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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So you prefer my dad. That's what he said and my first reaction couldn't be anything else but: Fuck.
I glued my eyes to Russo through the mirror's reflection, and it only took me a second to recognize the familiar smirk proudly plastered on his face, he was probably thinking about how could I be this stupid. I should have known he is Spanish, hell, I should have fucking Googled him like any normal person would but of course my ego didn't allow it because I had to act as if I didn't care about him in the slightest, and now he won. Again. And all just because of my self-esteem. The same one I'm about to lose in the next moment if I don't find a good enough comeback in this, obviously, barely working brain of mine.
Hitting Jesse's thigh with my hand I silently beg him to save me, to say something so I can get rid of Pretty Boy's overwhelming stare and think of a response but this mother fucker doesn't help, he actually does the opposite, he laughs at my expense — loudly. And Russo's grin just appears to get bigger.
"Cat got your tongue?" If only the air surrounding us could smell something other than our mixed perfumes, it would reak of his pleasure, while the words he's letting out of his mouth are close to a whisper.
He is messing with me because he — by now — probably figured I hate myself for not seeing this one coming, for basically admitting right in his face that I find him attractive (since he looks exactly like the younger version of his father). But suddenly that thought makes me realize something, there's no need for me to hold back anymore. I fucked up already, I can't unsay my words. And I won't allow him to see me both angry at myself and embarrassed, I can't, so instead of backing down I decide to own up to what I said.
"I do, older men have always piqued my interest. They have more experience, in life and well, in other stuff too, if you get what I mean." I play it the best way I can, smiling casually to try and sound convincing even though it's a lie — or partly. The truth is I do like older men but I have never been with one before, however, there's no reason for him to know that.
"Oh, I get what you mean, and you are not mistaken, they truly do. Especially in that other stuff."
"Oh," I mutter to myself at the same time Jesse stops laughing to join me in being shocked about what Russo just so casually admitted looking at both of us with that simper of his still on his face unfazed.
I guess Jesse was right when he said a man like Russo couldn't only like women, I just didn't expect him to share it so naturally.
"So, I'm not your type then?" Jesse is the first to react, breaking the ice with a flirty question. And in any other situation, I would kill him for it but right now I'm just glad he just put an end to the ever-growing tension.
"The fact that I like older men doesn't mean they are my only type, don't worry." Pretty Boy tells him with a playful smirk, and that's when I notice that his glance is only in my best friend's direction.
