Chapter 45🌜 Creepy if I say so.
William's POV
"Is... everything alright?" Antonio pulls up his stethoscope to remove it.
"Yes, doctor." I smile like nothing happened. "Everything is fine." That one is said with my eyes targeted to the bitch.
"Sure." He checks time on his wrist watch. "As for Mr. Belladonna, seeing his high body temperature of 103°F, I can confirm that he has developed acute non-infectious bronchitis from the severe chill and exhaustion he had last night." His glasses, thicker than mine, stay pointed right at me.
"His vitals are strong, but his body is fighting hard. He needs absolute quiet, zero stress, and only one person in here to monitor his fluids. Everyone else needs to clear out." He prescribes.
"Okay doctor, I'll make sure he gets some quiet rest." I affirm.
"I can take care of him." She stands up, her voice pointy enough to irritate my ears.
"Veronica, seeing your current state... you should focus on yourself first." I keep the most sympathetic face possible. Staring on her messed up makeup and disheveled appearance.
"You-" She bashes.
Only to get shushed by Antonio. "It would be better if you keep your voice down, Mr. Belladonna needs some rest."
"I know right. Be careful, Veronica." If she can play the dirty game, then I have some tricks up my sleeves too.
She grits her teeth so hard, it would be a miracle if there's still some left. "Would do so." Apparently she does.
"So can we see him now?" I question Antonio. Seeing the bag in his hand, he looks ready to leave.
"Sure, but remember, no noise." He completes while looking at the unclassified ear hater.
She rushes inside but magically my foot poks right between her path and she trips with her face on the floor in front Zane's bed.
"Oh no... Veronica...are you okay?" I hunch down on my knees to look at her.
"This is the second time your heels have made you trip.
You really should discard these ones." Nevula walks past us and jumps right on Zane's chest.
"Are you okay?" Zane sits up to come out of the bed.
"You stay right there." Zane looks intrigued with my tone, but doesn't make a move to stand up. "I can help her out."
"Okay..." He looks uncertain, but obliges.
She can just glare at me when I help her stand up. Because what can she even say-William tripped her?
Me?
Aw man...look at this face. Does it look like I would do something this nasty?
Never.
And if she does say something-which she can't-she would have to explain why I would do that in the first place.
Damn, If I would love to see her try only for me to play it on her only.
I take her to the couch and help her sit down. "Do you need something?" I ask Zane pointedly.
He shakes his head in a 'no'.
"Then tell me when you do." I pick up the jar and pour myself a glass of water.
"No, tell me." She butts in.
As if...
"I am not sure about that, he has asked only one person to stay." I take a big sip.
"And?" Her eyes are on me, digging pits in my back.
I face her directly, "And, it's my room too.
So as you can see there are already two people here so.
.." I don't complete with words but with a nonchalant shrug.
"Also, I feel like you can use some rest yourself, don't you think?
" I roam my eyes away from her messed up semblance. "Those dark circles are jarring."
"Dark circles?" She pulls out her phone to take a closer look in the front camera. Her eyebrows bridging together as she turns her face left and then right. "It's that dumbfuck's fault! There was nothing in the forest last night and he made me wander in the dark the whole night!"
"You didn't find anything?" Zane asks her. And then a knowing expression takes over his face.
"How would I? Your idiot brother didn't hide shit for me to find." She baffles at him, before she composes herself with her honey facade. "Sorry... Last night was wild. I was literally searching for nothing and then it started raining like hell for God knows why. I am just tired."
"Then William is right, you should go and get some sleep yourself, Veronica." Nevula purrs when Zane plays with her ears.
"I can rest beside you..." This time she stubs my pinky toe with her stilettos, making me bite my ah-ouch inside.
Fucking loose cunt! Ahh!
"You know, just to take care of you."
"Aww..." My mouth drops open slightly into a soft "O" shape before stretching into a wide grin. Putting my arm around her shoulders, "Look how caring she is, even when she herself needs some rest. But don't you worry, I can take care of him. You should rest, right Zane?"
"Exactly, Veronica. I'll be fine. Promise." His lips crinkle with a gentle smile, showing a hint of his milky white teeth. "And you can even leave Nevula with us, you want to stay with dad, right?" He boops her nose, and she licks his knuckles.
Is she a half dog? I guess we'll never know.
Well there's one dog here for sure, and maybe she can't right now-but her face is telling me-she wants to bark so hard. "Of course. I will let you have some rest now." She storms out of our room.
Leaving the door open.
Irritating psychotic bitch!
Well, on another thought...
Victory.
"You know, you handled her pretty well." I look back from the door, when I hear him. "It takes a while for people to understand how to handle her."
"Oh that? Well, I'm great with bitches." I shift my weight from one leg to another, crossing them together.
"More like cats."
"Cats?" My spine straightens up, pulling me out of my slouched posture.
"Yeah, who else?" Zane tilts his head quizzically to look at me without Nevula blocking his view.
