C H A N E L

Giovanni left.

I knew he would, he got to freaked out. He realized how much trouble I was. I many strings I had attached to me. He didn't want anyone like that.

He didn't want me.

I was a fool to think the kiss meant something to him. I was crazy to think he would change for me.

He obviously didn't care about me.

I was about to walk into the house when I felt hands grab me.

Not again. I wasn't going to be kidnapped again. Not in front of the house right here.

I thrashed in their arms, and was about to scream, only to have them take out a chloroform cloth and place it over my nose and mouth.

I breathed it and instantly passed out.

G I O V A N N I

It had been a while and Chanel was still outside. He never heard her come back inside.

The rest of the crew was asleep. He couldn't fall asleep. He had a bad feeling about Chanel. He knew he shouldn't have left her out there by herself.

He didn't think much of it. He was sure after the stunt he pulled she would hate him. That's what he wanted to do the whole time. He wanted her to hate him. It would be easier for him. It would be easier for her.

It would be easier for everyone.

He was the devil while she was an angel.

They were opposites and he knew it wouldn't work out with her. It would just cause unnecessary pain for both of them.

He didn't need to add extra salt to the wound.

His head was starting to hurt him and he groaned in pain. He would get these migraines. He figured it was from the lack of sleep, but the doctors called it stress.

He always seemed to overwork everything. He felt the need to prove himself, he didn't know why or who he needed to prove himself to, but he just needed to.

He didn't understand how this one girl could end up taking all of his mind. He couldn't understand how he thought of her no matter what.

He never had this problem with girls before. He would never catch feelings for them. He would never want to change for any of them.

Chanel was different to him.

Chanel brought the best in him.

He knew he couldn't sleep, so he made a booty call. He called the person he knew would come running over to him. The one person who was pathetically in live with him.

The one who lets herself get used by him. Who lets her heart get broken by him, over and over again. No matter what she knew she wouldn't be able to stay away.

Amelia.

He needed a distraction. He needed to get his head out of the gutter. He needed to stop thinking about Chanel. He needed her out of his mind and he knew Amelia would fulfil his needs.

He knew she would come running.

A M E L I A

She had her hands down someone's pants when her phone buzzed.

"Hello?" She answered it. Her voice was raw and phoney.

"Amelia," a harsh voice spoke from the phone.

Giovanni.

She rolled her eyes and started moving her hands in the strangers pants.

"What do you want?" She asked him.

"You know what I want," he snarled. She smirked. She knew exactly what he wanted, but she already had someone else to get off on.

"No, I'm not sure I do," she acted dumb. A smug grin played on her lips.

She knew that got him riled up. It mad wit a lot more enjoyable later on.

"Stop playing games and come over," he beckoned.

She removed her hands from his pants and hung up the phone. She kicked the stranger out of her bed and got dressed out. She washed her hands and exited her apartment.

She reached Giovanni's villa and entered the house. She knew where the key was hidden. Giovanni had told her to make it easier for her come whenever he needed.

She knew he was playing her, she knew he didn't want her to be more than just a fuck toy.

She like the pain. She enjoyed Giovanni breaking her heart, because she knew he would always come back to her. He would always need her to give him the pleasure he wanted.

She knew that the fake bimbo that he kidnapped wouldn't be able to handle Giovanni. She knew Chanel wouldn't be able to take him.

She was the only one who he could count on. She was the one he should be falling for. She deserved him.

Not the snotty brat who was given everything to her.

He deserved a real woman,not some immature little girl.

He deserved her.

She sneaked into Giovanni's room and locked the door behind them.

She took off her jacket, revealing absolutely nothing underneath. She was already ready for him.

She was ready to feel the wrath of the Mafia leader.

She knew he wouldn't be able to drop her for good. She knew he would crawl back to her, or she was crawling back to him.

He wet his lips with his tongue and Amelia galloped onto him. He straddled her and devoured her lips.

This was going to be a long night.

Little did she know, he was wishing she was someone else.

He even had to think of Chanel naked to get through her.

She just wasn't enough for him anymore.

She kept screaming his name, while he was thinking of someone else's.