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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A week had passed since Miles and I had settled on a truce. We didn't see each other much, that morning when he made breakfast for me Jesse had been a one-time thing, and even though our dynamic had definitely changed it hadn't been as much as I had expected it to.
We were still the same old Miles and Gianna, we bickered, tried to make one another lose their shit, and had many of our very overwhelming staring contests that seem to happen more and more often every day that goes by, but so far we hadn't fought, and in my book, that's a win. Turns out we could actually work as a team, who would have guessed?
I had three photoshoots last week and a TV ad, it was a busy week which usually drained me to the point of hiding myself in my room for at least two days but somehow, having Miles by my side made everything a lot easier.
A big part of it was also because my mother had stepped back a bit, she said that she wanted to give me some room to grow, to see how I would work by myself and with Russo. She was still controlling everything from the shadows, I was perfectly aware of that, but not having to go with her to every shoot was enough for me. I could breathe and I finally had time to call my psychiatrist to ask for an appointment. Jesse was right, I needed to get myself together, I couldn't keep taking pills without a prescription. I will see my doctor next Tuesday so in just two days.
I was spending my Saturday night sitting down on my sofa alone, with a bottle of red wine and a bigger-than-usual glass. Jesse was occupied and after last week I didn't think going to a party without him was a great idea so I decided to stay here on my own. Fighting the urge to drink the whole wine bottle and eating leftovers my mother had sent me over the past few days.
It had been two in the morning when a loud laugh coming from the hallway outside my apartment woke me up from a sleep I didn't even remember falling into.
Taking my phone I blinked repeatedly to try and fight the watering of my eyes caused by the sudden change of brightness and checked the time to make sure it was indeed two in the morning and that the laugh coming from outside wasn't only in my imagination, then I stood up from the sofa and made my way towards the door as quietly as I could. The closer I got to it the clearer the laugh became, it was from a man, but he didn't sound like Miles.
"Stop, I can't get the damn key inside the thing." Another voice said, and this one did sound like Miles'.
Curiosity, like always, gets the best of me so the moment I reach the door I instantly go to look through the peephole, trying to take a glimpse of whoever is out there with Miles laughing. What I find is a dark-haired, tall, very tattooed guy standing behind him, hands around Russo's waist while he tries to get the door to open.
"Come on, I want to get out of these clothes." I watch as the tattooed guy rests his head against Miles' shoulder, hands still comfortably around his waist.
And at the sight of that, totally out of instinct my jaw clenches and my hands find their way onto the door handle. I'm not sure what it is my brain wanted me to do, or why the hell it reacted the way it did but a part of me was so ready to march out there and figure out who the man hanging so cozily on Russo is.
