Chapter 4 Si Bella

Chapter 4:

"So says the guy who was with a model and hadn't noticed me at all when I walked in."

"I did and you have an adorable laugh, and your dark browns light up when you are happy."

Remembering the color of the guy's eyes, and where she remembered them from she let go of him and he let her go but held her hand. She started feeling light headed and nauseous.

"You're the guy from the Market... Our paths cross again."

"Yes and you're the girl who knows how to sign. My feelings haven't changed, to come think of it I'm pretty sure after the kiss I want you, and I always get what I want."

"Is that so Azzuri?"

"Si bella. I like the name you just gave me. Blue."

"How sweet and you just called me beautiful. I bet you say that all the time to every girl"

"Dolcezza. mia. No."

"You know I sort of understand what you just said right?"

"Yes and you're the first girl that I have brought upstairs in a while..."

The elevator opened and they entered a space that was just breath taking. The room had teak wood flooring, a two way mirror that had a breath taking view of the city lit and as they walked through what she realized was a penthouse she was about to hit back with a back handed remark, until he put his hand on the small off her back setting off mini fireworks in her spine.

Cleo was in awe; from the lounge that was attached to the kitchen leading to the rest of the apartment. She was brought of her awe state when this Blue since she didn't know who his name was pulled her into the bathroom. Out of clever remarks and feeling a tad bit shy she wanted to open her mouth to say something about his décor style however she was feeling out of depth in a good way. She felt like she was in a dream, with the guy that had haunted her dreams since the day she laid eyes on him.

"Wow..."

The guy slid his jacket off Cleo gently and threw it in the woven laundry basket.

"Why do I get the feeling that; you wanted to say something else?"

"That's because I wanted to say something and well I am speechless."

Cleo felt warm and wet on her shoulder and knew what was coming and she didn't want to make it easy for Blue. Pulling herself back to herself she turned her back and started walking back the way she was led in, leaving Blue confused.

"I have to go. Thank you for tonight. I will get my shoulder checked at the nearest twenty four hour clinic. Its just a scrape"

Angelo stopped her by pulling her gently back towards the marble counter and facing her. He was 6'11 and looked like a fitness model. Cleo was 5'11 and she looked curvy and fit.

"Trust me."

Lifting her up back on the counter, Cleo saw no point in protesting or trying to run away.

"I barely even know you Blue. I'm sore, scared, tired and my head is spinning."

"My name is Angelo. Give me a chance. Please?"

"Cleo... What is it about you that makes me want to run."

"You're afraid if you let go and give in you'll get hurt. Your eyes give you away. I'm not him."

"I'm not her."

Running his hands along her neck and stopping by the shoulders. Angelo pulled down the zipper of her dress down midway to the apex of her bra, and Cleo froze. Running a clean cloth underneath warm water and squeezing some of the water out into the basin he started cleaning the cut. It wasn't as bad as he initially thought but he didn't want to inflict any pain or discomfort on Cleo. When he was done covering her cut and zipping her dress up he kissed her shoulder and smiled. Cleo's body was betraying he, because she was feeling explosions everywhere and digging into the reserves of what was left of her self control. She had already stepped out of her heels and resisted the urge to turn around and kiss Angelo.

"There we go all covered up. Do you want a sweet? I find that sweets make any pain go away, especially chocolate."

Cleo couldn't help but chuckle. Turning around and sitting still on the marble counter to watch Angelo clean up and put away the med box, she couldn't help but notice a small tooth brush in a blue cup.

"So how old is your son?"

"I didn't tell you about my son. Who do you work for?"

"No one I'm not an agent. You have a bath time toys container near the shower and a blue cup with a small tooth brush. I'm just connecting the dots. I also figured you own the club downstairs and I wouldn't be surprised if you owned the whole building. You punched in a code and we came straight up here with no stops."

Cleo sensed Angelo's frustration but pushed. Angelo took a deep breath and turned around walked to where Cleo was sitting. He leaned closer, caging Cleo on the counter and whispered in her ear;

"You're lucky I like you, or you'd be dead by now with a bullet in your skull."

"I thought you said like chocolate."

"Yes and the type of chocolate I love, I can't eat yet."

Cleo slid her hands up and held on to Angelo's biceps and jumped off the counter. Angelo backed away and pulled her by the hand to the kitchen. When she sat down by the bar stool, Angelo made her a hot beverage.

"You are an insomniac ..."

"What are you?"

"Human. I used to suffer from not sleeping. You can pull it off ... How is it that you look so sexy even when you are tired?"

"Good genes I guess."

"Series?"

"You read my mind. You are the guest"

"You are the host."

"I feel like talking. Shall we?"

Angelo pointed at the couch and Cleo sat down with mug in hand and Angelo sat next to her.

"So Blue ..."

"Angelo."

"Azzuri"

"Fine. Bella..."

"I like blue. What's your story."

Angelo found it easy to open up to Cleo, he couldn't explain it but; on that evening he felt a feeling he hadn't felt in a while. He felt home. He told her about how he migrated to South Africa, met his sons mother, how he fell in love and how Giovanni became his life.