Chapter 21 : I DON'T REMEMBER

ENZO'S POV

I opened my eyes to the dim light coming from the bulb on the ceiling and shut them close to have more of the sleep. Just as I turned to the other side, my hands landed on a body.

Yes… it definitely landed on someone. I immediately opened my eyes again and  realized I was in Diana's room,on her bed… with her sleeping soundly beside me.

How did I end up here? I asked myself as I tried to remember what had transpired a night before but nothing but  headache came through.

Hissing softly, I raised myself from the bed and sat up. My head was banging like crazy and how much more could I get unlucky?

Diana stirred in her sleep and I knew we would start on a bad note if she woke up and saw me in her room. Or did she know I was in her room?

I am so confused right now, why can't I remember how I got to the room? Yes… I remembered drinking two  bottles of the strongest liquor in my bar due to the confrontation I had with Diana that afternoon.

I was hurt beyond comprehension and I also felt bad for everything. As I watched the frame shatter I couldn't help but feel a part of me left, She had cut me away from her life forever.

I thought about what happened and realized I'd hurt her deeply. I wasn't sorry for what I'd done to her family, so apologizing didn't seem like an option.

I'd told myself I was just getting revenge, but now I'm not so sure. It all feels fake. Whenever I try to convince myself that I did the right thing, it doesn't feel true.

I sighed heavily and I shook those thoughts away from my head. I Glanced at her and found Diana looking at me.

“You are awake.” I mumbled and she raised herself up too.

“Did anything happen yesterday?” I asked and she shook her head and I sighed inwardly in relief.

“You…don't remember anything that happened last night?” Her faint voice asked and I looked at her in confusion.  I tried to rack my brain but nothing was seen, I didn't even remember coming to the room to talk more of anything happening.

“What happened last night?” I asked her and she took her face away from me. There was a brief silence and she avoided making eye contact with me.

“Nothing happened.” She finally said but I knew that wasn't an honest answer.

I glanced between us, we were still fully clothed… Nothing perverted happened between us. The tension in the room was getting foggy so I stood up from the bed.

“I will take my leave now.” I spoke slowly, regretting why I didn't apologize for coming into her room.

The moment I left her room, I met the cold gaze of Francesca on me and I swallowed hard.

“Di… did you sleep in there?” She asked, pointing at Diana's room. I could feel the hurt in her tone and I shut my eyes to stop myself from saying anything.

“Babe!” She yelled.

I ignored her and walked to my room knowing she would trail after me, I left the door open. She came in and shut the door, her face was red in anger and I knew I was about to listen to another episode of nagging.

“I waited for you last night, in my room.” Francesca started. “ I came to your room and didn't find you here only for me to come back to see you coming out from her room?”

“Did you sleep with her… that wench, did she seduce you?” She asked angrily and I glared coldly at her.

“Watch what you say.” I mumbled.

“Why? Don't you think I know how you look at her sometimes? Enzo!” She yelled.

“I didn't sleep with her…

“But you slept in her room!” She thundered angrily, stomping her foot on the floor. Her face was so red that she was about to explode.

There was a brief silence between us, my head bowed and her breathing heavily in rage.

“You don't have time for me anymore, ever since that bitch came into this house, we haven't had enough time with each other.” She spoke softly and I raised my head up to look at her, it was unlike Francesca to speak so softly after an argument.

“I know what you're trying to…” the words I wanted to say got stuck to my throat as memories of last night rushed in like a broken dam.

My brows raised in realization as I remembered the tenderness and softness of Diana's lips on mine. We had made out… but what I couldn't decipher was if Diana accepted to kiss me at her will or if I forced and overpowered her.

I choose to believe the latter because Diana resents me, I could still feel her words echo in my ears.”

I hate you Enzo Moretti.” So how could she have kissed me willingly?

“You were about to say something, why did you stop?” Francesca asked me, drifting me out from my thoughts.

“You know what, let's just forget it ever happened. If you choose to believe I spent the night with her, I won't stop you and if you finally believe what I say, it's up to you.” I spoke coldly and she paced around my room restlessly.

I watched as she picked a cigarette and lighted it. She took a long drag and puffed smoke into the air.

“Do you ever love me? Scratch that, do you even like me?” She asked.

“Huh?” I mumbled, caught off guard by the question. It was a difficult question to answer. Do I like her? I didn't know but I had no love for her.

Francesca walked to me and gave a soft chuckle.” If I can't get your love or attention, no one else can.”

“Not even Diana.” she spoke coldly in seriousness.