Page 23 of Aria De Luca
Yesterday, all I did was stay in my room and relax. The doctor recommends that I do that because of how much trauma my body has been through. I didn't complain.
The home chef, Lana, she said her name was, brought up some food for me to eat. She also said if I needed anything I could ask or talk to her.
She seemed super kind and gave me a warmfeeling.
I change into a sweater before leaving the room.
They keep the temperature in this house cold as hell.
Luckily in this house, they supply clothes in the guest rooms because obviously, I don't have any clothes.
I go downstairs and when I do I hear someone on the phone as I walk closer to the kitchen.
When I walk in, I see Ace.
He is shirtless and wearing just a pair of black sweat shorts.
The tattoos on his upper body look beautiful. Ace seems like the type to get tattoos that mean something. There are a lot of symbols and little pieces of art on his upper body that look somewhat meaningful.
Ace is clenching the phone in his hand, and he speaks in Italian harshly to the person on the other side of the phone before hanging up and slamming the phone on the counter, probably breaking the screen.
I am about to walk back out of the kitchen, but Ace turns his head before I can take a step backward.
"What did you hear?"
"Nothing," I shake my head at him, pretending I didn't understand what he was saying.
I can speak and understand Italian and multiple other languages, but he doesn't need to know that.
My father instructed my brother and I very young.
"Stop bullshitting, Aria." Ace stands to his full height and turns his body to look at me, making me see his chest and abdominal muscles.
His chest isn't covered with tattoos as much as his back. He has a few tattoos on his chest but not as much as his back.
How does he know I'm bullshitting?
"How do you know if I'm bullshitting or not?" I raise an eyebrow at him and lean my hip against the counter.
Ace shakes his head, and a smirk appears on his face. “Just a feeling.”
Why the fuck is he smirking?
He thinks he's so clever.
"Whatever, Ace." I walk past him and go to the fridge.
"Why are you down here? Shouldn't you be in your room resting?"
"I'm not tired so I'm looking for something to eat."
"And eavesdrop on my conversation?" Ace raises his eyebrow at me.
"No, but if you want to talk about it, I'm not stopping you," I shrug my shoulders and grab a water jar from the fridge before closing it.
"Like I would tell you anything," Ace mutters and I turn around to look at him.
I swear he has been acting like an ass every time I have been near him. The only time he was somewhat decent to me is when he rescued me. But even then, he seemed kind of cold.
