♥ Chapter 53♥

Isabella Conti

Friday

Two Weeks Later

During these two weeks, I dedicated myself solely to practicing the dance. Although I picked it up quickly at first, accidents kept happening: I fell and hurt my elbow, hit my forehead on the ground. But I kept pushing myself because I want to surprise Alessio, to show him how much I’ve been trying for him. Initially, I was hesitant, but I started to enjoy dancing. I felt lighter and freer; I never knew dancing could be so good.

I also had some issues at work. Since I was wearing heels during practice, my feet were quite sore the next day. Accidentally, I ended up spilling a tray of food on a customer because my feet gave way.

I continued making small mistakes, like giving the wrong change because I was too distracted, thinking too much. I got scolded by my boss. During these two weeks, I had no contact with Alessio. I sent a message asking how he was, but received no reply. I’m afraid he might be angry. During the time I spent with him, I learned a bit about his nature, his desire to have me always near. Being away for two weeks must have made him very upset.

Moreover, every morning, I have to rush to the bathroom to throw up. This happens every day, but for the rest of the day, I’m fine, with no nausea or any other symptoms. It’s quite strange and worrying. Sometimes, I think I might be pregnant, but it seems impossible because I had my period normally last week. So, I can’t be pregnant, right?


Today, I took the day off because I’m finally going to see him after these two weeks. Last Sunday, Sophia, Gabi, and I went shopping to buy a sexy outfit for the dance. These two weeks were enough to bring us even closer. Although Sophia was already my friend, we weren’t that close. But now, after spending this time together, she and Gabi have become great friends of mine. I’m very happy to have such wonderful friends.


Yesterday, Sophia said I was ready, so I took this day off. I’m anxious and nervous, but also determined to surprise Alessio with all my effort.


Right now, I’m in the taxi, on my way to Alessio’s mansion. I’m very nervous, carrying a bag with some clothes, the sexy outfit the girls bought, and the heels. Before leaving, Sophia, who slept over last night, helped me get ready, along with Gabi. They did my hair and simple makeup. I took a long shower and shaved. It’s ten o'clock in the morning, and my anxiety didn’t allow me to wait until the evening to see him.


I take several deep breaths, my heart beating so fast I feel a flutter in my stomach. I’ve never been this nervous in my life. But I hope Alessio likes the surprise. I miss him so much. During these weeks, I’ve been dreaming about him, about our kisses, his affectionate way, his scent. Ah, I really miss him a lot.


“We’re here, miss.” The driver’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts.


“Right, thank you. Here’s the money.” I pay him and step out of the taxi, observing the imposing mansion in front of me.


I’m here again. I hope Alessio likes the surprise. I approach the gate, and the guard looks at me with such surprise that I’m even more perplexed to see him sigh with relief.


Relief? What does that mean?


He quickly opens the gate.


“Ma’am, it’s so good to see you after so long. Glad you’re back.” I don’t understand why he’s reacting this way.


“Right.” I reply, unable to say more.


“Our master isn’t here at the moment, but I will let him know you’re here. You may enter.” I nod.


As I step inside, memories flood back. The opulence of the mansion, the atmosphere charged with power and secrecy—it all feels both familiar and intimidating. I walk through the grand entrance, my heart racing even more.


The guard escorts me to a lounge area, offering me a seat. I sit down, clutching my bag tightly, trying to calm my nerves. The anticipation of seeing Alessio again is almost overwhelming.


“Would you like something to drink, ma’am?” the guard asks politely.


“No, thank you,” I reply, my voice trembling slightly.


I sit there, waiting, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The silence in the room feels heavy, almost suffocating. I hope Alessio isn’t too angry with me. I hope he understands why I needed this time to prepare something special for him.


Minutes pass, and the tension inside me grows. I glance around the room, taking in the luxurious decor, trying to distract myself. But all I can think about is Alessio, and how he will react when he sees me.


My God, what is happening here? Why is everyone acting like this? What happened while I was away?

Minutes pass like hours, each second marked by the muffled sound of my heart beating. I'm so nervous that I can taste the bitter anxiety rising in my throat, threatening to make me vomit. The silence in the room is crushing, every small noise amplified by my growing tension.

Suddenly, the door is thrown open with brutal force, snapping me out of my stupor. I jump off the couch, my wide eyes fixed on the figure entering. Alessio. The mere sight of him makes my heart race even more.

Instinctively, a smile forms on my lips, but it dies almost instantly when I see the expression on his face. The cutting coldness in his eyes, now dark pools of ice, transforms the atmosphere. His presence becomes suffocating, an overwhelming aura that fills the room, making the air feel heavy and hard to breathe.

A sense of dread crawls down my spine. Something is terribly wrong. Alessio advances, each step loaded with palpable tension that reverberates in the silence. I try to find my voice, but it seems lost in the confusion of emotions overwhelming me.

He stops in front of me, his eyes piercing into mine with an intensity that almost makes me recoil. The coldness of his expression is a violent contrast to the turmoil of emotions within me. My vanished smile now seems like a distant dream, replaced by a fear that threatens to consume me.

"Alessio?" I call his name, feeling my heart race with fear. "A-Are you okay?" I try to muster the courage to raise my hand to his face, but I'm paralyzed by fear.

He doesn't respond immediately. His eyes, cold and relentless, leave no room for doubt. The room seems to shrink around him, the overwhelming aura of his presence suffocating me.

"You managed to find time to see me now?" His voice is as cold as ice, cutting through the air between us.

My legs feel weak from his tone. His coldness is like a direct blow to my heart. I open my mouth to speak, but the words refuse to come out, stuck in my throat by panic and guilt.

He continues to stare at me, and the intensity of his gaze makes my stomach churn. I desperately try to formulate a response, but guilt and regret consume me. Have I hurt him that much? I thought I was doing something good for him, but I only pushed him away cruelly without giving any explanation.

"I... I wanted... to surprise you..." My voice is a trembling whisper, barely audible in the oppressive silence. "But I... I just pushed you away..."

My body trembles, not only with fear but with regret. Alessio's cold expression reflects how much I hurt him. Each second of silence feels like an eternity, and the pain in my chest becomes almost unbearable. I feel horrible now, trapped in a storm of emotions that threaten to drown me.

"What surprise? What surprise kept you away from me for two weeks? Tell me, Isabella! What is the surprise?" His harsh tone makes me swallow hard, the fear growing inside me.

I open my mouth to tell him but close it quickly. I can't just tell him after all this training. I take a deep breath, trying to find courage, and lift my eyes to meet his dark eyes that seem to probe my soul.

"I..." I take another deep breath, feeling the weight of the tension. "I will show you the reason I stayed away from you for two weeks."