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Gia stared at me then crossed her arms over her chest. “Why ask my nurse? You should just ask me.”
I smirked at her and retorted, “I would but I’m not wearing a helmet. I could get hurt.”
More giggles from the nurse.
Dropping her arms, Gia looked pissed now as she pointed to the restroom. “We are disturbing the patient. Let’s go in there and discuss this.”
I almost made another crack, like did she wish to be undisturbed while beating me senseless? Or have no witnesses to my tragic death. I kept my remarks to myself and my smirk hidden as I turned away. I suppose my curiosity had robbed me of my good sense. But if she had something to say, I wanted to hear it, even if it was more insults. I headed to the restroom, knowing I was probably about to be told off all over again. I did know I would either regret this or love it. When it came to this woman, there were only two speeds…Super sexy and super hateful. She also had only two temperatures: hot and icy fucking cold.
Chapter Twelve:Forgive Me?
Gia
I followed him in and shut the door behind us. A restroom wouldn’t usually be a place to meet for anyone, but this bathroom wasn’t built like most. It seemed to be more like a fancy large powder room or a lounge at a high end club. And unlike the other rooms, there weren’t any cameras, at least I hoped not. Looking upward, I glanced around at the ceiling.
“My father can be an asshole, but he’s not a sicko. So he wouldn’t put them in here,” Amadeo said as he shook his head.
I didn't reply as my cheeks heated up. He was right. I suppose I acted a bit too neurotic. But ever since I arrived here, the stress had gotten worse and worse. I admit that Amadeo had been pleasant and amusing when we took our walk out to the property. But otherwise, I had an axe waiting over my head, held there by Stephano Descalia.
At least, I wouldn’t be uncomfortable in close proximity due to the size of this room. I needed the extra space, because getting close to this man would be my downfall. I wished it wasn’t true. I wish I understood what happened two years ago. I thought I did understand. I believed he was the man who had messed up our lives. But if he had done what I thought, he must have changed a lot since then. This man just seemed so genuine and sweet. I couldn’t see a lie coming from him at all. He seemed to look everyone right in the eye and he never shifted away from any subject.
There were so many things to like about him. I would admit that. A great sense of humor. Wonderful manners and he treated people around him with kindness and consideration.Even ones he didn’t have to notice. Like the maids or housekeepers. I had watched him whenever they came into Deacon’s room to do their thing and he would even help them if they needed something. He greeted them by using their first names, a smile and some jokes. He even treated that strange butler Max with a joking manner, teasing him mercilessly while attempting to get him to smile. It never worked but Amadeo tried anyway.
I’d been in the kitchen once to get something and he had been there helping the plumber of all things. He got right down on the floor and helped with repairing a pipe underneath the double sink. He never hesitated. The plumber seemed used to it as he even called him Deo. He ended up getting all wet after the pipe burst, he laughed and helped the plumber up. He made jokes about it being a dish sink pipe and not a sewer line. He said the pipe had been giving them trouble but at least it gave them no shit. The plumber nodded and agreed as he laughed too. I do know that many of these estates didn’t have people in them as friendly as Amadeo. Then just a minute ago, he made Nurse Jocelyn laugh…again.
Damnit, he made people happy.
It all just didn’t equal up to what I knew about him. Then again, many vipers had that ability, didn’t they? To hide their real face until they got what they wanted. It had been a man like that who had destroyed my family. Someone who’d been responsible for the ending of a life. A man who’d taken my father’s peace and sanity away .
Staring at me, Amadeo said, “Ok, I’m ready.”
I stared back and asked, “For what?”
“My cussing out. Dressing down. You know, the usual.” He shrugged.
I slowly shook my head. “No, I wanted to…” I paused to think about what I needed to say. I stepped over and paced for a minute. Yes, the bathroom was as large as a spacious bedroom, so I could pace. After a minute, I halted and looked up at him.
His smile widened.
“What is so amusing?” I asked him.
“I admit, watching you pace is simply glorious.”
I paused. The flirtation in his voice and face…It never really let up. Even after the way I treated him. I stepped over to him and said, “I want to apologize for slapping you. I don’t know why I did that?”
He slowly shook his head at me. “I disagree. I think you knowexactlywhy. You just refuse to tell me why you hate me. Why you believe I am poison, a bad guy, untrustable.”
I took a deep breath as I made a good attempt to ignore his remarks and went on, “Well, there was no excuse in slapping you. Especially for just asking a question.”
He chuckled. “But I do deserve slapping for whatever crime I committed in the past that you find detestable?”
I raised my hand up at him and again ignored his questions. “I simply took it wrong and slapping you was uncalled for. Do you forgive me?”
“Do you forgive me?” he retorted.
I raised my head to look at him.
“I’m not kidding,” he added in a serious tone as his face showed the same seriousness. “I want forgiveness for whatever sin I committed, whenever it was.”
