GRETA'S POV
I was awoken by a loud ringing sound. I turned to see his phone showing the caller ID 'Seb'. I assumed that was short for Sebastian.
I turned to him and he was fast asleep so I tapped him and quickly pretended to be asleep. He groaned deeply before I heard the ringing stop.
"What?" He answered already annoyed. "Why the hell did you do that for? Come back now!" I flinched at his shout and I knew he saw because he got up.
I opened my eyes and we was texting on his phone with his back turned to me. My eyes widened when I saw the sight. His back was filled with scars.
That must have hurt. He looked over his shoulder and our eyes locked. He quickly picked up the shirt which was hanging on the chair next to him and pull it over his head.
He turned his body to face me. "Let's set some rules, Greta."
"First rule, we will call each other by our government name."
"Second rule. My stuff is my stuff. Your stuff is your stuff. We don't touch each other's stuff. Understood?"
The amount of times he said 'stuff' was crazy but I nodded anyways.
"Lastly, you will do everything I say and if you disobey, you will be punished. Understood? I don't want a replay of what happened at the bridal shop." I didn't nod my head.
He walked up to me and started squeezing my hand tightly. "Understood?" I quickly nodded so that he could stop hurting me.
He dropped my hand before turning to walk to the door. "Wait," I stopped him.
His hand remained on the doorknob and his back was still turned to me. Nonetheless, he was listening.
"Why do we have to share the same room? I have gotten the tour. I know that you have more than enough rooms here and apparently we're the only ones that actually live here."
He let go of the doorknob and walked back to me.
"I promised your father I'll babysit you and that is what I'll do."
"I don't need you or anyone else to babysit me. I'm a grown woman." He stared at me blankly. He was not too impressed.
"When can I have my phone back?" I asked.
"You'll get it back when I think you deserve it."
"Come on! There isn't even a TV in here? What am I supposed to do?"
"Why the hell are you telling me that for? That's not my problem."
"I don't like you," I said and he started laughing.
"Do you think I care? Do you really believe I give a damn about your opinion of me?" He asked and I stayed quiet. "You're nothing to me. You're just a new accessory I get to wear on my arm when I go out so people don't think I'm heartless."
"I don't think anybody is buying your nice guy act."
He watched me for a few more seconds before turning around and walking out.
"Lock it," I heard him say to somebody before his footsteps faded.
Within a few seconds, I saw Luca's face appear.
I quickly ran to the door before he shut it. "Luca wait!"
He paused but did not look at me.
"I just wanted to apologize for last night. I'm usually more friendlier although you don't seem to be the type of friendly person."
He looked up to me and that small interaction made me smile. It was baby steps but they were still steps.
I'll have him smiling and talking to me by the end of this week.
He looked away again and slammed the door in my face. I heard the door click indicating that the door was now locked.
I knew it would be a little bit colder over here but everyone was mean here. Dad didn't have much people working for him but the two maids and cook he had were all nice.
They made jokes with me and called me
Ma'am. These people over here don't even know what a smile is.
I knocked on the door.
"Luca, is Enzo coming back anytime soon? Am I going to be locked in here all day?"
Silence.
Of course he wouldn't answer. This was Luca. guess this was my life now, someone's wife locked in a room. At least I had dance.
If it's one thing that keeps me going it's dance. I love everything about it. I love practicing it, I love going on stage to perform and I love doing it with my friends.
I love dance and I can't imagine myself without it.
I doubt I'll be able to travel to and from america to practice for upcoming concerts with the girls but that's okay. I can always just practice by myself down here and then we do a final practice. It'll be hard but I have to adjust. I can't imagine myself without dance.
It's an art. I majored in it in college. It was tough because I still had to keep an eye on Alice while simultaneously studying and practicing for exams.
Nevertheless, the I made it out and with high honours too. I haven't even talked to any of the girls.
I promised them I'll be back from my vacation next week and we can start practicing. Hopefully Albert allows me to visit them.
I laughed at my statement. Hopefully Albert allows me?
Who am I kidding? I don't need his approval to go where I want.
I'm going back to visit the girls and work on our next choreography.
Luckily, the concert isn't until four months from now so we have time but we have to be prepared in advance.
I shook my head and went to brush my teeth and bathe.
After I took a long, hot shower, and then slipped into my comfy shorts and a T-shirt.
The door clicked and Luca opened the door.
I slowly walked out and he allowed me to.
I made my way down the hallway and he walked closely behind me.
"You know my last name is Marino," I joked. "Well was. I'm not sure if it's still considered my last name."
I looked back at him and his face was straighter than a pencil. I stopped smiling and went down the stairs.
I opened the entrance door to see Albert working on the engine of an old car at the side of the house.
He paused and closed his eyes for a while. It looked like he was taking a minute. "Doesn't he have somebody who can fix it for him?" I asked out loud but I knew I wouldn't get an answer out of Luca.
Albert opened his eyes and saw me. Anger immediately appeared on his face. "What the hell is she doing out here? Get her back inside!"
Luca immediately pulled me inside and shut the door.
He doesn't even want me outside.