His Find

5

But what can a girl do?

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"This is kinda a weird question," I start as I finish my piece of cherry pie. Mrs.Lucia whipped up a 'quick' dinner consisting of turkey, veggies, fresh bread, some fruit, and pie before she took off for the night. The foods flavor danced on my tongue.

Alessandro looked up from his plate, the dim chandelier light casting shadows upon his smooth face. I bet this boy never had acne before, is he a God?

"Ask away," His perfect pink lips smile and purse.

"Okay, this is awkward," I mumbled to myself even through I know he had to of hear me. "How did have these clothes just hangin' around?" It's silent for a couple of seconds and I fear the answer till he starts to laugh.

"Like I said before, bella, Resse told me of your situation. I already saw you at the coffee shop that day and I guessed your size since I knew there was a high chance of you accepting my offer to come here. Surprisingly well apparently." He prided himself, but his eyes traced the outline of my body as he sat across from me.

"Hmm," I hummed in response and take a sip of water.

"Since we're doing this kinda thing, and since I'm your boss, I want to know a bit about you," His voice speaks softly, but there's a hidden edge to it I sense.

"Alright but one rule," He nods and waits for me to to continue. "Don't ask about my time before NYC." He raises an eyebrow but nods.

"Yesterday, at the coffee shop who was that?" At first I sit dumbfounded. Then it hits me.

"Just some dude who I used to know." Oh and fuck occasionally.

Alessandro nods once more and takes a sip of his red wine.

"Victoria," my name rolls off his tongue perfectly. "I know when people lie, so let's start this off correctly shall we? I'll pass it for tonight, but remember, lying gets you nowhere." I pale and look towards him.

"O-okay," Seeming pleased with my answer, he cleans up the dishes and asks me to change into my night clothes. Soon after that, I go into the living room, my robe tight around my torso. Alessandro comes in, still dressed in his dress shirt and pants, I can see he unbuttoned some of his top buttons. I see a scar right above his heart.

"I ordered you a few pairs of clothes and school wear." I nodded, apparently this stupid school that I'm starting to attend next week has a dress code. Fun...

"So, what do you like to do for fun?" I ask, suddenly nervous. He starts to think for a minute.

"I love dancing, slow dancing." He'd seem like the type. "Also, the gun range is pretty fun."

"Wait, you go to the range?" My eyes grow wide.

"Hey, don't judge. It's fun!" He smiles towards me. I return it quickly.

"I know! Do you go to the one on fourth?" Surprised he nods. I tell him how I love going there as well, but I don't mention Noland was the one who took me there.

Ah Noland, he's going to fucking kill me...

(Alessandro P.O.V)

I was so close and Lenny had to go and fuck it up. I swear to the Lord above...

The only good thing that came out of his mouth was that they caught him, that bastard deserves pain. He caused this family, me, and my brothers so much pain.

"Romeo, Alessandro," My mother calls. Resse looks towards me with horror in his eyes. Smiling I take his hand.

"Don't worry, I'll go with you." He smiles sadly and I see the tears form. His big brown eyes darken with tears, the green by the irises shine. We run to the house where we see a women with long curly brown hair on the floor crying.

"Momma?" Resse started to cry, his big eyes grow as he sits down next to momma. She takes him into her arms and snuggles him close.

"Oh Romeo," She sobs. Anger flushes through my system. That fucker hurt her again...

(Victoria's P.O.V)

The week passed quickly, now it was Saturday, sadly there were no more almosts with Alessandro. Resse came to visit a few times with a boy my age named Marco. Marco was alright, but annoying. Worse thing about this is that he was supposed to 'watch over me' in school.

Is a kidnapper supposed to come or something?

"He's so rude," I complain. Dinner made me sleepy until I saw the ugly fugly Marco himself. "And like I get it, I can be rude, but him. Nah, that's just... Just rude! I mean he called me thunder thighs!" I sighed. Alessandro studied me as we sat in front of the fireplace. My nightwear hugged me.

(Alessandro P.O.V)

"Don't worry, bella, I'll take care of it. Marco can be-"

"What? Fucking rude? I know!" She sighed and rolled her innocent eyes. The red seeping into her angered cheeks were cute, but Marco should know his place inside this family. Name calling is pathetic. I move closer to Victoria.

"Thunder thighs? I can't believe he wasted such an ugly insult on someone so beautiful..." I murmur. Victoria blushes and looks away. I smirk.

Over the past few days, I see the way she looks at me and she sees how I look at her. We both seem to lust for something we can't have. Christ, she's 16 and I'm 24. But how can I resist someone as beautiful as her, tonight she left her black curls down. My mind can only think of how soft they'd feel in my hands and when she walks, my pants tighten just thinking about it. I can't fall for someone this quick. Right?

"Victoria," she hums in response and looks at me. Her thick dark lashes curtain over those blue eyes. "We never finished what we started in the office," I think back to that day, the way her body reacted to mine, it all felt so good.

She hums in response again and stands.

(Victoria's P.O.V)

"Well," I stand and watch him as his eyes trail my lose robe and the deep, plunging neckline on my nightie, my breasts filling it out perfectly. A rush of heat flooded my body.

"Well?" He breathes as he starts to stand. I smirk.

"I guess you'll just have to wait then," Biting my lip and turning around, I make way for the stairs. He chuckles behind me darkly.

"Oh I'll be waiting," I hear him murmur. Once out of sight, I run to my bed and dive right into the covers. I can't believe I just did that... 

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