Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ ✰
"𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭"
I walked into business class with a scowl set on my face.
Unfortunately, it was that time of the month again, and mother nature chose this morning to welcome me with it.
I sagged sloppily in my usual seat and drew a palm across my face. I had placed my head on the table, trying hard not to groan in pain from my stomach's persistent burning.
Sometimes I despised being a woman.
My head lifted slightly to look over when I heard the chair beside me move. When I saw Roman sink in the chair next to me, my gloomy mood lightened a little.
To adjust himself, he fell back in his chair, spreading his legs and raising his body slightly. He ran his hand through his hair before looking over at me, and the searing ache in my gut shocked me again. I flinched and turned away.
I grumbled to myself subconsciously about how inconsiderate my stomach was being right now as I threw my head back between my crossed arms on the table.
The professor's words drew me away from my complaining, and I sat up straight for a moment, before slumping back down. I leant over to pull my laptop out of my bag, but when my hands felt nothing, I panicked.
I slid the bag onto my lap and began anxiously searching through it, only to come up empty-handed once more.
How the fuck did I take my bag to school and not pack anything?
I don't even recall what I did this morning, now that I think about it.
I sigh and toss the empty bag on the ground next to me, staring blankly at the professor.
Guess I'll have to use my brain.
My focus was brought to my desk, where a notepad and a pen was set in front of me. I frown as I glance in the direction it came from and look at Roman, dumbfoundedly.
His gaze was drawn to the front, but he detected my stare and turned to look at me. He peered into my eyes without emotion, then moved them to the notebook and nodded at it.
"Are you sure?" I whispered.
He rolled his eyes and returned his gaze to the front, nodding once more. I smiled widely at him and resisted the need to give him an appreciative hug.
I began jotting down everything and made a mental note to put it all down on my laptop together with the rest of my notes when I got home.
My stomach began to ache again, halfway through the lesson, and I was having none of it.
I put down my pen for the time being since I couldn't concentrate.
I stared mindlessly at the front of the class, my thoughts corrupted with the need for food and the nagging of my stomach.
