Working For Mr. Fioravanti [MATURE CONTENT]

Chapter 2 - When Things Get Screwed Up

CHAPTER 2 - When Things Get Screwed Up

"Oh yeah, right there!" I heard a loud moan from down the hall. Ugh how disgusting. How can they be so loud with people in the house? Just because Leo can sleep like a rock doesn't mean I can.

Sighing and kicked the sheets off my body, I walked to the bedroom door, cracking it open. I peered my head out, checking to make sure no one was having sex in any weird places that may appear in my vision. Seeing that the coast was clear, I walked out, and made my way out to the backyard. Though it was pitch black and breezy outside, it was a warm 80 degrees outside. I adjusted my PJ shorts and tank top, before sitting down on the warm beach sand.

I still can't believe Daman has a staircase that leads to the beach. Especially to his own private beach.

I dropped flat on my back, engulfing the warm sand. My hair was sprawled out around my head and I didn't really care that sand would get in it or in my close. I looked up at the sky, admiring the bright moon and shining stars. Closing my eyes I took a deep breath.

This is so relaxing...

"Jack, shut the fuck up! We're going to get caught!" an unfamiliar voice caused my eyes to snap open.

"Calm down, no we won't. The guy that lives here is so rich he forgets he owns the damn beach. Calm down. Did you even remember to bring the weed?" another voice hushed him in a whisper-shout.

What the fuck?

My body sprung up, so I was on my feet. I turned my head looking for the source of sound. From a distance, I would see two bodies, walking over near the water, and finally sitting down.

What do I do? Should I go over there and talk to them? What if they're rapists?

After mentally contemplating my options, I concluded that if they were serial killers, Daman would probably have some sort of fancy robot alarm system that would go off before anything bad could happen.

"Hey!" I shouted, instantly regretting the bold approach.

"Oh shit!" I heard one kid whisper to the other, rushing to his feet.

"Relax, it's not him. It just some chick." The other remained seated.

"Can we help you?" the asked friend sitting down, smirked at me.

"Uh, well...what are you doing here?" I finally managed to get words out of my mouth—all courage leaving me.

"Enjoying the beach. What are you doing? Taking a nap?" the guy retorted, laughing at my PJs. I looked down, to notice my revealing and embarrassing outfit. Ugh, how did I forget about that?

"This is private property." I rolled my eyes, taking a seat next to the guy, contradicting my statement.

"Then what are you doing on it."

"I live here."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"No."

"Don't you think I would know where I live?" I huffed, annoying with his arrogance. He continued to smoke his joint, blowing the smoke out into the air.

"Hey man, I'm getting out of here. I'm on probation, I'm not trying to get caught for something stupid." The friend waved before jogging off the beach and over the small fence that secluded the property from the large abundance of trees.

"Are you the new wife?" the kid spoke after watching his friend leave.

"What?" I gaped.

"Are you married to the jackass that owns this place?"