Enzo Salvatore- a wealthy business man by day, sexy mafia boss by night. He has it all. The money, the looks, the wealth, and usually the women. Yet when he crosses paths with Aria, he feels as though he's missing an important piece.
Aria Lopez- she...
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My head was pounding. Like there was a literal alarm clock smashing around with a monkey inside my head. I rolled over and reached for my phone, not feeling it there though.
I open my eyes and immediately close them, the light from the open drapes flooding into my eyes. Memories from last night flooding into my mind.
That weird guy that tried taking me somewhere. The number of drinks we consumed. Enzo helping me after I passed out and then hugging him before I left. The way his arms wrapped around me pulled me into his body. How I ended up leaving Daniella alone in the club.
I opened up my eyes again, letting the light consume me. My eyes move around the room looking for my phone but seeing no sign of it anywhere. Surely I didn't leave it at the club last night right?
Bang. Bang. Bang.
What the fuck is someone doing at my door this early in the morning? I rolled out of bed. Literally rolled, I think my legs forgot how to stand up. I lay there for a minute, finally get up, and make my way to the front door.
I swing it open to find Ivy, my best friend, standing there with a bunch of papers in her hand and a cup of coffee. It smells so good. It's the only thing my mind can focus on even though she's busy shouting at me. The next thing I know she's barging into my house and shoving the coffee into my hand at the same time.
Mmmm a vanilla cappuccino with a shot of espresso.
"You've not returned any of my calls and we've had a delayed shipment of fabrics so the manufacturer is starting to get on our asses, therefore, no merchandise is being made" She fumbles with the papers in her hands as she explains.
"Okay, let's slow down and take a deep breath, it's still too early for this," I say whilst finishing my coffee.
"Early in the morning? Bitch what planet are you living on? It's 2 fucking pm!" What. It can't be.
"Oh. Well, that's shocking." The look on her face is not pleasant, I can't tell if she's planning a way to kill me or if she's having trouble shitting. Maybe both.
"What fabrics?" I ask her. She hands me two pieces of paper with the order summary stating no blush lace or silverfox silk has been dispatched. Oh heck. Our most popular colors. We were supposed to get sent these a week ago. An idea quickly pops into my mind.
"Okay, I'll call the warehouse to see where the fabrics are and you call the manufacturer to see how much of the fabrics they have left" Her body destressed a small amount as she picks up her phone and begins to call them.
Shit. I forgot I don't have my phone. I guess I'll have to use hers once she's finished.
Three hours and a bowl of nachos later, we have finally gotten the fabrics to the manufacturer. Maybe I should change professions, something easier which means I don't have to work weekends. Maybe a delivery worker.
