"Loving you had consequences, consequences I didn't even know existed until I met you."
Aria DeLuca, a powerful, confident young woman, is the daughter of the wealthiest man in Italy. When her dad told her she was going to spend a month in Dubai, s...
‧₊˚✧ 𝑨𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝑫𝒆𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒂 ✧˚₊‧ "If you don't take your hands off me soon, I'll remove them myself. Permanently."
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Last night's events replay in my mind. From meeting Zayne in the airport to then meeting his insanely supportive (and sweet) family, there hasn't been much time to catch up on everything else. For starters, I had my phone blowing up from the moment I landed. News of the daughter of the extremely wealthy businessman in Italy going to'mend' the relationship with their rivals has spread in the business world quicker than a wildfire. It's insane.
Next was my brothers and best friend spamming me with messages, asking if I'm okay and if I landed safely, which is sweet but overwhelming to say the least. After replying to the billions of emails and messages, I was able to get a few hours of rest.
Currently, I'm under the covers, hiding from the early morning sun. It's only six a.m., and I can already hear the hustle and bustle from downstairs. Christ, do these people even get sleep? God knows what time they stayed up until last night, laughing and socialising with each other. I sigh as I drag the covers of my blanket painstakingly slow down my face and off of my body. It would be pretty rude if I stayed up here while everyone is awake and doing who knows what downstairs.
"Mio Dio, è luminoso oggi." My God, it is bright today. I mumble to no one beside myself. With a groan, I rip myself from the comforts of my bed and make my way to the bathroom, which resides in the corner closest to the door. When Zayne showed me to the room I was staying in, nothing could've prepared me for what my eyes were about to experience.
A king-sized bed rested intimidatingly in the centre of the room, with two bedside tables to accompany it. Adjacent to the bed were a walk-in wardrobe, a dainty desk, and a mirror hanging neatly above it. On the other side of my bed, a window spanning from the ceiling to the floor allows the light to flood my room, drowning the room with the pinks and purples of the sunrise. To say I was surprised was an understatement. I wasn't exactly sure what I was expecting, but it sure as hell wasn't this.
The bathroom was just as surprising. Neutral tones engulf me as I take in my surroundings. To my left, there's two sinks stationed on floating cabinets with a rimless mirror seemingly screwed to the wall. Directly in front of me, a pristine bathtub sits next to a substantial walk-in shower. For even more of a surprise, everything is stocked up. Soaps, towels, toiletries—you name it. I swing open the doors to the counters to find stacks of bath salts and silky smooth liquids. Heaven.
A knock at my door halts me and my movements. I contemplate pretending to be asleep or actually answering the door, and I go with the former. It would be rude not to, considering they've brought me into their home willingly. "Lo giuro, se questo è Zayne..." I swear if this is Zayne.. I don't think I have the mental strength to deal with him after last night. I'm tripping over my luggage as I force myself towards the door, trying to find something to wear over my skimpy tank. The knocking on my door gets progressively louder, making me grunt in frustration.
