Three weeks. Three fucking long weeks.

That's how long it has been since I saw his face, felt his arms around my waist, felt his kisses against my forehead and lips.

That's how long it's been since I heard him call me amore or neonata with that charming smile of his.

That's how long the sound of him calling me by name for the very first has been playing in my head.

It sounded just so wrong that he called me by name. The sound of him calling me by those cute Italian petnames stuck to me so hearing my name roll off his tongue in that vile tone broke me in more ways than I've ever been broken before.

Angelo and Nicola aren't even standing outside my door anymore. They are the ones who brought me back to my apartment the day after Vincenzo and I's argument.

They were back to being their chatty selfs but I wasn't in the mood to talk to them. I think I also lost two friends that day.

I'm back to my boring life without Vincenzo, and to be honest, I miss him more than anything. Even though I didn't go out more when I was with him, my life wasn't boring.

He made me feel things, think of things, understand things, that I have never before. He made me experience so much in such a short time span and I just want all of it back.

I want him back.

I miss the way he used to look at me when he was just happy to be around me, the way he looked at me when he was overtaken by lust, and just the way he looked at me when got jealous and protective.

My apartment feels unfamiliar and colder than before. It looks exactly the way I left it but it feels different. Staying in the penthouse for that short period of time made me forget about this place.

I found comfort in a place where Vincenzo was, and now that he isn't with me, this place has no comfort.

Going to sleep alone feels horrible. I struggle to fall asleep without his body heat warming me up every night. I'm back to tossing and turning like I used to before I met him.

I tried calling him but he just sends me to voicemail or declines my call on the first ring. Texting him lead me nowhere so I've just stopped trying to get in contact with him.

It took me two weeks to stop myself from calling and texting him, and now I just feel like nothing. He has made me feel this way and I need him to come and fix this feeling, now.

His brothers have been asking me to go to the penthouse and check in on him but I don't have the power in me to do so anymore.

Is this what it feels like to have your heart broken? How do people even live through this? It's horrible.

Unlike me, my father was more than ecstatic to find out that Vincenzo and I are over. He was so happy that he even set me up on a date tonight.

I don't see this date working out but if it's going to make my father happy then I will do it. The only good thing I have left in my life now is my father and I will do anything to make sure he doesn't leave me too.

And as hard as I've been trying to forget about him, I still wonder what Vincenzo has been doing for these past few weeks.

I haven't seen his face on the TV in a while. His face isn't even on the front page of newspapers anymore or even the covers of leading magazines.

He's been radio silent, and it kind of worries me.

Getting over someone I was just getting to understand is harder than I thought, but maybe a new face will make me forget all about him.

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I finish tying the laces of my white sneakers and jump up from my bed. I'd be lying if I said I went all out with my outfit for this date. I put the least effort I ever have for a date tonight and I don't care one bit.

I slapped on a simple red, football designed, crop tee with a pair of ripped baggy jeans and my hair is done up in two puffy buns.

In the mirror, I look an ordinary teenager, and I should start acting like one. I was rushed into growing up because I was forced into it.

It's time I take my youth back and live a little.

I walk out of my room and hear a soft knock at my door. My eyes widen as I run to the door, my heart beating faster as I anticipate to see his face on the other side of the door.

I pull the door back, only to be disappointed.

"Uhm, hey," the tall guy says with an awkward smile. "Is this where Nyx Manson lives?" He asks while looking me over, his eyes going over every single part of my body before coming back up to my face.

"Yes. I'm Nyx," I say while stepping back, ready to close the door in his face because I have no clue who this guy is.

"I'm Connor," he says and my brows furrow. "What's wrong?" He asks when he notices my confused look.

"You are not what I expected."

"Excuse me?" He now looks confused.

"The last guy my father set me up with was wearing a suit and had six figures in his bank account. You look like–"

"I look like a college student who doesn't have so much money in his account," he laughs.

"You are college student?" I squeak, surprised that he is still in school.

"Yeah, I'm nineteen," he says with a shy look. "Your father told me that you are done with college 'cause you are super smart."

"Yeah... early acceptance to MIT."

There's a long moment where we just stand in front of each other, quiet and awkward.

He is dressed like someone I should be dating.

He is wearing a plain white shirt with a dog tag chain hanging from his neck. His black jeans are luckily not too tight and aren't hanging low on his waist – I find that unattractive.

We are actually wearing the exact same white sneakers, and I'm not surprised because everyone has a pair of this shoe these days.

There's a black, backwards, baseball cap on his head that's letting strands of his brown hair stick out at the rim.

He has an army of freckles marching over his nose and onto his high cheekbones. His lips are a bit thick and are a light shade of pink.

He isn't bulky but he is also not small, he is built just right so this tells me he goes to the gym every now and then. He's a very tall guy and that's already making him extremely attractive.

"You really look good," he says, breaking the silence. My eyes snap up to his hazel eyes, his real hazel eyes. "And your eyes are beautiful."

"Thank you," I say in a shy tone, a few butterflies floating around in my stomach.

A smile stretches across his face as he holds his hand out to me. I gladly take hold of it and close the door to my apartment. I lock the door and put the key in my small leather backpack before focusing on Connor.

"Not going to lie, I don't have some fancy dinner planned," he says while scratching the back of his head.

"Good," I laugh. "I could go for some burgers and fries right now."

"I think I've found my soulmate," he chuckles while playfully bumping into my shoulder with his body. I smile up at him, thinking of how this might actually work out.

We walk out of my apartment complex and across the street to a dark blue Jaguar. "I thought you were just a college student with not much money in his account..."

"Yeah, I am, but my pops is loaded, that's how I got this date with you. He knows your dad and they both thought we would make a good couple and well, here I am, trying to impress you," he says with that smile of his.

"Well, colour me impressed," I say with a giggle. Connor fist bumps the air before looking over at me with a cheeky grin. "You are silly," I laugh while patting his arm.

"Do you like silly guys?" He asks with a cheeky grin.

"I think I do," I say with a wink and that only makes him smile. He opens the car door for me, and I choose not to snap at him, as I thank him and get into his car.

He closes the door and quickly jogs around the car to the driver's seat. He gets into the car and starts the engine, his smile still present on his handsome face.

He ain't that bad.

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Vincenzo, who?

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