𝐀𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
I can't tell you how fast I left his office.
He's married.
Of course he's married, I mean look at him. There's no way a man that fine is single.
I try to steady my breath and drive, thinking about what just happened.
The way I wanted to jump on this man. A married man.
I start to ask myself as to why I didn't see the ring before.
Maybe because you were to busy thinking about fucking him. I hear a voice in my head say.
"Well yes, but that's not the point or maybe it is. Fuck." I reply trying to keep calm.
I continue driving only to arrive in front of the person's house who started all of this shit.
I ring the doorbell of no other than Sydni's house.
She opens the door with her son, Mason propped up on her hip and I can't help but laugh at the sight.
Sydni wasn't always the mom figure she's portraying right now. She used to be a cold-hearted bitch. I guess this is what happens when you push a kid out of your vagina and get married.
I scrunch my face at the thought of that happening to me.
"How was the interview and why exactly are you here?" she says to me.
I ignore her question completely and walk into her kitchen to pour me a glass of wine as she puts Mason down for a nap.
"You told me Lorenzo go way back, which led me to expect some old, run-down, close to death man! Not some handsome Greek god, Sydni what the fuck! Did you know he's married too? Fucking married like with a ring and a wife! I can't even look at you right now. Bitch you set me up!" I basically shout at her while pouring another glass of wine.
Are these guys virgin drinkers or something? Where's the tequila or scotch, shit anything other than wine.
Sydni looks at me and laughs.
The bitch laughs at me.
"Does it look like I'm joking right now?" I shout as I feel my anger rise.
"Oh- oh my gosh, Ahani you -." She barely gets out a sentence as she continues to laugh at me.
She finally stops laughing and drinks a glass of water which I told her to choke on.
"I sent you there for a job. Not to help you look for someone to fuck. God, has it been that long? Also just how old do you think I am? I'm the same age as you bitch." she says while clearly trying to hold in her laughter.
I remained quiet realizing that she's right.
I went there for a job not a tinder date.
"So you wanna fuck Lorenzo? The married man who's devoted to his wife more than you and your relationship with alcohol?" she says while pouring another glass of water.
"Ok, I never said I wanted to fuck him and that's low, even for you. I'll take my leave now." I say while grabbing my bag and heading towards the door.
"Ahani" I hear her call from behind me.
I turn around to face her with a bored look on my face.
"This job is the only thing helping you keep your house right now so don't fuck it up. " she says in a stern tone.
I simply nod my head and leave to head home.
Stepping into my house, I throw the mail that has been left at my doorstep into the pile where the rest lay.
I don't need a headache right now.
I sigh while laying out on my couch trying to relax but a certain Italian man invades the process.
"Who's the wife anyway?" I say to myself while googling the couple on my phone.
Well shit, she's beautiful.
Her names Diana and I could see why they named her that, she really does resemble the famous princess.
I continue going through her on google when I stumble upon her Instagram.
It's filled with pictures of her and Lorenzo. Her husband.
Vacations, parties, covers of magazines, and just simple selfies of the two.
I roll my eyes shutting off phone realizing I'm only hurting myself if I continue.
I do the next best thing that has never failed me...
𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.
