Rosetta walked out of the montagna biblioteca, a huge smile on her face. Win, Rosetta, she smiled happily, reveling in the shocked, disbelieving, angry look Domenico had displayed after her sudden announcement.
She chuckled, he was going to tutor alright. It was first a handful of people that had responded to her call then within a few minutes, he had a small crowd gathered around him, all of them his potential students. She smirked, she had slipped away before the librarian could get to her.
Ahhhhh, she breathed out, heading in the direction of her apartment after stealing a glance at his parked Ferrari.
One for Rosetta.
She practically skipped all the way to her house, having to suppress the smile on her face to avoid looking weird to passers-by. She skipped all the way up the stone stairs of the old Villa customised student apartment. The house sure had a lot of modernizing to do but she loved the ancient feeling mixed with the new. Part of the rea
"Wednesday would be fine?" "Yes. Thank you so much, grazie, Dio vi benedica." "Its fine. See you soon. Addio!" He waited till the person had disappeared from sight before he allowed his frustration to become visible. He rubbed the back of his neck tiredly. Rosetta d'armani. Now he had to tutor every freaking day of the week! He jumped down the last stair that led to the library where he had been entertaining his 'students' and headed to the right of the library where the car park was situated. It was past 11pm. He was hungry and tired, desperately in need of a good long sleep after taking a long soaking in the tub with a good dose of Barbera. He deserved it. He stopped short as he sighted a figure pacing beside his car. Why did everyone around him prefer to stir the furnace of his anger? He moved his legs and kept on walking, across the empty park save for him, the figure and his car, till he re
"Domenico! What do you take me for?! Your baby sitter?! Why the hell will you come back this late and not tell me beforehand?!" He heard Marino rant before he even opened the door. "Mio Dio!" Marino exclaimed, seeing him, "Whatever happened to your face?!" He pushed past Marino and stumbled into the house, falling back-first when he got to the Chobi rug. He needed the comfort. "What happened, man?!" Marino queried after locking the door. "Stop shouting." He muttered, licking his bloody lips. "Why wouldn't I shout?! You come back by this time when I know you don't attend parties or do the stuffs that I do, all bloody and weak and you tell me not to shout?!" "It's not that bad." He retorted, his eyes fixed on the panelled ceiling gleaming with the bright lighting. The thugs had only gotten a few hits on his face and back before he escaped. Thank Dio they did not have a gun. "What?!" "It's not that bad! Stop shouti
He opened his eyes groggily then shielded them from the rays of sunlight that shone directly at him. "Su, su, Domenico! The sun is wide awake and happy!" Marino, he thought with a huff. He was tired but he knew it wasn't so much as physical as it was emotional. He was emotionally tired, mentally tired. "Domenico de Cerintti, su! Up, now,!" A hand latched unto his left leg under his duvet and began to pull. "Marino, I'm tired." He groaned, shutting his eyes. The hand stilled then dissappeared. "Alright, though I don't know why you're acting so weak, it was just a few punches, any guy can take that and no one asked you to get in a fight. I want you out in 30 minutes, fresh from a good bath. I've prepared food already; coffee, you know the strong black cappuccino you like so much; soup, minestrone broth, very healthy and delicious and then we'll eat pizza, margherita and drink lots of Chardonnay after and then we can play
Rosetta stared up at the two storey Villa that was her parents house; sophisticated, elegant, expensive, that was family. She took a deep breathe then walked up the stairs and rang the bell when she got to the door. The door opened immediately and her sister's smirking face stared down at her. Bless herself for not being tall enough and forgetting to wear heels. "And the runaway bird comes flying home. Nice to see you, Rosetta...oh, sister." She smiled, two could play the game. "Nice to see you too." Crush stealing monster, she didn't add. She was that close to hating her sister, Gabriella Oriana D'armani, very close. The only thing preventing her from doing so was the family bond. She couldn't deny that Gabriella intimidated her. For one, Gabriella had extraordinary looks, her beauty entranced anyone who saw her especially the male folk; two, Gabriella had the perfect sexy shape she admired; three, Gabriella wa
"Feedback?" Marino's dry chuckle came through the line, "I call you and the first thing you ask is a feedback? Not even a how are you doing? Or are you okay?" Rosetta rolled her eyes, "What's the use of the niceties? You're okay or fine, that's your business. You're not okay or fine, still your business. Since when did you care about my concern for you?" A brief silence from Marino then, "Don't worry about it. Feedback? We'll have to see for that." She grew excited, "Did you get anything?" "We'll have to see to discuss that." She sighed, her happiness deflating. Marino was a pain in the neck. "I'm an hour and 30 minutes away from Colland." "Why? Visiting someone?" "My family. I would have said today but I don't think I would be allowed to return, when I return, I'll see you." "Fine." Was Marino's curt reply and the line went dead. "What! The audacity." She tisked with a glare of her nostrils. She
Domenico sat alone out on the terrazzo with his cup of cappuccino. No Luna to keep him company or Rosetta to annoy the hell out of him. He wondered why he felt more alone than he had ever felt. He felt empty and heartless and the weight in his chest felt even heavier and more painful. They all made it his fault, all of them. He had simply not shared in Luna's happiness on her engagement and she had blown off at him. Apparently, his congratulations had not been enough for her. Clemente, because he thought too highly of himself. Quite the opposite. Marino, thought him ungrateful simply because he had questioned him on his weird questions in his weak hour. It still bothered him that he could not remember his response no matter how hard he racked his brain. And Rosetta who just simply made it her life's mission to trouble him out of some false attraction she had for him. He sighed, bringing his cup of cappucc
He was shocked. Class president? Why would the administration think he deserved the position and why would they consider him when he had not even spent up to a month in school? "Of course, I can give you time to think about it but you have to get back to me by the end of this week." "Sì, grazie." He nodded and walked out. He stopped after shutting the door. Why was he walking away? Wasn't this what he wanted? A way to exact his revenge? He had dallied around already. It was time to act. He pushed open the door to Signore Bruno's office. "I accept signore. I will be class president." ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Rosetta stared nonchalantly ahead, tapping her boot clad feet on the ground at the parking lot of the civil engineering department. Domenico, class president. She chuckled, just exactly how good was he? It only made her want him the more, he had all the abilities she desired in a man, a prey rather and the more he playe
"I'll take us back a bit to highschool. Sound waves, in solids. Refraction, diffraction, reflection, these are terms we'll use and you have to put into use when designing those buildings and bridges. Okay, try these equations, first." Rosetta watched serious Domenico with a smile on her face. He looked so cool and... She sighed. Why was she so attracted to him? "Miss Rosetta, I believe you're following?" She jerked when she heard his address to her. She feigned a frown, "Of course not. How am I ever supposed to understand some civil engineering rubbish?" He frowned while some of his students watched her. She kept up her frown. "I'm very sure what I just explained also relates to architecture so miss Rose..." "Rosetta, please. We're not conducting a marriage class." Sniggers erupted. She bit back a smile as his features darkened. "Miss Rosetta." he spat. She snorted.