An Italian’s Escort Lover

Phoebe Point of View

Why is this so difficult?

I am almost on the verge of going crazy. I was just trying to do my job but, oh dear, seducing is a tough task.

Especially seducing someone like Niccolo is a very tough. I did everything Molly instructed me but only made Nicco distance himself from me.

Seriously, why am I suffering like this? Why is my life so horrible?

On one side, I want to payback Nicco and give him what he paid for but on the other hand, I don’t want to do this as well. It’s like I am insulting myself and Nicco too.

It feels like I am letting down an expectation he had on me.

It was a great dilemma for me to decide whether to continue with what is right for him or with what is right for me, because at the end of the day, both are right.

So after a lot of thinking I approached Molly, one of the very few ladies in the escort house who behaves neutral with me. At first she looked at me doubtfully and asked why I am asking for seduction theories when she has been an escort herself from good four years.

I get tensed when she narrowed her eyes at me but after a lot of stuttering and stammering, I told her that my old tricks were not working on my master.

What can I tell her then? I cannot tell her that there was no relation between Nicco and I other than friendship.

It was from then that Molly has been training me with few advanced tricks, as she like to call. I tried everything she told me to but I don’t think it is working on Nicco.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

At one point of time I almost told him my intention of giving him his rights on me but knowing Nicco, he would rather hit me for my stupidity than take me to his bed without my heart in it.

Oh Nicco, Oh!

“Are you trying to seduce me?” He asked analyzing my face for unspeakable answers.

So he understood!

Oh no, He understood?!

What do I say now? If I tell him that I am trying to payback the gratitude, then will get mad at me and I cannot bear that at all. I cannot see him angry on me. If I say tell him some bull tale lie, he would immediately catch it because he is one smart person I ever met.

What should I tell him?

I don’t want to loose him. I don’t want to loose his friendship. Nicco is not just one of the important people in my life; he is the only important person in my life.

“W-what? What is it?” I feigned innocence and turned away from him taking huge gulp of water.

“You know I late liars, Bella. Please tell me what is going on in your brain and trust me we will talk it out.” He looked at me seriously giving me a chance to explain my heart to him, like always.

If there is one thing I like so much in my best friend, then it is he doesn’t just assume anything. He always lets me talk and explain and only then will he scold for my stupidity.

“I – I just – want to give you what you deserve.” I said embarrassed, looking down with tears forming in my eyes. Now that I am telling him the truth, don’t know why everything I went through these past few days brought a wave of sadness in me.

“Hmm, you mean you are paying me back with your body for the money I poured on you?” He was blunt like he was trying to hurt me but the softness in his tone is a good assurance.

I nodded my head without looking at him because I know what I will see. He is already furious and I made him even angrier.

Can’t I do at least one thing properly?

I was just trying to pay him back and I couldn’t even do that. I am really useless.

Nicco took the glass of water from my hands and drank the remaining content in it. I was expecting him to lash out but what I did not expect was him to squeeze the glass hard enough to break and hurt his hand deeply.

“Niccolo!” I lurched forwards in an attempt to take his bloodied hand and look at the cut but he did not let me touch it. Tears ran down my cheeks like stormy rain when the blood oozing out of his hand fell down on the ground in large drops.

Oh no!

N-Nicco is hurt.

He can’t be hurt. He… can’t… he can’t be hurt.

“Nicco, you are hurt please let me look at it.” I cried out, standing up and attempting to hold his hand again.

Why is he not letting me look at his hand?

He is losing good amount of blood and such deep cuts hurt so much. He must be in hell lot of pain.

Why should he have to hurt himself? If he was angry then he should’ve expressed on me.

“Nicco please.” I pleaded but he just stood tall before me with bloodied red eyes looking at me cautiously like a hawk.

“Why?” He asked shortly. What does he mean why?

“Nicco you are hurt and you need medical attention. Come, please, I will clean it and wrap your hand. Please, Nicco.” I pleaded again to which he snorted in a mock looking at his hand intensely.

Why is he even angry with me? Is it because I did not succeed in seducing or is it because of some other reason?

Nicco snorted again and went to the washroom and brought first aid kit with him. He placed it before me on the table and sat on the sofa putting his hand before me. I was so grateful he heard me and immediately ran to him to treat his hand.

Just as I took the cotton roll to clean the blood, he pulled his hand away just in time and pulled out few dollar bills from his coat and placed them in my hand.

I looked at him in confusion as to why he is giving money to me?

I looked at the first aid box and saw that it has all the medicine that is needed then if it not for buying any medicine then why is he giving money?

“This is for you since you are treating my wound.” Something very sharp pressed into my heart and made me breathless.

He is paying me?

Is he crazy?

“You are paying me to treat a wound? You are my best friend, Nicco.” I whispered trying to cover the pain I was feeling.

Why?

Why is he doing this to me?

“Well, I don’t want to owe you since we were already talking about paybacks.” He said in a hard tone and wrapped my palm around the dollar bills.

“Everything cannot be just a transaction, Nicco. I am helping you because you are my best friend and seeing you hurt gives me pain. There is no give and take between us.” I tried to reason out and looked at him with sincerity. “You know Nicco, you are the only person in the whole world to whom I can happily give anything without expecting anything back.” I held his hand in mine and dabbed the wound lightly with the cotton roll.

When he gave me money in return for helping him, I just wanted to slap him on his face. I am not a trader to look at profits and losses after every activity I do.

What did he take me for? Did he really think I would accept his money?

I wish I can kick this senseless man hard and square to knock some senses inside him.

“Then if you are so willing to do anything for me and expect nothing in return, how did you assume I helped you all these years for your body in return?” He questioned softly and that was when something hard crashed inside my brain.

He felt insulted!

He felt hurt! All because of me.

“Tell me, Bella, did you think I was trying to get your body? If so, wouldn’t I be done with the task on the first night itself four years ago? Why would I go to as far as paying off your debts and making you available only for me? Did I do it so you can be my sl*t?” He questioned with hurt filled voice but what got me was the subject about paying off my debts.

He paid off the debts to the escort house?

“You – paid my complete debt to the house?” I asked softly trying to wrap my mind around the new confession.

“Yes I did. I cannot be anxious every day and night about someone else taking you away from me. I was about to tell you this happy news that you are partially free from the hell but you know what, never mind. I don’t want you to trouble yourself with finding ways to seduce me. Though you didn’t take me as your friend wholeheartedly, to me, you are the only girl with whom I can be myself without any pretense. I thought you accepted me the way I am but look how devastated I am to find the same girl trying to make transaction in a relationship I found so pure.”

Niccolo walked out of his cabin in fierce strides, leaving me in tears and guilt.

I’m sorry, Niccolo!

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