Possessing Farrah ✔️

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 (V)

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Farrah's POV.

He is wearing a pair of black gym shorts and a muscle-fit t-shirt. His hair is slicked back from his face, which is stoic and unreadable, as always. His dark eyes travel from Davide, over to me. He looks me up and down, taking in my perspiration-coated appearance.

"She's improving," he states simply.

He pushes off the wall and disappears out the door. I turn back to Davide.

"How does he know I'm improving?"

"He watches us train sometimes."

This is news to me.

"What?! How?!"

He points to a mirrored window in the wall. "That's a two-way mirror in my office. Mr Ferrante sometimes watches us train to see how you're doing."

"Why didn't you tell me that?" I ask in exasperation.

"Because it might have affected your performance. He needs to know because he's going to be training you soon."

I stare at him in confusion. Davide rolls his eyes, irritated that he has to explain himself.

"Mr Ferrante will be training you when you come back at the end of July for your third year. You'll still train with me, but he will do a couple of sessions with you a week."

Why does the idea of training with that moody man terrify me?

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On Friday afternoon, Davide and I finish just before 3pm. I take a shower and change into a white summer dress. I leave my hair in wet curls down my back and go downstairs to find Santos, the moody bodyguard that is stuck with me on Fridays.

Mr Ferrante is on the phone to someone in the corridor. He pauses when he sees me, his body becoming tense.

"Un momento," he mutters to whoever he is on the phone to.

One moment.

His eyes narrow at my dress, pausing at where it ends at my thighs. "Where are you going?"

"I was going to ask Santos to take me into one of the towns."

His jaw clenches. I get the feeling he is not in a good mood today. "Why?"

"I want ice cream."

"There's ice cream here," he retorts bluntly. "Besides, you know it's not on your diet."

"We haven't got tiramisu ice cream, and I'm allowed one treat a day," I respond, aware that I sound like a spoiled child.

He sighs and shakes his head. "Fine. He is outside waiting for me, I'll take Enzio instead," he mutters, mostly to himself.

Santos is leaning against some expensive-looking car when I step outside. I explain the situation swap and he grabs the keys for the SUV instead. He collects Giovanni, another guard, and drives me to the local town. He parks up and the two of them tail me as I walk to the ice cream shop that has become my favourite place to go for a treat.

I pay for my ice cream and stroll along the cobbled streets, enjoying the rich tiramisu flavour. It's the perfect blend of coffee and vanilla.

"Bella! Bellissima!"

I can hear someone calling me beautiful, but I ignore them. There are few men my age around here, but it doesn't stop the older ones from trying. I grimace as I hear heavy footfalls getting closer to me. It seems the man has not taken the hint. I glance at him in my peripherals. He's in his forties, that's not too bad.