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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Usually when someone refers to the old times, what comes after, is a cute fun story I tend to enjoy— but not this time. In this case, the old times mean a body shot. Specifically one where the glass has to be set on Gianna's boobs and then taken by her asshole of a fake boyfriend. I swear, it almost looks like he is doing this on purpose just to fuck with me.
I can sense her hesitation, her hand trembles as she tries to balance the shot between the rim of her tank top and chest. If someone dreads this moment more than I do, it's clearly her. And I hate that. I hate that I can't do anything but watch from afar. Watch as William bends over to take the glass in his mouth, taking way longer than necessary while the troglodytes he has as friends cheer him on.
Jesse stares at Gianna, an apologetic look in his eyes. And then, when William finally finishes his little show he looks directly at me. A proud smirk tugged at his lips, impossible to hide. So I am not crazy. He is doing this on purpose just to mess with me.
Does he know? We were careful, really careful and Gianna is a good actress. I can't say the same about myself but I am her bodyguard, it's my job to be protective of her. There's no way he knows and yet... that look, the way he keeps staring at me as if he were waiting for something.
If he keeps it up, the last thing he is going to see is my fist flying towards his face.
"Don't." Someone tugs at my shirt. "That's exactly what he wants," Lia whispers into my ear before laughing, acting as if she were saying something else completely.
How many people fucking know?
"I don't know what you are talking about." My whole body is shaking, my nails clawing into the inside of my palm.
"Yeah, sure." She says before leaving my side.
"Hey, Russo right? You seem a little tense bro, want another shot?" One of shithead's friends hands me a glass and before I have time to even think about it I chug it all down. The liquor burning my throat all the way through. It's straight-up tequila. "Wow okay, want the lime or you good?"
"I'm good." I mutter, locking eyes with William and trying not to pay attention to Gianna's presence because I know that if I take one single look at her I'm going to lose it and that's the last thing we need right now.
"Well, let's go dancing then, lead the way, my love." William takes Gianna's hand not even sparing me a second glance, and she walks with him directly onto the dance floor where everyone is currently in.
Her steps are slow and she can't help but look around the room as if she were trying to find a way to escape. I swear I have never seen her this uncomfortable before and it kills me.
Every part of my body screams at me to do something. To take her away from here and run so far no one would be able to find us again but I can't. All I can do is watch from a distance. Watch as William reaches for her hips and bends down to whisper in her ear. I obviously can't hear what he says but there's no need because when Gianna's hands make their way onto his chest I know exactly what he told her. He reminded her of their deal, about how it has to look real.
