An Italian’s Escort Lover

Flashback Continues…

Phoebe Point of View

Hmm, why is my head feeling so light?

Woah, I feel well rested and well spent all thanks to Nicco. I thought he would leave me after making love once but I didn’t know he is an insatiable monster.

Heavens, I wonder where he get such energy from.

“You are smiling again?” I heard his hoarse just-woke-up voice which did things in my stomach. It has been two days and we are still in bed and credit goes to Nicco who is teaching me love making skills and positions so skillfully that even a novice like me understood the depth of seduction.

Two days… Oh God!

I don’t know how he managed to feed me in the bed when he did not even leave me and I did not even see any servants in his penthouse.

“You are awake.” I stated moving out of his arms to flex my muscles. My body is so stiff from all the tumbling, not to forget how twisted I had to curve my body every time he was trying something new with me.

“I was hit by bright light suddenly which woke me up. I thought it was mid day sun but realized that it came from someone in my arms who smiled widely.” I raised my eyebrows up and down at his impressive dialogue.

Oh, so he is now practicing flirting with me. Not bad. I almost, almost smiled at his pick up line but controlled myself.

“Well, your pick up lines won’t work on me. I’m still angry at you so it’s better you don’t tick my fury.” I answered a little arrogantly, hiding my smile. I did not forgive him for stranding me all those months. I suffered a lot because of him and I agree he suffered too but I am not going to forgive him that easily.

What worse is, he doesn’t even tell me the reason for what he did. One thing is clear, he did not avoid me for what foolish act I did and when I asked him the reason, he ignored me and indulged me with bed activities.

Such a sly man!

I looked over to him again and stood up from bed feeling very weak in the lower part of my body. My legs shook a little and there was a stinging ache in my lover stomach.

Oh my, I’m so sore!

“Bella” He sighed and opened his arms for me. “Come here.” He ordered, expecting me to come to him as ordered. I shook my head in defiance and continued to walk over to the closet to dress myself in some simple shirt.

Once I’m back in a shirt, Nicco gazed up at me and called me to him again but this time, I went him not able to ignore his serious look.

When I was safely wrapped in his arms, he kissed my forehead and sighed long. “I was ten years only when my mother died in an accident, I was so heartbroken. I was looking for my father to lend his shoulder to cry but I found him nowhere. My mother’s dead body was on hospital bed and I was alone with her, didn’t know what to do.” He looked so sad and his voice thinned in emotion. His arms tightened their hold me which I didn’t mind.

“Where was your father, then?” I asked cautiously as I observed hardness in his tone whenever he mentioned his father.

“With one of his mistress. He was not a very great guy even while growing up. When my grandpa had a heart stroke for the first time, he immediately called for our family lawyer to make a will before something happened to him. Since my uncle was the eldest son, grandpa made him the next chairman leaving my father under my uncle’s care.” He continued having a lost look on his face.

It seemed like he is lost in the past.

“My father didn’t like it. Being at the mercy of my uncle, he hated it so he made an argument with my ailing grandpa, demanding him to give him equal rights on the Russo Empire. My father was still young and did not had any business exposure at that time so grandpa wanted him to learn the ropes first and then attain a high position but my father did not see the reasoning my grandpa presented. He started demanding half of the Russo wealth.” A dry smile formed on his lips.

He gazed down at me and took a lock of my hair, playing with it distractingly. “You don’t have to tell me, Nicco. This is something very personal to you and a disturbing past. Please stop.” I said cupping his face and kissing his lips. He had mixed emotions in eyes and I can see that he was very badly affected by whatever transmitted in his family.

“No, I have to tell you what happened to tell you why I had to leave you. Please listen to me.” He requested me continuing with his story. “Grandpa was in a sensitive health condition at that time and uncle tried so much to stop my father but he created a mess out of the whole situation demanding his rights from grandpa to the point where grandpa slipped in unconscious due to another major heart stroke and finally lost his life.” A tear rolled down from his eyes which he wiped it off.

My heart broke at his depressed face. His father must have hurt them so much. I did not talk anything and just sat there beside him and patted his hand in assurance.

I wanted to tell him I am there with him and will stay as his support but he was too immersed in narration so I did not have the heart to interrupt him.

“After Grandpa funeral, grandma gave away half of the inheritance that my father asked for and cut off him from the family. My father was happy though, because he got what he wanted. Years later, he met my mother and married her and they soon had me. He was always with business and always went to trips leaving mom and me at home. You know Bella, my mom was somewhat like you, very sweet and caring who cannot hurt even a fly. Father did marry her surely but couldn’t give her the love she needed. After I was born, I heard my mother talk of my father’s family every now and then but was unfortunate to not meet them. Until I turned ten, my mom was always there with me supporting me through thick and thin even though she was hurting due to my father.”

Tears rolled down my eyes when I imagined his mother having to take care of herself and her son alone when his father was being selfish only thinking about himself and his business. It must have pained them so much.

“Mom was coming to pick me up from school that evening and on the way, she was hit by the truck with a drunken driver. I was waiting for her in the school and the authorities rushed me towards hospital without telling me anything. By the time I went there, she was already dead and her body was placed on a stretcher for her family visitations.” His eyes brimmed with tears but this time, he did not wipe them off. He let them flow with his emotions.

I hugged him tightly and patted his back. I whispered work of condolence and tried to calm him down.

“I called my father but he did not care to pick the calls up. Cops arrived and tried to contact my father which was futile as well. I did not want to leave my mother in the hands of stranger to cremate her so I held her to me tightly waiting for my father to come. I was left alone with my dead mother in the hospital for two days but I did not receive any message from him. I didn’t know what to do, I was just ten and I saw the real volume of pain and betrayal at such a sensitive situation. Two days later, a very nice cop got hold of my grandma’s contact number and contacted her about the situation.”

I cannot fathom the inner battle a ten old went through all alone feeling lost and helpless. No amount of tears can wash away such grief that he had experienced.

Niccolo looked at me with sadness filled eyes and hugged me closer proceeding further.

“Grandma was in Italy at that time so she asked uncle to take care of the situation before she arrives. A person who looked like father reached hospital with a lady by his side. The cops explained him the situation and when he asked his men to look for whereabouts of my father, he came to know that he was having his leisure time with his mistress in Greece.” He laughed humorlessly but the fire, the anger in his eyes which flamed up with just a thought of his father explains how much he hates that man.

If I know who his father is, I will not care about the consequences and just kill him with my own bare hands.

That person is not a human at all. I wish I had the power to curse, If I can I want to curse him to undergo the agony Nicco went, ten folds more. I wish one day Nicco gets the power to crush that man emotionally, mentally and physically.

“Ssh, it’s okay. We will talk about this later.” I whispered and hugged his head close to my chest and ran my hand through his hair, massage his head slowly. He shook his head and went on to tell what happened later.

But I did not understand how his past is related to leaving me…Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

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