His salvation

3

🖤Nevaeh's pov 🖤

So I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands

It's been officially a week since I've been staying in Dmitri's mansion and it's been boring. I'm surprised he let me roam the house freely without keeping an eye on me. I mean I wouldn't trust me but then again he's hella intimidating and I would like the keep my boobs attached to my chest thank you. I'm not taking any chances.

I'm roaming through the hallway, destination, the kitchen. My baby needs food. At that thought I look down at my stomach and rub it but my little moment was interrupted as I bumped into a hard chest.

I look up at the person to apologise and damn is he fine.

He has a toned chest that indicates he's been working out and no I don't have to touch it to be able to tell, it's one of my many talents. His hair is black and he has a brown eyes but something about his face looks familiar

"sorry" I say nonchalantly looking him in the eyes.

He smirks at me clearly noticing me checking him out "also watch where you're going next time" I say and pass beside him, giving him no chance to reply

"-wait" the fine dude calls out.

I stop in my tracks and turned back. He walks over to me grinning "I'm Lorenzo" he stretches one hand forward aiming for a handshake which I made no move to reciprocate "Dmitri's brother" he adds. As if that will give me more assurance.

I rolled my eyes "Nevaeh" I shake his hand

"Oh I know" he jokes and laughs at his own joke "happy to finally put a name to the face"

looking at him now, I can see some similarities in their features. The only difference is their eye colour. While Dmitri has deep forest green Lorenzo has honey brown eyes but their face structure is almost alike but I'd choose Dmitri any day.

"Look dude, I don't mean to be rude but I'm cranky when I'm hungry so... see ya"

"Oh go ahead princess. I can't stand in the way between you and food" he fake bows "I guess I'll see you around"

"You are one smart boy" I smile at him and made my exist.

I got to the kitchen and met Emma, the middle age woman who apparently makes Dmitri's food out of the many maids he has. "Hey Emma"

"Nevaeh darling how are you doing?" She gives me a big smile while making whatever delicious masterpiece she's making.

"I honestly don't know Emma but I'm not dead yet...so that counts." She chuckles at what seems like a joke "I'm starving what are you making" I lean over the counter

"I'm making gnocchi nothing fancy and it's almost done"

"What in heavens is gnocchi? An Italian dish?" Who am I kidding of course it is

"Indeed it is. If you don't like it, I will make something else to your preference" she's so sweet but I don't want to trouble her.

She dishes out my food and place it in front of me with a glass of orange juice, she knows how much I like orange juice. Damn this gnocchi is not gonna be my favourite but I can't complain. I give Emma a sheepish smile. Soon enough I finish my meal and Emma took my plate "oh no Emma I can do it myself" But she protests ending up doing it while I just sat down and stared like a moron

"So how was the gnocchi?" Emma asks breaking the silence

"It was delicious I loved it"

"Lies" she chuckles "I saw the faces you made while swallowing it, I wanted to stop you but Also wanted to see how long you could keep it up and I gotta give it to you, you are one stubborn girl and I thought there was no one as stubborn as Dmitri. No wonder you both get along well"