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| 17 | Just The Essentials
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] It's past ten in the morning. I feel shitty. Drained. Battered. I probably look worse. It's viral. I know it. “Go back to sleep. Sleep is good,” I murmur to myself, wiping my runny nose. My skin is feverish especially my neck, armpits, and the insides of my thighs. My stomach feels off. My eyes and tongue feel hot, too. My body's giving up on me, and I feel guilty because it's mostly my fault. I haven't been minding my health the past few months. My diet's been poor, and I haven't been working out. I don't even recall the last time I had a solid eight hours of sleep in a day. No idea how Dominico manages to look that ripped and strong on barely five hours of sleep. It's probably genetics. Or he compulsively works out every single day. I need a copy of his diet plan and workout routine. Stat. “Ugh.” I feel like my eyes got stung by a bee while I was unconscious. My throat aches, too, like the rest of my body. I didn't cry myself to sleep, though. Dominico man
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[ D O M I N I C O ]What a complete fucking waste of my entire morning. I just drove for hours and wasted two more for jack shit.Not that I expected much. But, am I the idiot for thinking these people would be able to help me in some way?They're the big bosses. They call the shots. But apparently I'm asking too much because I'm expecting they'll locate that fucking shipment soon. This weekend, preferably.Both the daily and the updated weekly logs say that the missing container was lodged onto one of their ships. A pretty old freighter. But now they can't seem to find any record of that cargo ever leaving the ship.“Torniamo a Trentino?” [Are we going back to Trento?] Fico opens the door to the passenger seat and regards me with squinting eyes. He smells like an ashtray, like always. But he's someone I can trust with my life.“Sì.” [Yes.] I glare at the tall buildings in front of us. The dewy, crisp morning air doesn't do anything to lull the urge to hit something. I pinch the brid
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] I should be sleeping. Resting. Letting my body recover. Helping my immune system do its job faster. But my brain won't let me. For about six hours now, I've been trying to go back to sleep. Nothing's doing the trick. Listening to relaxing music with headphones on is only doing half of the job. Spending three hours taking dozens of pictures and filming myself getting half-naked in the bathroom didn't work, either. I even prepared and cooked a four-course dinner for my fake fiancé.I'm achy all over. My whole body's worn out, and I'm well aware that I need at least eight hours of deep sleep tonight if I want to feel alive and somewhat normal tomorrow. Still, nothing's working. Not even those expensive-looking sleeping pills in the medicine cabinet. “Argh!” This virus is something else.In the dim glow of the lamplight, covered up from my neck down to my feet, I sit on the thick carpet with my face between my knees. Breathing through my nose is impossible when I'
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] It wasn't real. Of course it was just a dream. No one proposed to me on the beach. That fancy island wedding didn't happen. It's all in my head. Or it's this stupid virus messing with my brain all day. Wait. There's something behind me. Something warm keeps fanning my nape. A chill runs down my spine when I feel something heavy draped over my hip, the rest of it pressing on my waist. Shit. What is it? Covered up by the blanket, trying not to panic, I try to shift on the bed. That something's making it difficult for me to change position. I rub my eyes, blinking the grogginess away, cussing under my breath. My throat aches. It feels even more swollen. Probably why I can't seem to make a sound. What time is it? The room isn't pitch-black, but my eyes feel like they're glued shut when I try to open them again. Is it almost midnight? Or have I been asleep for longer than that? Some parts of me kinda feel numb, and I can only blame the painkillers I've taken be
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] Why isn't he talking anymore? Did I say something that upset him? Maybe he thinks I'm prying too much. Is he trying to tell me I should forget about our arrangement and just go back home? I'm starting to think he doesn't and won't ever trust me with his other secrets. It's been minutes since I asked him if he wants to call this whole thing off. I still haven't gotten a real answer. We're back on the second floor, alone here in the guest room he's been using. It's not bigger than the one I've been sleeping in. But it does have a better view of the pool. I've tried to convince him that his injured hand needs cleaning up, so now we're in this brightly lit bathroom that faintly smells of him. I guess that means my sinuses are no longer as clogged as I think. The cold night wraps around the bathroom like a tight-fitting shroud, reminding me that we're far away from Liguria and basically hiding out in this huge, modernist villa surrounded by tranquil views, thick
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[ D O M I N I C O ]This rooftop isn't as bad or freezing as I thought. It's got a clear, panoramic view of the landscape beyond the fence, and the vents for the heating system are doing their job. My guest also seems to be enjoying the hot tub jets. Her arms rest on the edge of the Jacuzzi, her head tilted back, her glistening brown hair partly covering the golden handles. I'm sitting at the fully stocked bar in this dim corner, waiting for her to be done with her hot tub massage. It should alleviate her fever and body pains. She needs a restful night of much-needed sleep to recuperate. Seraphine won't let me join her in the Jacuzzi because she thinks I'll catch the bug from her. All day, she keeps saying she's contagious, which is why I've kept my distance.I don't want to, but I don't want her to think I don't take her seriously or I'm a handsy creep just like my father. I'm not. I'm trying my best not to make her any more uncomfortable. Even though my eyes are just drawn to her
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[ S E R A P H I N E ]It's almost nine. I should eat something, then go straight to bed. I'll start packing first thing in the morning. But I'm not really hungry. My appetite's poor like the past few days. And my sleeping pattern's still all kinds of whack. My other flu symptoms have improved, though. That hot tub massage actually helps. I'll stay here for a bit. That guest room's starting to give me claustrophobia. Sleep can wait. For now I'll just enjoy this moment and thank God that I've had the opportunity to see this place and stay in this gorgeous villa for a few nights. “Wow.” This infinity pool is nothing short of breathtaking. This view is just sublime. I wanna come back here soon with Mama and Daddy Raffy, if Dominico's friend will let me pay for a two-day stay. The rental fee's most likely too steep for my budget, but, I'll make it happen. Letting out a sigh, I sit up on the recliner and glance behind. Looks like he's on his phone again. Is it a video call? It must be
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] “Ti serve una mano?” [Do you need help?]“No.” I give Paolo a smile and put down the last box, the second biggest one containing my shoes and some old paperbacks. “Grazie ancora.” [Thanks again.]“Prego. Vado.” [Welcome. I'll head out.] “Molto grazie, Pao.” [Thanks a lot.]“Chiamami se ti serve qualcosa.” [Call me if you need anything.] Still in his black shirt and jeans, Paolo waves at me briefly and walks down the stairs, probably about to dispose of the boxes in the kitchen the movers forgot to throw out. Half an hour later, I'm still organizing my clothes and books into Dominico's old closet and wooden shelf. I still have a few more boxes in the corner to unpack. But tonight's not gonna be another sleepless night. It also helps that this place isn't far from the country club. Like Dominico said, it's not even a half-hour drive. 45 minutes if traffic's bad. Although I know he's busy with work, I still feel kinda disappointed that he didn't show up for
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