Enzo

Chapter 1

Pandoras POV

"Could you shut your goddamn mouth for one fucking minute Timati?! Mi sto stancando delle tue stronzate." (I'm getting tired of your bullshit.) - I sometimes really can't believe that I have the same parents as this idiot.

"Stop cursing at me in Italian Pandora." "Or what? You'll tell daddy? He'll for sure listen to you up there" - I started smirking, my brother hated when I brought up our dead dad.

I've always hated our dad. He was a dick but at least he had money. The money that is now mine.

"Don't talk like that about him. We both know that-" "Yeah yeah I know save me that lecture"

"Pulisci il disordine nel soggiorno e liberati del corpo! Voi due non avete tutto il giorno per quello e io non vi pago per niente!" (Clean up the clutter in the living room and get rid of the body! You two don't have all day for that and I don't pay you for nothing!)

"The bodyguards you brought me are useless." - I got cut off by my brother "that's because they are your bodyguards and not your cleaners and you know that" - this bitch could have at least brought me some useful people

My neck is starting to hurt. I had my phone between my shoulder and my ear so it would not fall while I was washing the blood from my father's last side-chick of my hands and arms.

I'm kinda relieved he was dead now, I mean he never treated our mom good. She was a great woman, always cared for me and Timati. Dad tried to do that too but he was too busy with all his side-chicks and businesses at least he said it like that. That wasn't even the thing that annoyed me, what makes me so mad about him until this day and probably to the day I die is that he hit my mother.
He always hit her because of the alcohol but she tried to hide it from us. Her children.

"By the time you washed that blood off you those useless people as you would call them should be finished with the body and our guest should have arrived-"

"OUR WHAT?!" - I yelled at my brother

"Shut up Pandora and calm down-" and that was the last word I've heard from him before I threw my phone against the wall and it shattered into a million pieces.

Why wouldn't he tell me there is someone visiting us? Now I wouldn't even have the time to shower and get ready for that goddamn meeting later. He is not the one covered in blood and dirt.

After all the disgusting blood of that bitch was off my hands I took some makeup and did some finishing touches so I could go under people again.

I stepped into my black Ferrari with a short tight red dress on. I felt looks all over my body. I am disgusted by those looks.

When my bodyguard came to my car "Abbiamo pulito il soggiorno, ci siamo assicurati che non fosse rimasto niente in casa e che il corpo fosse sparito capo." (We cleaned the living room, made sure there was nothing left in the house and that the body was gone boss.)

"Beh, ti ci è voluto abbastanza tempo per farlo. Porta la Range Rover alla villa che ci incontreremo lì. Ho una riunione più tardi." (Well, that took you long enough to do. Take the Range Rover to the mansion we will meet there. I have a meeting later.)

I actually never thought about who could be our visitor. I mean I don't care that's probably why but it could maybe be my mother. It would be nice but I don't have time for some pathetic family reunion where everyone starts arguing about some unnecessary shit.

I drive up to my mansion to see a matte black Lamborghini. Yep, that's definitely not my mother. But I still don't have time to think about our secret visitor.

As I get out of my car my bodyguard comes out and I threw my keys in his hand so he can park my car somewhere.

When I walked inside my house a maid gave me a glass of water. Not even two minutes after I came home my brother came to me with an iPad in his hand.

"You are here, finally. So-"

"I absolutely do not give a fuck about what you are going to say to me" I raise my arm my index finger only a few inches away from his face so he's not going to cut me off in the middle of my sentence "I am going to take a shower now and you, my brother you are going to write everything important onto that little iPad of yours and give it to me when I'm back" I smile at him and turn around to walk away.

I turn my head one more time to look at him "and that little guest of yours can have another drink or two and he'll be fine"

I turn on the water in my shower. As soon as the hot water made contact with my skin I feel how goosebumps spread all over my body. ugh I love hot showers after work

Suddenly there is a knock on the door. This motherfucker I thought I told him to leave me.

"What do you want now" I yelled annoyed thinking it was my brother who knocked but to my surprise a low rough voice responded "oh sorry I thought this was my room"

Ok, now I'm confused. His room? But off that room stuff, that voice sounded mad hot. Now I'm interested in who our guest is.

After my shower, I dried and styled my long brown hair.

I put on a navy blue suit, a black top under it, and some black Christian Louboutin heels.

After the last finishing touches on my makeup, I decided to go downstairs.

As soon as I opened the massive door Timati gave me his iPad and told me some irrelevant things I'm not interested in anyways.

There he was, our mysterious guest, to whom this hot voice belongs to. And geez not only his voice is hot, this face and body- wow

No stop bitch wrong time and wrong person.

"If I'm allowed to introduce this is Mr. Arrosi" my eyes wandered from my brother to the other side of the room where Mr. Arrosi caught my eye. I raised one eyebrow and smiled a bit "pleasure" "The pleasure is mine and can call me Enzo" he said in a professional kinda way. His face was emotionless almost cold.

And that's how I met Enzo Arrosi for the first time without knowing what is going to happen in the future.