"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck.
"You think so?" He asks.
"Yes, yes I do."
"Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw.
When he says that I feel my heart do a million f...
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I'M LEAD THROUGH a few hallways, following a maid- does that sound rude?-as she leads me up a few more flight of stairs and towards two sets of double doors facing each other.
"Alright, this room is your room Ms Kings, and this one is the Dons" She says, her thick Italian accent coming through.
Oh?
"Grazie" I smile as she opens the door for me and hands me 2 pieces of clothing which are folded neatly.
"If you need anything, I'm downstairs in the kitchen or in the maids courters which I'm sure you'll be shown to soon enough. Someone will be coming soon too give you a tour of the compound." She smiles a strained smile as she leaves after I thank her again.
A deep sigh exits my lips as I look around my new space.
It's big, spacious and very modern. If anything I expected to sleep in the basement or something.
Walking around my new room and examining it for cameras – which I luckily don't find – I take note of a small, yet still spacious empty walk-in closet as well as an ensuite bathroom of which has a basket of towels, a new toothbrush and some other hygiene products.
I walk out of the bathroom and towards the king sized bed in the middle of the room, flopping down onto my back, closing my eyes and becoming lost in my thoughts.
A sudden knock echoes from the door and into the room, making me open my eyes and stand, the light tapping of my footsteps thudding against the carpet as I make my way towards the door I open it seeing a tall 5'7-ish woman towering over my 5'4 height. Her hair is black and wavy hair with blonde highlights in them.
Her skin skin tone is a bright olive-ish color that glows. She has curvy hips with a beautifully toned stomach. She's wearing flared jeans with a black crop top which has 'bad bitch' sprawled across in white glittery colors along with some air force 1's. Her hazel eyes stare into my own brown ones and she smiles pulling her hand out for me to shake, "Hey, my names Justina. I'm sure you were told that I was going to be taking you on a tour of the compound," she tilts her head.
I nod taking her hand and shake it with a small practiced smile on my face, "Zamira."
She gives me a curt nod and moves out of the way, giving me space so that I'm able to leave the room and follow along with her. She begins the tour at our current position then continues to move on throughout the rest of the big space.
During the tour she describes each room and what they're mostly used for, like the living room which I now know is sometimes used as their meeting space for a relaxed day, blah blah blah.
