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𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗦 didn't have the best life. She had two deadbeat parents, her father was addicted to gambling-her...
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SO I thought about it while I was in the shower. And well...I mean, I'm dying soon so what's the harm in having Noah being my fuck buddy until my end comes?
I mean, you only live once...right?
"Is lunch ready, Miguel?" I asked-sitting at the island. Miguel looked at me, "lunch should be done soon, miss melody." He says. I smiled-"you can just call me melody Y'know." I laugh.
"If that's what you'd like then I shall start calling you melody from now on" he smiled. Is this guy really 20? He must have an old soul or Noah's probably made him like this.
I smiled-"what's for lunch, anyway?" I asked.
"Sir Noah's favorite, Rigatoni alla Carbonara." He said. I furrow my brows-"what's that?" I asked. " it's Fresh pasta rigatoni alla carbonara with cream sauce , egg, parmesan cheese ,olive oil and black pepper." Miguel spoke.
"Jesus, that sounds like a dinner more than a lunch." I say. Miguel laughed quietly-"it's an Italian dish. Sir Noah really enjoys it." He said-turning to me and smiling.
"Does Noah speak Italian?" I asked.
"perché non me lo chiedi tu stesso, tesoro?" My eyes widened when Noah's voice spoke from behind me. Did he just..
I spin around in my chair-looking up at him. "Holy shit, you do speak Italian. What did you say?" I asked. He shrugs-sitting next to me, "nothing important." He says-looking at Miguel and smirking.
I looked at Miguel and he was slightly smirking as well-"Miguel! What did he say?!" I asked. "Sorry, melody. I can't say, I have no idea what he said." He lord, shrugging as he went back to cooking.
"Fake ass bitches." I gasp.
Noah laughed-"all I said was "why don't you ask me yourself, darling?" See? Nothing important." Noah spoke. My eyes widened, my stomach filled with butterflies.
Darling..
"Say something else." I say-intrigued. His voice sounded ever sexier with that slight Italian accent when he spoke the language. He looked at me-"what do you want me to say?" He asked.
I shrug-"just say something, anything." I say.
He thought for a moment-before smirking. His eyes locked on mine as he started speaking again-"Voglio davvero sapere che aspetto hai quando sei piegato su questo bancone." He spoke.
