hello darlings, this is my first book. i day dream alot and actually this story is true to some extent. i hope you like it please let me know what you think. ill try to upload as much as possible i promise, ps before you read i know alot is misspelled i just start writing.
if you get a chance ill be putting up song i listen to while writting so this song was * believe by The bravery...
xoxo lo
Chapter one
Walking out of work carrying my big bag full of my gear and clothes,
looking around I couldn’t help think how dark and chilly it was.
"Nothing like a crappy winter’s morning to start the day," I said to
myself rolling my eyes. I walked across the parking lot to my cute '93
black jeep; I smiled, I love my car with its little Barbie sticker in
the window, hey, I had to make it girly. Deep in my own little world, I
opened my car and started throwing my bag in when I had an unnerving
feeling in the pit of my stomach. This happens a lot, I have no
explanation why, it has just always happened. This was worse, so I pretended
to stretch and looked over my shoulder, my friend James was getting
into his car and started laughing, "if you wanna look you don’t have to
hide it I know you want me," he said with a wink. "Hmm you know you
caught me, except I sort of have a thing for, oh you know tall muscular
guys who actually don’t look like a jersey shore douche bag, but thanks
anyway." I’m such a bitch sometimes, but lucky for me, most people let me
get away with it. James just rolled his eyes and drove off. "Point 1
Laine, 0 James," I couldn’t help doing a little happy dance as I jumped
into the driver side of my car and turned over the engine. Then like a
ton of bricks, the feeling came back, so I lit a cigarette and took a
couple deep drags. I know, I know, smoking is horrible and no one
should do it. In my defense, though I’m European and it’s rather ingrained
in our heads at an early age to smoke and drink. Oh, I’m sorry how rude
of me I haven’t introduced myself! My name is Catherina Laine Bianchi,
but you can call me Lo for short. I have dark curly hair
down past my shoulders, it’s naturally blonde but I color it so I don’t
look adopted into my family of dark hair and dark eyed giants. My eyes
are hazel gold, from my fathers’ side. In Italian culture, golden eyes are
a sign of being blessed by the Gods, a sign that you have foresight and
intuition. Of course I think that’s a load of shit, but hey I’m pretty
ignorant, at least I can admit it. Standing at 5'9 and a pretty curvy
body, I think I’m ok looking. I’m a pretty plain normal 21 year old; I
have my degree in public relations so I work a ton, planning social
event and fundraisers. Oh, right back to my story, so there I am
singing loudly along with the radio driving the 15-minute drive to my apartment,
hoping that the feeling will go away. Then out of the corner of my eye,
I see a shadow of a person on the side of the road, I blinked and they
were gone. “Whoa Lo your loosing it your over worked and tired get
home and then you can grab a drink and rest." I said to myself and I
relaxed a little. Pulling up into my driveway, I jumped out and fully
sprinted to my door, flipped the lock and slammed it behind me. My
pom poodle Gio looked up from his bed, stared at me with the look of
disapproval and fell back asleep. Walking into my kitchen I fixed myself
a sandwich and a glass of wine, singing, "you make me wanna die," softly
feeling completely safe in my loft. I was about to sit down and feast
on my delicious meal I had made when a light knock stopped me mid bite.
Gio's ear perked up and started growling at the door, he’s a sweet heart
until a man comes near the house or me, (yes, I have a sexist dog get
over it.) Groaning I got up and looked threw the peephole; my golden
eyes met two aquamarine eyes on the other side. I gasped when I saw
them, "how amazing are those contacts." I said to myself until I realized
I said it aloud and the stranger let out a sexy laugh. "I’m afraid
this is my real eye color, singnora." I could tell he was trying not to
laugh too much so he wouldn’t embarrass me further. “Urm sorry it’s just, it’s
very different." I gave a lame giggle. “Anyway how can I help you?" I
slapped my hand on my head; can I be anymore lame? “Well you see
singnora I saw you at the event tonight, I didn’t have a chance to
introduce myself so I asked your boss where I could find you." I looked
at him, his eyes were focused on the ground and he put his hand behind
his head, a nervous habit I presumed. “Oh well can I ask your name?
Sorry it’s hard for me to trust strangers." Good going Lo, you so don’t
sound like a little child afraid of strangers. Way to go dumb ass. "Of
course miss, my name is Charles Alexander Gramaldi." He threw me a
dazzling smile. Taking a deep breath, I walked to Gio and put him in
his crate, walked past my mirror and fixed my hair. Finally making it
to the door, I opened it a little and stuck my head out. "Urm hello?
Charles?" good going you took to long I scolded myself. My red lips
came to a pout; I slowly started to shut the door when Charles stuck
his head around the corner. “I thought you were ignoring me," he said
with an uncomfortable chuckle. O.M.G!!!! He was gorgeous. Standing around
6'4, he had chocolate brown hair cut into the cool messy look. His eyes
were big pools of blue; I bet they have taken the hearts of many young
girls. He had full pink lips and they were curved into a perfect grin, hiding
straight white teeth. His muscles were easily seen threw his plain
white shirt. Let mnie tell you the drool was defiantly dripping from my
mouth.
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