𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨. Model, actress, celebrity. At the age of 22 Gianna already has everything or at least that's what everyone thinks.
But in reality, her life couldn't be more of a mess. Where there's money there's alcohol, where there's pa...
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"Gianna! What the fuck is this!" The sound of my very annoying mother's voice is what wakes me up from my no longer peaceful sleep. And she is swearing which she never does, so this is bad.
"Shhh! Don't scream, god." I try to hide under the covers but after a few seconds searching for them without any luck I finally figure out I'm in my sofa and not in my bed.
I have no idea of what time it is but judging by the light coming from outside the windows, I can tell it's late. Also, my mom was supposed to come here at lunchtime time so, must be around that time.
"This a mess, I can't believe you." She huffs going around the room and making so much noise while doing god knows what.
"Whoever is making noise, stop, please," Jesse says from somewhere around the room.
"You little... ugh, I'm sure this was your idea." My mom mutters in frustration.
"Mom, I'm sorry, we just wanted to have fun for a night. I will tidy up everything in a second." I get up from the sofa, yawning.
We didn't drink that much last night, at some point the dancing tired us out and we sat down to talk. It was nice, especially after the thing with my mother and William. I really needed to disconnect for at least a little while.
"You will never finish, I'm going to call Samantha, she will come help you." She shakes her head in disapproval and leaves for the kitchen to make the call.
Taking a pillow I look for Jesse over the floor and when I finally find him I throw it directly at his face. "You are going to help me clean, so get up."
"I want to sleep, my head hurts." He says with the pillow still on his face.
"You think mine doesn't? I walk to the spot he is at and grab his foot.
"What are you doing?" He takes the pillow off him and looks directly into my eyes.
"Getting you out of here, I need to clean," I explain as I drag him away from the living room.
"Damn, you are strong." He whispers in shock as he allows me to keep dragging him.
To be fair I have no idea how I have the strength, he is way bigger than me in every aspect. Six foot three, strong build. He is everything you would expect from a male model to be. A male model who mostly works on photoshoots, too muscular for the runway, the industry hasn't changed much in that aspect yet.
"I guess wanting my mom to shut up gave me all the power I needed." I finally let go of his foot and left him lying down in the middle of the open hallway that leads to the kitchen. "Now get up before she finds you there."
"Next time, we go to my house." He whispers before getting up from the floor.
"Samantha is coming, go shower, at least look presentable if your house is a mess. And you, go home." My mother orders not wasting one single second.
