The Secrets We Share

The Morettis #2

LEONARDO

I don't know who the hell she thinks she is, telling me I'm an immature little boy. I had done more things in my 17 years than some people could say for their entire life.

Was physically throwing her out the bathroom the most mature thing to do, Probably not but was it the most fulfilling...yes, yes it was.

Being the gentlemen I am, I even decided that I'd extend my shower time by an extra hour, not to annoy her of course but I thought If we're going to be formally introduced to one another, I should definitely smell even better than usual.

Interestingly, I don't think she had any idea of who I was; when in fact, I'm the Morettis eldest son. The sole heir to the family fortune and businesses.

Checking my phone to see the time I decided I'd dragged out that girls torture long enough and on my own terms decided to leave the bathroom. What made it all sweeter, was when she felt like she had to sneak her way back into the bathroom and lock the door behind her, thinking I wouldn't notice.

What, did she really think I was that bothered by her one liner that I'd go out of my way to throw her back out the bathroom again. Please, I had more serious things to deal with right now.

For starters, this random foreign girl tucked in my bed, who I have no recollection of, had do leave the house now before mamma sees her. The last time I had, was it two girls over, she quite literally cried... in front of all three of us.

So I made a deal with her that until I found a girl I was serious about, (i don't think that'll ever happen) I wouldn't let any girls wander around blindly on her property anymore and although I may be a lot of things, a liar was not one of them, so I've kept that promise since.

I started slowly shaking the girl in my bed but annoyingly she wouldn't budge, I was kind of jealous. I haven't slept like that in years.

A couple minutes later...

This girl would actually not wake up and my patience was wearing very thin. Usually one pat on the shoulder and they'd be up but this girl was knocked out. So I used my last resort, which some would say is brutal but then again, I didn't care.

I put my phone near her ear and played that really, loud alarm sound. The girl surprisingly only fluttered her eyes open; that was probably the best reaction I had from that yet. I was glad actually after what had already happened this morning with that marmocchia (translation:brat).

The girl sat up and smirked at me, "Another round handsome". I honestly had to withhold a laugh. I could barely remember sleeping with her but from what I could remember it wasn't all that great.

"I'm good, thanks", I said bluntly making my way over to my wardrobe so I could put a shirt on. The girl had now wandered over to me and put her hands around my waist. She leaned closer to my ear and whispered seductively, "are you sure I can't tempt you".

Now I was withholding puke. I broke free from her grasp easily and said without even giving her a second look, " no but you know what I would appreciate". She walked around my body so she was now facing me again, whilst also biting her lip. "What would you appreciate, handsome".

Well I'd appreciate if you'd stop calling me handsome actually. I looked her dead in her eyes and then tucked a loose hair behind her ear, before whispering, " you leaving my house".

Her eyes widened in anger and before I knew it she tried attempting to slap me right across the face. Obviously I caught her hand before she was even within close distance.

"You'll have to be quicker than that but nice try though". She was officially furious as she stomped out of my room and slammed the door. I watched out of my window as she walked out my front door muttering something under her breath.

Probably cursing me out, she wouldn't be the first girl to. I closed my blinds once more, as I pulled on my boxers and then some trousers with a black belt.

As I started making my way down the stairs, I could hear barrels of laughter echoing throughout the main hallway. After following the noise for a little while I stumbled across the kitchen, which door was slightly ajar.

I open the door a bit further and notice mamma and Gianna flocking around someone, continuously laughing at their jokes, so naturally, I grew curious. But when the face reveal is that marmocchia from earlier, my eye automatically twitched.

I don't know why but I thought it was that new gardener mamma hired because unless I met a different girl nothing she could say would warrant that much laughter.

I walk into the room and give mamma a kiss on the cheek before grabbing a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice which was sat right next to that girl who's yet to be named. I wasn't oblivious to the fact she was glaring at me so I made sure to return the gesture with a grin.

Or that was until mamma pulled me by the arm to introduced me to her. "Aliyna, this is my eldest, Leonardo but you can call him Leo (no she can't). Leo this is our exchange student for the year Aliyna, be friendly, please".

I watched aliynas face turn from one of amusement and happiness to one of confusion and frustration. I had to stop myself from laughing in her face.

Mamma then kicked my leg hard,to usher me towards Aliyna.

I slightly rolled my eyes before reaching for Aliynas hand, "pleasure to meet you Aliyna, I hope your enjoying your stay with us so far"; I gripped her hand rather tightly but shook it gently so no one would notice the animosity.

Surprisingly, she actually managed to match my grip as she too firmly shook my hand before saying, "likewise Leo and I am loving it so far". She added a lot of emphasis on the loving it part.

We were now both continuously shaking each other's hand firmly, not wanting to be the first one to give in and that's when I knew this was going to be a very, long year.