Chapter 75 Don't dare touch me
Someone pounded on my bedroom door waking me up from my deep slumber. I groaned and stuffed my face back into the pillow to block out the sound coming from the door. The knocking intensified, whoever it was, didn't really have much patience.
I sat up and glanced at the wall clock. It was only six o'clock in the morning. I rubbed my eyes to rid of the grogginess, tossed the duvet aside, got to my feet, and headed for the door. I opened it and was met with an unknown face. She was wearing the uniform the household help used to wear.
"What?" I asked.
"Don Alessandro had requested you to freshen up and wear this before you come downstairs."
Frowning, I took the clothes from her and noticed that they were gym clothes. I heaved a sigh, I liked it better when I could say no to him but I dug my own grave when I promised him that I'd listen to him and follow his rules but that's all there was to it.
I'm not the same girl who had a massive crush on him.
I closed the bedroom door and glanced at my bed with longing before going to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, showered, dried my hair, and changed into the clothes Alessandro had sent for me. It was a sports bra and tights. The clothes clung to my body like a second skin, I had never worn any gym clothes or done any kind of exercise. I have no idea what Alessandro wanted from me, or why suddenly he wanted me to work out at six in the morning.
I hadn't fully healed yet, the dull ache in my stomach was still there. My jaw and nose had healed quite remarkably but sometimes I still get very bad headaches.
I headed downstairs and followed the delicious smell of breakfast that filled the room. I stopped in the doorway and I saw Alessandro making breakfast. He was only wearing black track pants with a gun tucked in the back. His naked strong, muscular back was exposed while his chest was covered with an apron as he flipped some pancakes onto the plates.
"Had enough sleep?" he asked, he still hadn't turned to look at me but somehow knew I was standing in the doorway.
Does he also have eyes on the back of his head?
"Nope," I said and settled on the kitchen island seat.
"Well, get used to it," he drawled.
A crinkle appeared between my brows. "Why?"
He placed a plate before me and sat in the seat next to mine after he had taken the apron off. I may have learned to control my stupid hormones around him but his bare chest is very distracting. He put some blueberries on top and then poured maple syrup over my pancakes. I stabbed a fork into the soft pancakes and almost moaned at how delicious they were.
"I'm going to train you."
I choked and started to cough violently. He let out an amused breath and gave his head a gentle shake. He filled a glass of water and handed it to me. I gulped down the whole glass in one go, my eyes watered and I cleared my throat to get rid of the scratchiness that was left behind.
"Train me? For what?"
"So that you can defend yourself. For some reason, if I'm not around to protect you-if I'll train you-l will know that you'd put up a good fight."
The color drained from my face. "You mean if I ever get kidnapped again?"
"No, I did not say that."
I continued eating while he did the same. I was still not done when he picked up both of our plates and threw the rest of the food into the garbage can.
"I wasn't done eating," I snapped.
"You were taking too long."
I rolled my eyes and got off the chair. As I was about to walk out of the kitchen, I was pulled back by my hair. I winced as Alessandro fisted my hair from the back of my head before he made a makeshift ponytail and wrapped a band around it.
From where did he get a band to tie my hair?
"Tomorrow, I want your hair to be tightly combed back, understood?" I nodded as his grip still hadn't loosened from my hair. "Words, Natalya?"
I swallowed. "Yes..."
He slapped my butt and pushed me ahead as he walked behind me. I scowled at him from over my shoulder.
"Don't touch me!"
"Come on, let's go to my gym."
I furrowed my eyebrows. "You also have a gym? Why haven't I seen it before?"
"Glad to know that there are still some rooms in this house that you haven't messed with."
I frowned. What was he insinuating? My mind instantly went back to that day when he-a sharp stinging slap against my ass made me jump again. I placed a hand over my butt and slightly rubbed it, looking at my butt from over my shoulder. I noticed how big my ass looked in those tights.
"Don't think about anything stupid"
"I wasn't," I replied, with a deep frown.
"Yeah? Tell me that your mind didn't go back to that night when I said a bunch of shit to you while I was drunk?"
God, now he could read minds too?
Was he psychic?
Did he have superpowers that I was unaware of?
I rolled my eyes and repeated his words. "My mind didn't go back to that night when you said a bunch of shit to me while you were drunk, and stop freaking touching me!"
His heated gaze lit up with dark amusement, and the corner of his lips turned upwards. He walked past me making sure to shove me to the side while doing so. I huffed and followed behind him.
"You realize this is the first time you ever said a curse word?"
"Did I?"
"You said shit," he pointed out.
I didn't even notice that I did. I didn't even notice that it was the first time I ever said a curse word out loud.
"I don't like it," he added.
"What?" I pointed at myself. "Me saying a curse word?"
"Yes," he simply said as he pushed open the gym door.
"I only repeated your words," I said to him as we entered the spacious gym. "Also, go worry about your fiancée's cursing habits, not mine!"
It's the first time I have ever been to a gym. I gawked around at different kinds of fitness equipments. I wouldn't even know where to start. Alessandro walked to the other corner and I ran behind him. I can't believe I am intimidated by fitness equipment.