Fifteen year old Alexandra Amoretto Decides to run around the city, Causing trouble with a random boy she met on the bus after being abandoned by her boyfriend because of her pregnancy.
Seventeen year old Massimo Del Carlo Runs around the city causi...
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My phone repeatedly rings the morning alarm. If you think anything is going to ruin my good, good sleep right now, you're sadly mistaken.
Shorty A loud thud snaps my body awake, now, i'm sadly mistaken. "T?!" I called out and soon my feet were pittering towards him.
I almost forgot my new penthouse I was in. "ARTEMIS!" I pushed open his door.
He stands full height and perfectly safe dressed in the most posh uniform i've ever seen next to a random woman dressed in a sad attempt at work attire and more like stripper clothes.
"What's wrong, Mama?" He looked at me like I was the strange one. Panting, I reply, "I heard a noise." my braid bun droops behind my back.
"I dropped my metal water bottle." he says, holding the silver cylinder in his hand. By dropping he meant he tested the damage falling on it, he does it all the time.
"Who is this?" I ask. The woman fixes the slightly disgusted look on her face and turns around and walks towards me with a smile.
"Hi, I'm Mara, Massimo's personal house assistant." she holds out her hand giving me a full view of her cleavage in the very small black button up shirt.
Her light brown hair is blown out perfectly and her black pencil skirt barely touched her ass. It was giving, "my husbands sex slave" and I wasn't here for that.
"I'm Alex." I shook her hand. She furrowed her eyebrows and parted our handshakes. "You're Alexandra Armoretto?" she says it as if me being me was unexpected.
"Were you expecting someone else?" she hides her shocked composure and brushes it off.
"No i- i mean the name is just italian i didn't expect you to be-"
"black?" I raised a brow.
"She was for sure going to say that." Artemis seconds. By no means was I italian but it's also very common for slave owners to give slave their last names back in the day so put two and two together.
She chuckles nervously, changing the subject. "I was told to get -what i'm assuming your son- ready for school this morning."
she walks over to him. Artemis stood high ready for the world in a white button up with a navy blue and red plaid vest over it and a black tie beneath it and black pants along with solid black shoes. His hair is already done and moisturized.
"Why didn't you tell me I was going to Weildbridge?! That school is going to make me destined to be rich. I can't believe you did this!" he brightens.
"I just found out last night." I stated truthfully and his gleamy glow drops. "You didn't put me in there?"
"No Massimo did." Then he narrows his eyes into slits.
"Yea the school is not that great anyways. He could've done better." he mutters, picking up a brand new burgundy jansport book bag.
