"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...
‧₊˚✧ 𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆 𝑰𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒎 ✧˚₊‧ "I couldn't be more hot even if I tried"
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Chasing my sister at eight a.m. wasn't exactly how I was planning my morning.
Aaliyah's giggles echo around one of the many empty halls on the very top floor of our house; no one really comes up here, hence why it is empty. "Aaliyah, you know I'm going to get you eventually!" I shout but laugh, knowing my warning is completely futile. Although I'm nearly 22 and my younger sister is about to turn 16, our playful fighting and messing around has never grown old.
My sister has been going through some rough patches recently. The sudden change in her eating and putting herself through immense pressure at school has me worrying, so when either of us aren't busy, I make it my mission to do something with her. In this case, it's chasing her around the house all for a simple hug. Which she hates because I can't control myself from squeezing the living daylights out of her.
In my mind, Aaliyah will always be my baby sister; she once was. Seeing her struggle the way she is hurts and reminds me a little too much of my younger brother. It pains me to think of the memory, which quickly dissipates when I halt to a stop.
I run into something. I rub my forehead and open my eyes to see the elevator door shut, and I can hear a giggling Aaliyah on the other side. So, this is what happens when you don't pay attention. "Shit," I mumble before practically tumbling down the stairs.
I manage to get down to the third and second floors just fine with no problems, no people getting in my way. I'm finally one floor away from reaching the ground floor. Thank God. I strongly detest running. I'm passing my bedroom door when I run into someone.
My arm instinctively wraps around the special someone I've run into while I plant my hand firmly on their hip.
The soft scent of coconut with accents of vanilla hit my nose, making me crave the smell and the sensation that hits my nose. I have to fight the urge not to instinctively learn forward to savour the smells. It's a type of scent that makes you crazy for it, making you obsessed. I am obsessed. My eyebrows instantly shot up when I realised who was in my arms.
For the first time in a week, I have seemed to find Aria DeLuca speechless. And in my arms. Both are very bizarre phenomenon.
We're both blinking at each other, my arm still wrapped around her waist and my hand still on her hip. Our faces are inches apart. Her hands are braced on my shoulders, clearly still surprised I ran into her.
"I think you can let go now." Aria lets out a breath I hadn't even realised she was holding. Her face is flushed and flustered, something I don't think she would ever let me see.
For the past week and a few days, it has been nothing but snarky comments and banta. Though I would like to call it playful banta, she seems to be very serious about the things she says. The tension between us grows each day, so much so that I'm sure that everyone around us can practically feel it. We're both like a ticking time bomb. The fire has to meet the explosive to actually set off.
