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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"Did he just say my name? He totally said my name." Jesse comes back running the moment I finally close the door.
"I told you to go back to the room." I point at him accusingly. "Now I won't tell you anything."
It's not that I mind Russo and Jesse meeting, I can't since it's pretty much inevitable, but I know that the moment Jesse sees him he is going to turn into the other Jesse, the zero-shame Jesse, the one I can't control, the no one can control if we are being honest. He is not only going to flirt, hard but also say his every thought out loud, because he doesn't care about embarrassing himself or anyone around him. And even though that's one of the qualities I love most about him in this situation I don't, Jesse is going to like having Mr. Bodyguard around and I need quite the opposite.
"Whatever, he sounds hot and he kind of has an accent but I can't pinpoint from where exactly." He sits down on my kitchen counter probably going through every possible place Pretty Boy could be from. "Though his last name is Italian, right? Think that could be it?"
It's true he kind of has an accent, a very subtle one but I actually have no idea where he is from. I hadn't checked anything about him yet, I only have the very basic information but taking that his last name is indeed Italian it's probable he at least has Italian roots. Of course, I don't tell this to Jesse because if we add that to the mix he is going to fall to his knees the second he sees him.
"It is but it could mean nothing, really, maybe he just speaks like that." I walk towards the kitchen and open the fridge, I haven't eaten anything since I woke up.
After disappearing from Russo's sight I walked for a few minutes making sure he wasn't following before calling for a taxi. Once I finally got one I instantly went home and to my surprise I found Jesse sitting down in front of my apartment's door. Apparently, he had just finished a photoshoot nearby and decided to visit me. He called but I had silenced my phone right after Pretty Boy's text so I didn't notice. He ended up telling me all about the shooting and I forgot to eat so now I'm starving.
"You sure are secretive about this man, you want him all for yourself?" He jokes as I take out a pre-made attempt at Caesar salad my mother made for me. From time to time she makes a bunch of food, puts it into containers, and fills my fridge and pantry with them. To some that might sound like a caring loving mother making sure her child eats properly, but to me is just my mother controlling what I eat.
"Wrong, I want him out of my life so I need him to think I'm a frivolous annoying brat who has no real friends." However, I'm starting to believe that strategy is not going to work.
Pouring the salad into a bowl I drizzle a small amount of the olive oil my father brought me from his last trip to Spain and then hit it with a splash of lemon.
"Wow, okay. Is he really that bad? Obviously, I'm on your side but he actually sounded pretty nice."
"He is nice when he wants to be, but he is also too full of himself and thinks he can do this with his eyes closed, so I'm going to prove him wrong." It's simple, Russo had challenged me and I never back down from a challenge.
