Dilara

Chapter 15:

'I'm not leaving until you feel better.' Adriano says, crossing his arms.

'What can you do?' I sigh. I tighten the towel around me.

'Just trust me.' He says. I turn glaring at him.

'I'm not having sex with you if that's what you're thinking.' I snap, making his eyes go from my chest to my face. He smirks.

'As much as I would love to, I wasn't thinking that.' He replies.

'Relax on your stomach on your bed.' Ariano says.

'Yeah that's not suspicious at all.' I roll my eyes.

Ignoring his glare, I do as he says. He walks over to my vanity where all my facial cleansers are. I prob myself up on my arms.

'What are you looking for?' I ask.

'Don't you have any lavender oil?' He says, rummaging through bottles.

'It's the little brown bottle with a lavender on it dumbass.' I say. He picks up a bottle and removes his silver rings, placing them on my vanity before coming to sit on the bed behind me.

'I need you to...lower your towel.' He says clearing his throat.

'If this is one of your perverted fetishes I will not hesitate to use that knife you have in you waistband.' I snap.

'Will you just trust me.' He says exasperated.

I get on my knees, and wrap my towel around my lower back, right on top of where my ass starts. At least he can only see my back. I go back onto my stomach.

'I just want you to relax.' He says.

I gasp when I feel his warm hands with lavender oil on them against my back.

'Where's the pain?' He asks.

'Lower back.' I say.

I feel his warm hands slide down my back. He holds onto my hips and softly moves his thumbs in circles, massaging me.

'You're so tense.' He says.

He slides his hands up, massaging the oil into my skin.

'That feels so good.' I mumble.

'I know.' Adriano says. I can practically hear the smirk on his face.

He massages the oil into my upper back, in between my shoulder blades. He starts rubbing my bruised shoulder.

My phone starts ringing, I prop my self up on my arms and grab it from next to me. Mum.

'Hello.' I says sighing.

'Dilara how are you darling?' Mother exclaims over the phone. I feel Adriano get off my bed.

'I'm good.' I reply. 'Are you drunk?'

'I'm not always drinking.' She replies. I roll my eyes. Sure.

'What do you need mum?' I ask.

'My card go cancelled, could you pay for an extra two weeks at the hotel?' She says.

'What about Antonio?' I sigh, rubbing my forehead. I look up and Adriano walks into the bathroom.

I press my phone to my ear keeping it in place with my shoulder, I get up and wrap the towel around my whole body.

'I don't want to annoy him.' She says. But your fine with annoying me?