I spent the better half of the day sleeping and eating. I also spent it with Leonardo and we just sat in each other's embrace, laughed and talked at times, but mostly we were silent. I was really surprised when he told me to get dressed because he just wanted to get some fresh air.
I agreed because I needed some fresh air as well. I needed to get out his bedroom but most importantly, I just wanted to leave his mansion because I felt suffocated- suffocated by the thought of Salvatore.
Whenever Leonardo tells me he needs to get some fresh air, we're usually just going to be cruising around in his car, with the windows down and just drive and drive until he gets tired. So this time I saw no need to dress up for it.
So I just borrowed one of his hoodies and wore a pair of shorts, deciding against shoes or even doing anything with my hair. I didn't even put on a wig because I had the hoodie covering my hai
"Salvatore," I breathed out as I looked up at him. Even though I saw him over 24 hours ago, it felt like I hadn't seen him in years. Sadly, I'd missed him.I looked over his features, finding myself getting lost in his dark and evil eyes that pierced into my soul.
I didn't want to, I really didn't but for the first time since I've become Unicorn, I wanted to cry. I wanted to break down and sob because I had this little bit of hope that he would actually stay. After everything that we did last night, I opened up my heart for him. I let him in, in ways that I've never let anyone else into my life.
After that fateful day, things went back to normal. It was like Salvatore was a storm who came and caused wreckage in our lives and the second that he left, Leonardo and I picked up the pieces and rebuilt whatever we had before.Life went back to normal, I went back to being Unicorn, the real Unicorn and Leonardo went back to being Leonardo. We fell back into our old routine of not being in each other's way unless he called for me. It's been two weeks since then, and I've fallen back into my daily routine.Except today, Leonardo and I were going to check on some of his shipment and distribute it while we're at the harbour. Just like we used to do before, I'm sitting in the driver's seat of his Rolls Royce Sweptail, driving towards one of his many private harbours and he's sitting in the passenger seat, peacefully drinking his brandy as he looks out of his window.I'
Am I sweating? Oh God, I think I'm sweating. Why the fuck am I breathing so loud? Do I have a booger up my nose or what because I swear it sounds like a whistle? No ways, there's no way that I have a booger up there, I just took a shower and made sure I thoroughly cleaned myself. For crying out loud, I even blew my nose.Oh God, I hope I brushed my teeth properly and none of them are a little bit yellow or worse...bad breath.This is so stupid of me, why am I so damn nervous? I'm not afraid of this little girl, who was sitting across from me in the massive dining room, and watching me with scrutinizing eyes so I met her glare with the same intensity.I swear Benedetta is too adult for a child. In fact, she's not a child, she's a grown adult trapped in a little girl's body because she was making me feel nervous.I mean, what do I say to a child? Hello, do you like toys? What's your favou
I walked towards Leonardo's bedroom wanting to speak to him about my ammunition. I'd ran out of bullets yesterday morning and he hasn't replaced them and that to me is a very big issue because that hinders my training. I stood at his bedroom door hoping that I wouldn't walk into anything strange or R rated because I really just wanted to say what I needed to say and walk out.I pray he won't be in that sad mood, as much as I knew that I should let him be, he needs to man up. He's been locked up in his room for two days, he needs to pull his socks up and deal with what he did those years ago and let it go.I know that sounds rich coming from me, but how long will he hold this in? How long will he keep this burden of guilt? He should try to spend as much time with his daughter as possible and raise her to be the best that she can be.But hey, what do I know? I'm not i
"Shh, shh," I heard a giggle as I felt something being applied to my face and I fought to not open my eyes."She looks ridiculous," I heard Leonardo whisper to his daughter before they both burst out laughing in soft whispers as they continue their assault on my face."But you'll wake her up if you keep laughing, daddy, now hurry up and colour her nose red," I heard Benedetta scold her father before she burst into a fit of giggles.I've been awake since the very moment they both decided to wake up and conspired to make me look like a clown. I would've told them I was awake but I wanted to see if they had the guts to do what they were planning on doing and it turns out, they do.I've been patiently lying here with my eyes closed and breathing laboured to make sure they believe that I'm fast asleep. I felt too bad to wake up now since they were both so excited to do this together.
The two were still sucking up to me and apologizing because even two days later my face was still marked. Of course it wasn't as dark as it was before, but it was taking way longer to come off even though I was bathing and scrubbing my face close to four times a day.I was milking their guilt though. Breakfast in bed, I don't have to lift a finger for anything in the house and Leonardo has dismissed me from doing any kind of work. So this is like the vacation I've always needed but never got the chance to ask for."It seems to be coming off a whole lot now," Leonardo said as he and Bennie watched me eat the breakfast that they brought for me. Yes, I call her Bennie now, because her full name is a mouthful and she seems to really like the nickname because even Leonardo is calling her Bennie so it's clearly catchy."You look a lot better," Bennie agreed with her father and I shrugged as I looked at the two, s
I know I should be keeping my distance but Arrigo refuses to let me. I should be in my room, sleeping or watching some documentary, not in Arrigo's massive kitchen with Bennie and him, while dressed in pyjamas, laughing hysterically as we decorate cupcakes and cookies that the chef had made for this particular activity."Really?" Bennie asked her father as she looked at his decorated cupcake and cookie.We were playing this silly game where Arrigo and I had to decorate a cupcake and a cookie to the best of our ability and Bennie would be the judge of it.The winner gets bragging rights and one of Bennie's sashes."What is this?" she asked her father, standing with her hands on her hips as she peered down at her father condescendingly. She was standing on the kitchen island so that she seemed superior wearing a chef's hat and white