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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I had forgotten how beautiful she looked whenever she smiled, and now, as I stare at her post-sex face illuminated by the perfect mixture of moonlight and candlelight, I realize I will never be the same person again. I'm pretty sure I'm obsessed with her — however healthy that might be — but I just can't help it. Every single thing about her is perfect, from the simplicity of the way her lips move whenever she speaks to that specific beauty mark right on the top of her nose.
I will never get enough of her.
"Miles? Are you listening to me?" The snapping of her fingers accompanied by her suddenly louder words snapped me right out of it.
"I will admit I wasn't, I was too occupied watching you, you look stunning tonight," I smirk, reaching for her hand resting on top of the table.
"You and your words, they will get you out of anything." She laughs, moving her hand from under mine and slapping it lightly. "I was saying that we should do this more often, no one really comes to the rooftop, it could be our spot."
"What I think you are saying is that you want to have more dates with me, or am I wrong?" I could quit playing but I have missed bantering with her.
"Who said anything about dates?" She stands up from her chair slowly making her way behind me and bending over so her hair falls around my shoulders she whispers. "I was thinking about sex."
"Careful, don't think I don't have the energy to take you right on this table at this exact moment." We might just had the most mind-blowing sex ever like half an hour ago but I could go for at least two more rounds without breaking sweat.
"Don't be cocky, you could barely walk." She softly kisses my neck and then slowly walks away towards the edge of the rooftop. Her dress and hair flowed in the wind.
I follow right behind, not able to stay away from her. I don't have much time, gotta make the most out of it.
"I don't know how you did it." She whispers knowing I'm not far behind her.
"Did what?"
"Make me forget how shitty today was." Turning around she reaches for the collar of my shirt and pushes me against her. "Thank you, especially for the car thing, watching William face plant against the seat is everything I didn't know I needed."
"It was my pleasure, trust me." That asshole deserved it more than anyone.
"Did my mother tell you about the party next weekend?" Her hands rest on my chest, our bodies just a few inches away from one another. Looks like I am not the only one who can't keep their hands to themselves.
"She did." I nod trying not to show how anxious I am about it.
Technically Valentina is still Gianna's manager and I get part of the information I need from her. We decided to keep it that way so it still looks like Gianna and I don't communicate much. So we can make our relationship look strictly professional. It also helps us, that way whenever we are together we don't have to talk about work and just enjoy each other's company.
