“Cállate, pendejo.”He just grins at him, and I return it with a disgusted look on my face.
“I’m going to go pack now because you just sent me on the most dreadful trip of my life.”
“You said that wrong. You mean your future is in front of your eyes.” I walk away, turning my back to him. He can shove that love story up his ass. I will never have sex with or even kiss Mr. Donatello again.
“I wonder how many kids you’ll have. Let me think. Five, probably to keep the Donatello legacy alive. I can just imagine you in a mama van.”
I raise my middle finger up in the air and just before I walk out, I hear Xavier laughing in the background.
I hear a knock on my door just as I’m in the middle of an episode of The Karlssons. Who knew they would tell E! network to fuck-off and move to Hulu?
“I’m about to see how Kam reacted to her ex-husband obliterating her boyfriend, Peter Davis, on social media. So, whoever is at the door, would you kindly fuck off?”
“Ragazza, we’re leaving now.” I almost break my neck as it snaps in the direction of the sound. Is he serious? I stare at the door for a few minutes, hoping he’ll get bored and leave.
“Get the fuck up now before I knock this door down.” I groan out loud and get up, twisting the door open. I see him look behind me. My clothes are practically everywhere around my room.
What? I’m indecisive.
“I told you to be ready in forty-five minutes,” he says in annoyance.
“I thought you were just saying that to appease Xavier. I was under the impression that you were joking.”
“I never joke.”
“Well, that’s the only truth I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.”
“Yes, and the fact that I told you I had a big dick.”
“You may be well endowed, but just by saying that you’ve shrunk your dick down five inches.” I hold up my index finger and thumb, leaving a miniscule space in between them. Bringing my hand to eye level, I squint to make the whole gesture hurt his ego more. He slaps my hand away.
“Pack. Now.”
“So you’ve apparently turned into my father?” He pushes past me, grabbing all my clothes and throwing them onto the bed. He starts folding them.
“You were serious?” I groan, slapping my palm against my head.
“Isn’t that obvious, Ale?”
“Don’t call me that, it’s too casual.”
“What we did yesterday was far from casual. Or professional.”
“You told me that was a one-time thing.”
“It was,” he reaffirms.
“So, why are you speaking to me so casually?”
“Because I’ve seen you naked.” His hand gestures up and down my body. He gives me a look, one that makes up for undressing me all over again with his eyes.
“So what? I’ve seen you naked and I still call you Mr. Donatello.”
“That’s a choice you’ve made. Now come help me pack your things so I can show you around Italy the right way.” We have a stare down for a few seconds before I back down and throw my hands up.
“You’re going to at least let me finish the episode while we pack.” I pick up the control and Kam’s crying starts sounding through the speakers again.
“Dear god, she sounds like a dying walrus.” His Italian accent messes with the word walrus. I want to laugh, but I wouldnever.