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After the death of her mother, Aria Miller escapes her house of abuse in the search of her older brother Andrew Miller. Except she finds her way to Matteo Bernardi...
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Taki...
edited- 11/04/2023 _______________________________ Matteo What possessed me to do this shit.
I'm taking a girl- Aria home, whom I just met a couple hours ago.
I never do stuff like this, but I just couldn't let her sleep in that car of hers, uncomfortable as fuck.
I keep glancing to my right to see her fast asleep. Leaning her head against the window with her arms and legs crossed.
Her long golden brown hair covering her face, and if I remember correctly, she had bright blue eyes.
God those eyes.
Yet, she seems stupid for thinking she'll easily find a 6ft man in a massive city like Los Angeles.
I have too many things to already handle with the company. I don't need to be wasting my time.
But just look at her. Bello (Italian//beautiful)
Oh you're so fucked.
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We've arrived to my penthouse. And it's about 9 at night.
I turn off the car and get out. I slam the door shut behind me, hopefully enough to wake her up.
And of course she is still fast asleep.
With a frustrated sigh, I walk around to open her car door.
I notice this pendant around her neck, it looks to be a butterfly. With a shake of my head, I take one hand and shake her shoulder while resting the other on the hood of my car.
I feel someone's hand on my shoulder, shaking me awake.
"Wake up, mariposa, we're here."
I realise I'm not in my car, I get up quickly, swatting his arm away.
"Woah, calm down, you're alright, you're safe."
It's just Matteo, yep a guy I met a couple hours ago, and apparently I trusted him enough to take me someplace safe. What happened to 'don't trust strangers'?
He gives me a confused look, but I just brush it off and step out of the car.
I tilt my head up to see this beautiful building, with Russo written in big letters.
"My penthouse is the floor right at the top." Matteo comes to stand right beside me.
I stare up in awe, mouth agape, shit he really is rich.
He chuckles lightly and starts walking towards the door. I have to basically run to keep up with his big strides.
We walk in and- fucking hell. I spin around in a circle, taking in the building around me.
The walls were freshly painted and a moody white, there was people everywhere probably talking shit about one another. The walls were tall and in one corner, was the clear elevator, where you go to access the pent house and the other floors.
Behind the front desk were two females, with a navy uniform on and their hair tied back in buns, one of them were called Lisa and the other Bianca. I only know that because of their name tags.
Down the hall there were different rooms with labels on each door, indicating which room was which. The furthest room was the kitchen, the room on the right was the bathroom and the same on the left. There was also a gym and a targ- target room? What the fuck.
I feel a strong hand tug on my arm. I turn around to see it was a tall man. It definitely wasn't Matteo, but he was still beautiful, with brown skin and honey eyes, brown hair and a cheeky smile. He was also dressed in a suit. This place must be professional.
"Uhh hi?" Shit I sound so awkward.
He just laughs lightly, "I think you better get moving, don't want to lose Matteo in this big crowd."
Confused, I look over my shoulder and realise Matteo's staring at me from afar, definitely pissed.
"Oh fuck."
Mystery man tilts his head back and laughs. "I'll see you around..."
"Aria... Miller"
He smiles and says "Ayaan Farooqi."
And with that he winks at, who I guess, Matteo and spins on his heels and walks away.
I do the same but practically run to Matteo to not keep him waiting any longer.
"Don't mind Aayan." He says as we step into the elevator, taking us up to the penthouse.
"No its fine, he seems interesting?"
He smiles, "Yeah that 'interesting guy' is unfortunately my best friend." He seems to be thinking about a happy memory, with the way he's still smiling.
When the elevator pings, he seems to come out of his trance like state.
He holds out his arm, gesturing for me to walk out first. And so i do, obviously, while ignoring the way his muscles flex under his suit- what is wrong with me.
I walk out and shit, if I thought downstairs was amazing this is ten times better (this is something similar to how i imagine it)
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I walk over to the huge windows, and the view was mesmerising. You could see the whole of Los Angeles from up here. I didn't even realise how long I was stood there until Matteo said something.
"Sorry what was that?"
He gives me a 'are you serious' look, "You can take the guest room, first door on the right when you head upstairs."
And then he leaves, just like that. Ooooookay then
I carefully walk up the steps and saunter over to the room I was given.
As I open the door it makes a creaking sound and I internally cringe.
It was a nice yet simple en suite room.
I put my backpack on the newly polished floor and crash down onto the bed.
After laying there for ten minutes I change into some PJ's, turn off the lights and get under the covers.
Tomorrow will be a day for future-Aria to worry about. __________________________________ So guys, two chapters in one day 🙈 anyways this is chapter 3!
I'd just like to say that I am not Italian and I had to use google translate so if any of the Italian is wrong, now you know why 😭
I don't really like this chapter but please do tell me how you find it.
