Sienna's point of view:
"Wake up, sleepy head." That's Annika's voice. She dragged me by my leg.
"Stop it and let me sleep for five more minutes. Just give a few minutes,please." I begged her with my eyes closed.
"No, I won't because you have an interview this morning, short girl." She said and I sat up immediately.
She is right. I freaking have a job interview this morning.
I opened my eyes and I saw her staring at me, glaring though.
"I have an interview!" I got down from the bed and ran to the bathroom, ignoring her.
I quickly took my bath and went out of the bathroom. I removed my towel immediately when I got to the room, completely exposing my body.
I dressed out and took all the necessary things and made my way out of the room.
I went to our mini living room and tied my hair in a ponytail, I wore my heels and adjusted my dress.
"Your breakfast is ready." Anastasia yelled from the kitchen.
"I don't know if I still have the time to eat. I have to be there on time." I replied to her.
"You still have enough time." She said,
"What?"
"This is just 7:40am." She replied to me.
"Annika told me I was already late."
"She lied. You should come and have your breakfast. Who knows how it will go there." She said,
Fuck Annika!
I ran to the kitchen and had my seat.
"Good morning." She said to me,
"Good morning." I replied to her.
"I prepared your Italian breakfast today." She said,
"What's that?" I tried to peek into the pot but she hit the cooking spoon on my head gently.
She hates it when people peek inside what she is cooking.
I glared at her.
"Be thankful you have an interview." She said,
"Whatever!"
"I am making baked egg with sausage along with cheese." She told me.
"That's cool. But I haven't perceived the aroma." I complained.
"That's because I just started preparing it, you ingrate! I woke up early just because of you " she said angrily.
"I am sorry." I said to her,
These are my supportive friends.
They took me in when I needed help.
First, let me introduce myself.
I am Italian American.
My dad is from Italy and my mom is an American.
They died right years ago. That was when I was sixteen years ago. Then I was being forced to move with my paternal aunty and her family.
I was so mistreated, I became their maid, I was used like I was no family to them.
I somehow escaped from them almost a year ago after my college friend found me and they took me in.
They have been feeding me and making me feel alive again.
I am so grateful I have good friends.
At least, I should thank my aunty for sending me to college even though it wasn't her will.
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Mario Atono: The Cold CEO
Romance"You want to be mine?" He asked me as he towered over me with his height. "What did you mean by that, Mr. Atono?" I was definitely stuttering while I felt wet between my legs. "Aren't you attracted to me?" He asked me. I wasn't able to talk because...
