After cutting Angelo's cake and dinner, the party has died down a little.

Why the fuck did i have to say that. I cant just shut up. She looked offended and confused. Ofcourse she was confused it was completely idiotic.

Now im standing like a pathetic loser thinking about the flash of shock and confusion i saw in her fucking beautiful eyes. What is wrong with me.

I scan the hall and spot her at the bar. She looks so fucking good. A fucking goddess. The dress is hugging her curvy ass and making me crazy.

I watch as Bryce walks over to her and they start talking. She laughs at something he said. What the fuck is wrong with him.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I clench my jaw and fists watching as they continue talking.

"Dude, honestly just go talk to her" i hear Stephano.

"Fuck off, anyway, even if i wanted to, i blew it" i say to him as i continue watching her.

"how?" he asks me. I tell him what I said and he scoffs.

"youre dumb as fuck big bro" he says and i roll my eyes. "She's the nicest girl ive ever met Nick, if you like her, dont push her away in your regular Niccolo way" he says patting my shoulder and walking away.

I dont know why, but ive always had trouble with intimacy. If i sleep with some girl, i have to have her out of bed in the next hour, or if its not my apartment, then i leave as soon as im dressed. Its not really anything deep, i just dont ever feel that connection.

And i wouldnt even consider this pussy ass thought, but ive seen Alessandro turn from a playboy like me, to this incredibly whipped man, who i cant deny, is so fucking loyal its funny.

I sigh and look over at her again, but rage takes over me as i see his face in her fucking neck. I look at her face and she looks uncomfortable. Fuck. I storm over to them.

"Get off of her" i say making him look at me.

"Dude, what the fuck" he says. I dont look at him, im looking at Aria.

"I want to talk to you"

ARIA'S POV

"I want to talk to you" he says in his deep, gruff voice and thick italian accent. I furrow my eyebrows. When i make no move, he gently grabs my hand pulling me with him. I squeak.

"Mr. De'Marco it would be best if you let go of my hand please." i say as we reach a secluded spot. This makes him abruptly stop.

"My name is Niccolo"

"We're not on first name basis, Mr. De'Marco" i say to him with some sass. Sure Bryce was in my space and im thankful he interrupted, i could have done it myself.

"Yes we are, you told me your name last night and i told you mine" he says. What?

"Fortunately, i dont remember much from last night im sorry you do though, you must hate being forced to do something then also have to remember it." i say sarcastically. He sighs.

"Aria" he husks. Oh my. My name sounds good in that voice. "I didn't mean to say what i did, if you ask Alaia, you'd find that i actually offered to drop you home" ok i didn't know that.

"Than why did you have to be a jerk?" i ask bluntly.

"I-" he pauses. "Why was that man whore sucking on your neck?" he asks in a rough tone. What. The. Actual. F-

"You are no one to insult me, again and again, im not your employee, or your slave and not that its any of your business but he was whispering, its called intimacy and you clearly do not understand what that is" i burst. How dare he. I storm off looking for Alaia.

Once i spot her, i walk over.

"Im going home" i tell her and she turns.

"Why?" she asks, looking worried.

"Nothing, just tired, i have work tomorrow, thankyou, ill call you" i say and walk out of the hall. I go into the house and grab my bag then head out.

Im literally gonna have to walk like an hour before i can call a cab. This place is hidden like a magical land. I start walking but i hear someone call my name, I turn to see him. Oh joy, more mean stuff.

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