Two complete opposite. Two wondering souls looking for a place to belong.
Gianna, 18, is a fragile girl who is longing to be loved. By anyone, brother, father even lover, she is just looking for someone to fill that void she is trying so hard to...
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My stomach rumbles just at the thought of dinner, Matteo came home just a few hours ago and has been in his office ever since. I have been plucking up the courage to go down stairs and ask what is for dinner but I have been hiding in my room with my face between two pages of a book. When my stomach rumbles, echoing around the room I take that as my queue as to grow a pair and ask him.
I climb off my bed walking towards my door as I let out a sigh, "Come on G." I say to myself before swinging the door opens then skipping down the hallway. I reach the top of the stairs as I hear him shouting from here. I slow my pace down until I hear a massive sigh.
"GIANNA." he calls and I nod rushing down the stairs following the sound of his voice into the office. I remember what the girls say and gently knock on the door waiting for his reply. He calls come in and I do just that, slowly pushing the door open. My eyes are met with a very dark office, wooden shelves everywhere as well as couches places with a glass office table, past the couches is his desk which he is sat behind. Two chairs are seated just in front of his desk making me feel like I am in the principles office.
"You ok." he asks as he watches me hesitantly sit down in front of him. "I herd you met Luce and jess today." he says and I nod my head as I begin to play withy my hands on my lap.
"Yeah they seem very nice." I reply as he nods his head standing from the couch. "I was wondering if we were having any dinner." I reply and he chuckles.
"Obviously we are having dinner bambina, i'm not going to let you starve." he says in disbelief walking around his desk, he perches himself on the desk in front of me placing his hands either side of him gripping the desk.
"Oh sorry. I was just curious." I say looking down, I pick the skin round my finger nails as I am not sure what to say next.
"Don't apologise Gianna. Its not your mistake." he replies looking at me, I snap my head up as my eyes lock with his making me bite my lower lip. His eyes flicks to my lips as I see his fingers dig into the wood of his desk turning his knuckles a painful white colour.
"What would you like for dinner." he asks breaking the silence standing up straight. I shrug my shoulders as he holds his hand out for me, I take it as he helps me off of the black leather seat. I quickly let of his hand as we make out way into the kitchen, "Some of my friends are coming around tonight as well as Enzo." he says with a smile and I nod leaning against the kitchen counter.
"So do you have someone cook for you or?" I ask looking around the kitchen, he shakes his head making me laugh. "Thats a surprise, you look the type to work Sundays and have a worker for everything." I laugh and he shakes his head.
"No, I have two perfectly ok hands I can make my own meal." he replies and I laugh in disbelief.
"So cooking maybe, but I guarantee you do not have time to cut the lawn. You look like you work fat too much to have time to do such tedious activities." I reply making him roll his eyes.
