Asshole!

ALESSIA'S POV

With shaky hands, I was able to stop the bleeding and dress his injured stomach.

I have not even the slightest idea why he came to my apartment while he was bleeding instead of going to the hospital. I just couldn't understand why.

I laid him on my bed and lay beside him, our faces, just an inch away from each other.

I continued staring at his unconscious face for as long as I could remember until I fell asleep also.

But when I woke up, he was nowhere to be found.

I creased my brows, as I got down from the bed to check my bathroom if he was there.

I couldn't find him anywhere, so I assumed he had already left while I was asleep.

Relief and anger washed over me.

I was relieved that he was okay, and also angry that he couldn't even appreciate my effort to save his damn life.

An hiss escaped my lips, as I rolled my eyes, took off my pyjamas, heading towards the bathroom to take a cool bath.

I was done within a few minutes and ready to head to work.

The anger still harboure