*my former author name is on the cover, but I can't change it on this template anymore and I like the cover to much*
"𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝"
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The next morning I woke up because of people shouting at one another. So I went to find were the shouting came from. On my left I knew that that's the way to the staircase, but the sound came from my right. So I walked to the end of the hallway to be meeted with a door.
The shouting was unhearable for me because of me being to far away from the door, I do know it's Italian.
"vai a farti forterre" the door opens and a man walks out while shouting it at someone inside. "E tu che puttana sei?" he asked me stepping infront of me. God he's tall, I look up at him slightly frightened by his posture. (go fuck yourself & what for whore are you?)
"Non parlare ai miei ospiti in quel modo" a deep and thick voice says on a sexy tone, I've heard that before.. Lorenzo! So is this is his office? "vattene ora, non ti voglio in vista in questo momento!" The other man scoffs and bumps my shoulder walking out. WHen he's gone I lock eyes with Lorenzo. (Don't talk to my guests like that & leave now, I don't want you in eyesight now)
"Did we wake you up?" he asks his hands motioning to sit in front of him on a chair. I shake my head and look at the immense amount of books in this room. He did wake me up, but I don't care and I don't want to make him feel bad or anything, even if I have a feeling that he probably wouldn't care either way.. "Oh, well how are you? Feeling a little better?"
"I think, did you sleep well?" I ask him looking at him giving him a small smile.
"No, didn't sleep at all, I had work to do" he answers my question. I nod he's probably busy, so I turn around. "Where are you going" the damn husky voice asks as I walk to the door.
"Oh I thought you were busy.."
"Never, not for you.."
Is he flirting with me? "Is that flirting mr Giordano?"
"Yes and how do you know my lastname?"
"I stumbled on your brother early this morning..."
"Oh, Well take my compliment as a flirt by the way.." I smile, why am I smiling? Damn fuck it. "We should eat some breakfast and I will get you home, it's 8.30 am" he says looking at the clock in is office. "Let me get my keys"
He walks up to his office and opens a drawer. he gets his keys and his jacket from over the chair he just sat on. he motioned for me to walk out and walked out behind me. He walked in silence as I was to unsocialised to start a conversation with him.
"What do you do for a living?" he asked me.
I did a lot. I once dealed a shipment for some scary looking man when I was twelve. No one expects a twelve year old dealing drugs right? I did a lot of jobs, all different, some more horrific than the other. I may look like a nice soft girl, but actually I am just broken and more tough then people expect on first sight.
"I am a waitress"
"Where?"
"The kingsize tower"
It's a rich place what pays good, so when I stopped drug dealing I started working there. The people are nice who visit. It also has a spa, a club, a hotel and even an online business. So I don't mind getting payed quite what for just being a simple waitress off a fucking rich businness life.
Lorenzo looked at me, the frown in his thick dark brows were visible as he thought. I wanted to read his emotions straight off of his face, as it was impossible to. His eyes locked away every ounce of emotion they thought and stared coldly and numb in whatever he was looking at. his brows were frowned, but nothing could be picked up by that small gesture as his lips were in a straight line making me wondering if they ever part apart from speaking.
Lorenzo his features are beautiful as said. His thick dark brows, his black hair, his dark brown eyes, the small beard growing on his jaw, the jaw itself damn. He's as we say our knight on a white horse, but not blond. I don't even think he is close to a knight, everything what radiates off of him makes me see everything but a nice man, if I wouldn't have been mourning right now I don't think I would ever get close to him like I sat besides him yesterday.
I was being nice, I wasn't thinking, but now looking at him it's like I have a computer in my head and everthing is red everything is danger. I don't want to think that low of someone I never met, but it's what radiates off of him, a slut would pick up hot and good in bed. She would want him to fuck her senseless, while I as a girl who never even talked with boys would just think Danger.
I don't know Lorenzo, and for the matter of fact he is probably not worth it to think like that about him, I don't want that, but I do, My brains do that whenever they think it's not safe.
It's an impulse. It's how things work, I can't change that. He did give me a reason to trust him, he let me in his house he helped me feel a little tiny bit better. I have a lot of reasons that I could maybe trust him, but somehow I don't.
He walked me outside to his car, it's a black suv with blinded car windows.
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a/n: bad timing to quit the chapter but who cares
I hope y'all liked it
did I write it in class?
yes.
Did I have to study for a test?
yes.
did I do that?
no.
Why?
Because I wrote this stupid authors note, well byeee.
