Bishop |18+|

Ch.8

Alia

"Mmn." I moaned softly, my eyes fluttering open to find myself staring at the ceiling.

I sat up from the sofa bed, looking around. I must've passed out quick last night, especially since I decided to do some extra cleaning before Antonio comes over. The bathroom was set up, and so was the kitchen. All that was left now was my bedroom and the lounge. I stretched my arms up, letting out a stifled groan before I pulled the blanket off, getting out of the bed.

Thank fuck the apartment was starting to look like an actual apartment. I don't want to leave Antonio with the idea of me living in a fucking pigsty of a place.

Walking over towards the kitchen, I opened up the fridge and took out a pizza box. Antonio ordered me two pizzas last night, one Margherita and one Hawaiian. Surprising, considering he's Italian and didn't think twice ordering me a pizza with pineapples on top. I ended up eating a whole pizza last night since I didn't have enough to pack lunch yesterday. Plus I was just a fatass in general.

I opened the box and took a bite of a slice. It was still raining outside, leaving me in a comfortable and peaceful state yet again.

"Mm." I moaned, taking another bite of the pizza. "This is the fucking life."

My phone buzzed on the countertop and it made me flinch. I looked over at it, my cheeks stuffed. Swallowing my food down, I flipped it over and read the message.

Unknown number: 'Sorry I'm a bit late dolcezza. I'm coming over in 5.'

Five? Five minutes?! My eyes gazed up to the time on the top of the screen. 9:05am. Oh fuck my life.

"Jesus fucking Christ." I mumbled out and slammed the pizza box shut, shoving it into the fridge. The lounge room was still messy with my bed sheets sprawled all over the place. In a haste, I walked over to the sofa couch and folded it back into its original shape, folding the sheets carefully. I could've sworn I've set an alarm clock last night, unless I was that fucking drowsy.

Just as I finished tidying up the lounge a bit, I heard a knock on my door. I was still in my fucking pyjamas, wearing nothing but black shorts and a red oversized shirt. Nothing underneath it.

Shit.

He's already at my door and I didn't want to keep him waiting any longer. I took my bun out, letting my curls drape over my back till I pushed them forward, fucking praying that would be enough to cover the outline of my buds. With a deep sigh, I clasped onto the handle and opened the door, I looked up to see Antonio standing before me, his gaze moving down to meet mine.

Unholy fucking thoughts.

Despite wearing only a casual white shirt and grey sweatpants, Antonio managed to look even hotter than he did yesterday. He could be wearing a clown suit for all I care and I'd somehow find a way to drool for him.

"Good morning." He smiled, looking down at me and noticing my wear. His eyes lingered on my exposed legs for a few seconds too long. Antonio cleared his throat and instead put his focus on the pictures that I hung up on the wall along the hallway. Sneaky fucker.

"Morning" I replied with a yawn.

"I see you've done some work last night." He commented and I gave a quick nod, walking back to the lounge.