Chapter 51

I knocked on the door and there was no answer so I went in and he was still snoozing under the covers. I shook my head. Never an early riser.

Pulling the curtains open, the sun brightly shined through the window causing him to stir and turn on his side so he wasn't facing the window. I rolled my eyes, "time to wake up!"

He groaned, grabbing a pillow with his eyes shut and covering his head. "Fućk off," he grumbled, his voice husky. I wasn't offended. Like I said, he wasn't an early riser and didn't like being woken up by someone so early in the morning. It was around eight o'clock.

"Vin - boss," I corrected myself, "it's time to wake up. .unless you're sleeping in this Saturday?"

"I might just sleep in. ." He mumbled, almost to himself. He abruptly sat up, leaning against his headboard and looking at me with a weird look. "Why the hell are you up?"

Feeling awkward, I replied by saying, "I have to work, don't I?"

"No. You're supposed to be resting," he responded in a hard tone which made me feel even more awkward.

"Sir," I said politely as he rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry for the inappropriate behaviour yesterday-"

"Inappropriate?" He scoffed.

"-it won't happen again and I just want to resume my normal duties. Breakfast in bed?"

"Mia, can't we just. ." He sighed before shaking his head and looking away. I bit my lip, having a feeling of what he wanted to say. "I'm gonna take a shower. Come back in half an hour with some breakfast."

I nodded, leaving the room. Once I closed the door, I sighed, going downstairs to prepare his food. I checked on the children who seemed to be okay, laughing at a funny cartoon character on the television. I couldn't help but smile too. Matteo had fallen asleep so I tucked him in more into his blanket.

Half an hour passed quicker than I thought it would. I carried a tray with food and orange juice and knocked on the door. "Come in."

I walked in to see him putting on his shirt. Vincenzo sat on his bed and I passed him his food as he thanked me. "Enjoy your food," I said, about to leave when he said, "sit with me."

I bit my lip, hesitant. That's when I remembered the rules and regulations.

Must do all boss says.

I slipped off my shoes and sat beside him, keeping some distance between us. "Want some?" He asked but I shook my head, "not hungry, but thanks."

Why are you so polite, Mia?

I played with my hands but stopped when he said, "do you remember that time when I made you dinner but you turned out to be allergic to the food?" I chuckled automatically, remembering that time. It was an Italian soup that I couldn't quite remember. "My lips swelled so bad!" I said, laughing with him.

"Kim K lips gone wrong." I laughed, shaking my head. "Then you tried some and you turned out to be allergic too!" He laughed harder, causing me to as well. "God, to this day I still can't figure out where I went wrong."

I shook my head, smiling widely at he old memory. I sighed as he finished eating. He placed the tray on the side and gazed at me longingly. "Mia, what do I have to do to make it right?" I blinked at him. He sounded so pitiful, sad.

I wasn't even sure myself.

I shrugged, standing up and taking the tray before leaving the room to wash the dishes.

I opened a cupboard and found of bottle of alcohol.

It wouldn't hurt to have some. .

I stumbled back upstairs to ask him what he wanted me to do today but he stopped me by saying, "God, Mia." I furrowed my eyebrows as he lifted my chin and inspected my neck. "We're going to the hospital." I moved my head away and shook it. "No, I'm fine."

"It's not a choice, let's go."

I scoffed, "no. Stop making decisions for me. I'm not a child. I said I'm not going. I'm fine."

"Mia," he warned, taking my arm, trying to lead me out the room but I yanked it away, frustrated. "Are you drunk?"

"Why can't you just leave me alone? I'll go wherever the hell I want to go, I don't need you making me do stuff I don't want to because I certainly didn't give you the right," I ranted, feeling upset all of a sudden. I had no idea what was going on with me. I felt angry for some reason.

"You can't tell me what to do, Vincenzo. You're acting like James!"

"Don't compare me to that son of a biîtch!" He snapped, getting angry too.

"I just did. Why don't you cry about it to one of your sluts?" I snapped back, not knowing why I was trying to pick a fight. My neck was bad, I knew. I saw it while I was getting ready but it didn't hurt. I understood that he was just trying to help me but he was pissing me off for some reason.

Maybe it was the alcohol.

How many glasses again? Two. No. .maybe three. .shît. .

"Oh," he scoffed, "so that's what this is all about. I thought you said we were over."

"We are," I said angrily, "but you don't need to rub it in my face. I get it, ok? How would you feel if I was making out with every one of your men whenever you were around?"

"Nothing because we aren't together."

I scoffed, "you and I both know that you were beat the hell out of them."

"Don't be so-"

"Nothing because we aren't together."

"You know what," I said, feeling annoyed. "I can't be bothered with this. I don't even know why we're arguing." I turned and left the room, wondering why I was getting so worked up for no reason.