Chapter 136: Take Me Home

Trina's POV

We headed to our next fun activity. He took me to the amusement park. I absolutely loved it. I loved it so much I was so happy. He got us snacks like ice cream and chocolates and I ate to my heart's content.

At one point we met fans and after taking pictures, they started urging us to kiss. So insane. I said no, but Giovanni absolutely abused that situation. He kissed me. A peck, but he did.

The fans smiled and went away, and I was just so angry.

“Learn to respect me.” I warned him.

“From today, I promise to. I'm sorry.”

I turned to face him, not expecting that at all.

“You really mean that?”

“Yes. I will control myself, give you your space and everything you want.” He sounded…genuine, and that made me uncomfortable as someone who had no idea what she wanted.

The whole excitement weirdly died and slowly we opted for home. He told me he had date night set up earlier and I should wear something fancy but I wondered if that was still on at this point.

He seemed to be full of regret, like he was already deciding in his mind to completely step back. I wasn't ready to lose him again, honestly. The second we got in the car and he was about to kick in the ignition, I slapped his hands off and grabbed him by the collar to me.

I crashed my lips against his. I felt the initial shock and trust me, it lasted for a crazy while before he recovered and immediately started devouring me right back. We kissed for what felt like hours, it was full of yearning, so intense. I was giving him all I got at this point.

“I can't give you your space like this…” He groaned, an arm wrapped around my waist, trying to get me closer. I shook my head like it was the worst thing in the world.

“I don't want space Vanni. I don't want it, not from you. Don't give me space.” I desperately and shamelessly begged.

“Come with me to my place.” He ordered in a whisper. It sounded dangerous, it held promises, terrifying and also delicious promises.

“Will you fuck me?” I shamelessly asked, not sure what I wanted or was expecting to happen.

“Mercilessly.” He sucked on my tongue aggressively, he kept kissing me although we were losing air at this point.

“Okay.” It was all I could say. We fought and tried our best to get off each other and we eventually won, but it almost took forever.

Emotions were high, tension thick in the air, hotness spread across my soul, but I had to be patient and not be a depraved animal. No, I simply could not jump this man driving.

I calmed down and after a while, we arrived at his place. I didn't recognize it. I was too busy lusting to even realize. He parked, ready to get down.

“You moved?” I asked, breathing way too fast.

“Yes.” He had gotten down, rounding the car, reaching me.

“When?” Don't get me started on flustering. I was at the peak.

“Last year.”

“Why?” He grew exhausted.

“God, Trina. Shut up.” He carried me out in bridal style, and we were back to locking lips as he led us through the front door.

He was about to drop me on the couch but changed mind, talking about how it won't be enough, so we headed up stairs, so darn hot for each other we were burning.

We reached his room where he finally threw me on his bed and quickly mounted me.

He pressed both of my wrists over my head with both of his, and he kissed me deeply. He took my dress off, I took his shirt off. I took everything off.

He was so hard I started crying because I felt sudden disrespect cling onto me.

He still hadn't apologized or explained anything, and I had gotten to his bed like I said I wouldn't. I felt stupid, like shit so I stopped kissing him. He stopped when he noticed, asking me what the matter was.

I hated him.

“I told you sleeping with you was the last thing I would do but you didn't care. You really don't act like you respect me, and I'm getting sick of it.”

“Trina–”

“No. Take me home. I want home, and I don't want you visiting anymore. I want you staying away, and maybe never seeing me again. I moved on, I was fine before you suddenly came back in to hurt me, and I've told you countless times that you're hurting me. What you're doing is not fair.” I was a sobbing naked mess, it was crazy.

Giovanni nodded like he understood. Asshole until the very end.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay? Sure, let's do all of that, let's get you home.” He let me get dressed again and he also got dressed. He seemed sad. I don't care, he's not ready to tell me what I want to hear and he's not even addressing it.

“Can we at least have that one last date? Just that one, then I promise I'll never show up in front of you again.”

Why couldn't you completely be the man of my dreams? You're at like, ninety nine percent…I thought to myself. It sucked. Well I had fun and all, a couple of kisses, but it's time to focus.

“I don't know. I'll let you know what I decide.” I said, moving out. I didn't even care for the house. I could afford to fall for something else that concerned him at this point.

“It's for tonight.”

“Yeah, hours away. Take me home.”

The drive home is pretty quiet, and when I arrived, he drove off then I got into a bath to calm my nerves. I had the best time today. I really did. Oh well. Maybe I should tell the fans we broke up. God they'll call me an ice queen again. I was deeply conflicted.

I took a nap and woke up right on time to decide if I wanted to consider that date. There had been no desperate calls or texts from him, and I'm not sure I liked that even though he was doing good by staying away like I said he should.

So I called. Why not? Just one last date where I'll try to get over him the whole time and say our goodbyes after. It sounded great.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” Oh Giovanni.

“Come pick me up in an hour.”

“Yes your royal highness.”

I ended the call and rushed in for a quick shower. I only applied light makeup so I didn't stress. I wore a longer black dress, and it looked so grand. I paired it with red heels and put my hair up in a bun. I looked like a princess and I knew it.

I was ready. Exactly an hour later, and the bell was rung. I went to get it to see the man wearing a suit, his hair styled, he was looking pressed and worshipped.

He just stared me down, he didn't have a word, but I had all the words in my mouth to say about his looks.

“You look…dashing..”

“You look like a princess..”

We said in unison and smiled. He did nothing else as I let him in.