Donny and I sat in a comfortable silence as we drove back to the mansion. Donny and I have an understanding of each other. We're like best friends. Like Angelo, Donny has played a role in my life. While Angelo was my anchor, Donny was the thick chain that binded the boat and anchor.
"I wanted to ask about Lorenzo," Donny said softly and slowly, as if he didn't wanted to trigger an unwanted reaction.
"Ask away Don," I shrugged and glanced him sideways, " Ask any question you want."
"Can I get some?" He said whole heartedly, a mischievous jokingly glint in his eyes.
I laughed and then turned to him with a straight face,"Donny. No."
"Pfft. You'd want it if you weren't with Mr. Terminator," He rolled his eyes.
"You, Donny, are one bigheaded jerk," I rolled my eyes.
"Oh I know I'm bigheaded," He smirked slyly,"Thats because I have a long.."
"Dont you dare finish that sentence. " I groaned.
"Fat."
"Donny I swear to God and All things holy."
"Di-" I cut him off half way.
"If you finish that word, I will cut your balls sack off and feed them to you. Then when you're fūckiñg your girls, you'd be shooting blanks." I glared.
He visibly gulped and looked slightly terrified. "So are you finishing that little word though? " I smirked deviously.
" I um. Uh. I meant to say.. Dic... Di.. Dictionary? " He looked at me unsure then cleared his throat," Ah yes. Dictionary. I have a long fat dictionary. You know knowing too much words is never enough." he chuckled nervously.
I snickered and smirked widely," Thought so."
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Donny and I arrived at the mansion in no time. After Donny's and I little conversation, he got slightly scared to ask any questions about Lorenzo so he said there would be another time.
Now I am currently in my new room, lying on the bed on my stomach, my feet raised in the air swinging back and forth.
I was bored and I would normally roam the compound causing trouble but I didn't want to risk bumping into Lorenzo. So I decided to have a shower and stay here, and let boredom eat my living being away slowly.
I sighed and turned on my back. I wonder what Claire must be thinking now. Does she suspect me missing again? What about work? My boss must have been flipping. I would call and say I cant make it and if I didn't he would.
Poor guy is probably freaking out. I wonder if I should ask Lorenzo.
No. I won't. I'll be safe and ask Angelo. Yes. Way better.
I got up from the bed and looked down at my clothing. I was wearing a booty shorts and a spaghetti strap tank. So I changed into a loose fitted maxi dress with Aztec black and peach patterns going across.
I stepped out of my room and started walking down to the living area where everyone should most likely be.
As I neared, the chatter got louder and I got nervous. What if Lorenzo's there? Noo. He was at the club. He possibly couldn't have left so early.
I sucked in a breath and stepped in confidently. The chatter ceased slightly and I scanned the area for Angelo. I finally saw him and lucky he was already looking at me. I signalled him to follow me and just that he did.
I stopped right outside the living area. "Sup?" He asked, probably attempting to hide his accent and failing horribly.
"My boss?" I said slightly harshly. I guess I was anxious to hurry up and get back into my room.
" Used your phone, texted him saying you quit and that you enjoyed working, blah blah. " Angelo waved his hands around as he swayed his head left to right.
"Right. Okay," As I was about to walk away, the front door opened. Low and behold Lorenzo.
Shit!
I immediately turned and started walking up the stairs. But then his voice stopped me.
"Brianne, stop your movements," He said in a deep voice.
I stopped but didnt turn to face him. My heart beated faster with every step he took. My palms got moist and there was a weird itch right under my bum, which is probably caused from my panty line resting weirdly.
"Join me to my office," he passed me straight and continued his way up.
I inhaled his cologne that spreaded around me. His scent drives me to insanity. I quickly caught onto the last bit of sanity I had and followed him.
*****
I stared at his back. His brooding muscular back that flexed ever so often. I was now sitting on a leather chair that stood infront his desk while he stood behind and was looking out the window.
This seems so cliché. This is the part where he acts all intimidating and then an argument and then a full-blown makeout session.
"I am aware you have been accomodated to the club already," he muttered in a low voice.
" I am aware you got a little quickie also," I began picking at my nails.
He turned on his heels fiercely and glared at me. His eyes assessed me slowly then his lips turned to a smirk. "Jealous bambola?" He teased as he took slow steps towards me.
I inhaled and glared at him. "Yes. I am. "
He looked taken back at my honesty. He wasnt expecting it. He soon covered it and continued his way until he stood behind me "And how did you like the view?" He placed his large palms on my shoulders making me jump.
"I won't comment on that," I stared straight ahead.
"Why not?"
"Because I know where this will go." I twisted my head so that i saw his fingers gripping my shoulders. "This will turn into a competition. A competition to see who cracks first."
"And I know you love a competition, " he purred in my ear. His hot breath making me close my eyes.
"I do but a queen doesnt compete." I immediately stood, removing his hands off me," She doesn't need to."
He looked at me with narrowed eyes and I smirked. "Where are you getting at? "
"Nowhere. I know why you called me in here. To mention that blonde of yours and make rage," I chuckled, " It's not working. However you'd regret declaring your little competition, Renzo."
"We'll see about that."
"We shall," I strutted over next to him and placed a soft lingering kiss on his cheek then lightly traced my lips up to his ear and whispered," You can win your game Lorenzo but at the same time you'd lose. Lose something that shouldn't. "
And with that, I left his office and happily walked back to my room with an extra skip to my step and a brighter smile.
This time Lorenzo shall fall.
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A/N
I Wrote This Earlier Than Expected.
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Lãng mạn"Bambola," Lorenzo warned," Put the spoon down. I'm scared shitless" He taunted. "Vaffanculo," I snarled (Fūck you) He chuckled," You already have." Taking my spoon armed hand, he lowered it. His touch made me feel weak at knees. Stupid Lorenzo...