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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She stands just a few feet away from me, a defiant look on her perfect little face. I can tell she is trying to read me, that she is searching for something in my features that will help her figure me out but she won't find anything because I might not hide my emotions often but when I do, I'm the best at it.
"You have a damn good poker face." She mutters getting closer and leaving us just a few inches away from each other.
Thank you, I learned it from my mother.
"Part of the job," I say instead, not wanting to give any details about myself or my personal life just yet.
Her head tilts to the side slightly, the dark strands from her long curtain bangs falling over her left eye as she gets even closer to me. Boundaries are apparently not a thing in this family but I must admit that I don't exactly mind her being this close to me. I know she just is playing, trying to intimidate me but that won't happen, she isn't the only one that likes or knows how to play this kind of game. Russo's never back down from a challenge.
"Fine. Let's see how much you last." She whispers only for me to hear, our bodies so close to one another that I can actually distinguish the perfume she is using. Valentino.
And even though I should probably not react both because it's not professional and because I don't wanna give anything away this time I do. I smirk, letting her know that I'm up for her little game.
"Gianna." Her mother warns her probably sensing the weird vibe between us.
"I have to get to lunch with Dad, he can start on Monday." Stepping to the side she doesn't look back at me as she walks out of the room, leaving me standing there, my smirk still on my face.
Bring it on, preociosa. (Gorgeous)
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"So, how did it go?" Vera is on me the moment I go through my apartment's door.
"God, you are always around." I get out of my suit jacket and leave it over the wardrobe at the entrance.
"I live here, Miles." I hear her say as I walk towards my room to change into my motorbike gear. I need a ride more than ever.
"I have noticed." Stepping into my room I get out of my dress shirt and look for a compression shirt. I'm sure I left some clean ones somewhere around here.
"First drawer of the dresser," Vera says, knowing exactly what I'm looking for without having me to tell her. That's the aftermath of spending half your life with someone.
"Thanks." Opening the drawer I take the black one and put it on. Then, I get out of my dress pants and get into my most comfortable jeans. Might not be the best option for riding but I'm used to it by now.
"You done? I asked a question." She is annoyed, which is exactly what I wanted to achieve. Why? I don't know, older brother things I guess.
"I'm done," I smirk looking in her direction but still not answering her question.
