"I want to write poetry with my tongue inside of you Mi Amore".
A young journalist,
Celeste,
goes undercover to investigate a
reclusive billionaire's,
Sante Morelli,
rumored secret life. She infiltrates his world and uncovers not just his hidden pa...
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I woke up in my own bed.
At my apartment in Boston with a horrible head ache.
I went to touch my head and felt bandages making me whence. I slowly looked over to the right instantly noticing a tall figure dressed in black but I couldn't scream.
I just couldn't however my eyes told everything. They shot wide clouded with fear. Sante approached me as he walked with his hands behind his back making a small tear escape my eyes.
"You'll get paid 20 thousand each week. Don't tell anyone-"
"Hush money huh." I croaked, "that you kidnapped me and this." I pointed to my head and he tilted his head, "you did that on your own." He gave a smile before dropping it.
"I was 40 thousand right now." I demanded and he raised an eyebrow and I raised mine and weakly sat up.
"25-"
"I will expose you Sante. I want my 40k by tomorrow morning or I'm taking all my information upfront." I sneered and he took his leather gloves out his pockets and placed them on.
He didn't say a word making me frustrated.
"You'll get your 25k-"
I went to stand up but he gently sat me back on the bed as I tried swatting his hands, "get off." I grumbled.
He took my jaw making me suck in a breath, "You won't say a word." He gritted before pulling away.
-
I woke up around 6 in the morning not tired however my head was aching. He didn't even leave no Tylenol or anything!
My phone buzzed making me grab it and open to see a message from Sante.
Unknown: sent.
I began to reply,
Me: my 40k? And where's my medicine I need some.
He replied instantly,
Unknown: yes, you're capable of getting your own medicine are you not?
Me: I want my medicine here this afternoon, thanks.
I shut off my phone and sighed. Why would I go out in public? I haven't even told Mr. Smith anything and I know he's been looking for me- oh and Macey!
Me: where's Macey?
Unknown: who?
Me: you know exactly who im Talking about.
Unknown: if I said who clearly I don't know who you're talking about.
Me: Sante, I'm not playing any games. I will tell:)
Unknown: you know what Celeste, tell, they won't believe you. In your system there is fentanyl to help with your excessive pain. All I have to do is make them test you. No one will believe you.
Me: fentanyl or not in my system, my word will bring some attention or awareness. Not everyone is going to believe you Mr. Morelli.
Unknown: me, a famous ceo, you, a random journalist for the weakest journaling company?
Me: maybe working for a non strong journaling company but I know my work doesn't show that. Don't underestimate my skills.
Unknown: I'll believe it when I see it.
Me: okay. Everything will be going out tomorrow.
He liked my message making me toss my phone on the bed and laid down before cursing to myself.
-
My front door closed making me sit up and search through my night drawer for my kitchen knife.
I held it up as my bed room door opened revealing Sante making me sigh. He looked between me and the knife before chuckling making me scowl.
"Why don't you knock like a normal person." I spat and he shrugged before tossing the medicine bag filled with pain medicine.
"Thank you." I whispered and scanned one of the bottles.
"Take one a day and keep your mouth shut." He spat and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Your messages challenged me what happened?" I smirked and he rolled his eyes.
"Just keep your mouth shut." He pointed at me before adjusting his tie and walking out my room, "lock the door on your way out!" I shouted just as I heard the door close.