"Haha...no one. I meant Nevula only, silly!" I scratch the back of my neck, and grin as loud as I can.
What the hell was I thinking?!
Zane doesn't waver his eyes, as he should. Instead, "Have you caught the flu or something too?" he questions.
"Nope." I raise my arms to do a quick turn around. "As you can see I'm completely fine as ever."
"That I can agree with." He says something but I don't quite catch it.
"What?"
"Nothing." He covers his face back with her.
"Whatever. I am just gonna read my book." I pick my book up from the table. The cover is as deadly as the plot of this one, and I gotta know if Max will make it to Histonia by sunrise.
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PHLAP!
"Ouch!" I remove the book from the top of my head after it bluntly wakes me up from my-
Wait...did I fall asleep?
Appears so.
Anyway, what time is it even?
The book falls on the sofa, and I finally remove myself from the head rest.
Fuck...my neck. I roll it a few times, but it seems like I have irritated my neck with the way I was sleeping.
After finding the angle which hurts the least, I stand up and jump back a little after seeing what I do see.
Zane is sleeping like a rock.
Not a big deal, he sleeps like that.
But the point is, he's sleeping on the bed...right next to where I sleep.
I don't know, it's kinda odd.
New.
To see him there.
I should probably remove him from there, because duh-he did say the bed was mine.
The couch was supposed to be his.
The same couch on which I was dozing off.
He should have woken me up. I press my palm to his forehead.
His temperature feels normal, not hot as the doctor had written in the prescription would happen after a few hours.
I pull my hand off of him, before he grabs it and pulls me forward, on top of him.
"First cuddling with me and now touching me when I was asleep.
.. what are your intentions, caro mio?" He sounds like a brain-numbing tone of jazz.
Breathy. Soft...yet rough.
Like touching a half-burnt petal of a tulip.
Very husky.
"M-my intentions?" His arm wraps itself with a gentle but rigid hold on my waist. Keeping me right where I am.
"Did I stutter, gattino?" His other arm flies up from beneath the comforter and joins the first one.
I shake my head as a reply.
Is he pissed...? I mean what I did was indeed wrong.
I shouldn't have-
"I am sorry." I look down because I can't meet his eyes right now.
Big mistake.
Because now I'm looking straight at his lips.
They are closer to me than ever. I can see the thin line of stubble on top of his lips.
Like the one you'd get if you haven't shaved today.
Somehow it doesn't look daunting around his full lips.
Carved like they are wine-stained, their outer corners look kinda dry and pigmented today. ..not complete purple, just darker.
"What are you sorry for?" They close and open with each word and I blink myself into senses, when one side of their corner tugs into a wicked little tilt.
"Ahem...what did you ask?" Fuck me raw! I literally let myself fall in the trap, didn't I? Now he will cross-question this too.
God... if you hate me, just say so.
"I asked..." He lets the tension build up, lets the clock tick a second or two and keeps me wondering. "What are you sorry for?"
"F-for..." All this stutter gotta go. Now.
I gulp the rising bile down my throat, before it makes talking more harder. "For being a creep. I shouldn't have done that."
"It's only creepy if I say so, caro." His hold on me tightens and so do the valves of my heart. Suddenly revolting for working overtime.
"T-that...that's not how it works." Seriously, this distance is way too short, don't you guys think?
"It does, isn't it?" Air hitches in my throat as my back stumbles on the mattress.
Now he's on top of me, both of his arms are still where they were, but now they are below me.
"You do something dirty and it's only dirty, if I call it so.
" The word 'dirty' in his hushed British accent makes it hard for me to concentrate on the rest of the words. "Am I right, William?"
Fuck me.
I am fucked.
My own body was ready to betray me when I was ready to say, "yes" like some sort of puppet. "No...you are not." My nose flares as I take a sharp puff of air in, "now get off of me."
"As you say, gattino." He rolls from the top of me and puts his head on his crossed arms.
Relaxed like a Cheshire kitten after a long nap.
Seeking of which-
"Meow!" There's a troubled or more like troublemaker rattle below the comforter before a tiny face of annoyance comes out.
"Huh?" She was below the comforter all this time?
"Christ... looks like some things never change. She had a habit of sleeping close to my feet-looks like it didn't either." He has an adored, knowing look on his face.
One filled with snippets of the past.
"Wow." I snap out of that cursed bed and rush for the door. "I will find something for you to eat, and then you can take your meds. Bye." I say everything in a hurry, before he can stop me.
Guess what?
The door is still fucking open!
“Oh my, running away? At least say you'd miss me!” He screams behind me.
“In your dreams!” The door gets banged shut behind me, before I run down the hallway.
A/N ??
Kinda one of my best chapters imo:)
Sorry to keep you waiting, life is taking me raw lately
It's not fun.
Anywayyyy, this was the chapter, they are this ???? close to passionately making out, but it's just between me and my keyboard...
But the build up... Fuck.
Also the way William and Veronica were catfighting ??
Thoughts? ??
Comments? ??
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