years. Whenever he was like this, he clung to me like crazy. He would put me on the bed and just climb on top of me and stay there or we'll cuddle for a while. I thought him to be clingy, and I guess he's only like that with me.

“You're too demanding.” I pretended to complain, embracing him. He seemed refreshed after a couple of minutes hugging me.

“Now I can admit it and tell you that you're beautiful.” I smiled hard. I was dying to kiss him being this close, but I held myself back.

“Thank you. Oh, now the pictures! Let's take some.”

I took several selfies, with him suggesting to kiss my hands in some of them. It worked for me so I wasn't against it. He did it diligently and after about ten minutes, I had a couple of reasonable photos to post.

“Outing with babe.” I made a caption to the pictures after gathering it and shook my head.

“No, that's too cringe.” I thought to myself, but he heard it and had been watching me the whole time.

“I like it.” He said. I didn't even know he saw it. My cheeks heated as I left it there just because he did and because I secretly liked it as well.

I hit post.

“Thanks. Wait, you didn't bring fruits today.” I remembered that he came in with nothing. What a relief.

“No, I gave you a well deserved break. Why, like it when I command you?”

“God, let's go.” I was smiling so hard as I walked in front, getting the door open and heading out.

“I want you to know that I'm actively and aggressively seeking for this fake relationship to be real.” He said, appearing close behind me.

“Then you are so out of luck.”

He was driving by himself, and he put me in the passenger seat after opening the door for me. His car smelled like him, so intoxicating. I looked ahead, so ahead.

I was excited for the rest of the day already. Firstly, we drove to one of my favorite breakfast shops, pretty close to Nico’s mansion.

He got me to sit and wait, and he didn't even bother trying to ask me what I wanted, he just went to place our orders. I was especially craving chocolate milk so I didn't appreciate that.

He sat down and since I refused to talk to him, he let me be and was on his phone until the meals arrived. Chocolate milk! Jam and bread toast with strawberry filling!

I looked up and pouted at him in gratefulness. This is exactly what I wanted. Then it hit me how he would know that and knowing that hit me even harder.

“You remembered.”

Actually, I craved chocolate milk every morning.

“How could I ever forget my morning routine all those years ago? You were such a bratty girlfriend.”

“Yet you're dying to make me yours again. Seems you enjoyed the humiliation ritual.”

“I loved every second of it, so please take me back.”

I dug right into my food and we ate. He got himself black coffee like a crazy human being and some wheat bread. Eww.

If I didn't know he was actively trying to taste me again, I would've just assumed he hated sugar.

That was the best breakfast ever. The best because I forced him to drink a huge gulp out of my chocolate milk.

After breakfast, we were headed straight to our next activity. Outdoor painting. Now that was thoughtful, excitedly what I needed.

We got a huge canvas each and I was permitted to paint whatever I wanted on it, so I made a caricature of Giovanni and drew people throwing bricks at him, then on another side, I dropped him in the ocean. Another side, I threw him in a pot of boiling water. I was having so much fun. We couldn't see each other's works until we were done so when we were done finally, I saw his and he saw mine.

He burst out laughing, while I straight up sobbed. He drew a bright bold flower and named it after my name, writing that his love for it would never die. He got me so emotional, I just wanted to leave, especially after all the horrible things I drew of him.

This crazy man seemed to love it. He said he was getting both paintings, framing them and hanging them in his house. He even invited me over but I said no. I can't go to his territory until I've forgiven him.

I'll so beg him to fuck me if I go there, knowing it would overwhelmingly smell and feel like him. I can't do it.

I apologized for the paintings as we took pictures for the gram. He said he'll forgive me if I kissed him. I walked away. He should keep his forgiveness.