| ALESSANDRO |

C H A P T E R T H R E E

"No man could test me, impress me
My cash flow would never ever end
'Cause I'd have all the money in the world
If I was a wealthy gi-i-i-irl."

C H A P T E R   T H R E E

"Yasmine, don't move for fucks sake. Otherwise I will smudge your liner."

Brad was doing my makeup for going to the mall. Even if he's just going to the corner store, he'll  always have to be on fleek and therefore I had to be too. What shall I say, he's bougie.

I haven't told him about yesterday. What should I tell him? That I was lying naked under his sexy brother and saw him shoot two men?

"Ok, perfecto! You're ready, go grab your bag I'm waiting", he said impatiently kicking the heels of his shoes against the door.

I walked over to my room and picked up my thrifted Louis Vuitton bag.

If there's anything I love, which is also good for the environment, it is thrifting. It's like a hobby.
I took a last glance in the mirror.

.
People, who knew my mother said I looked like her. Admittedly I have her brown almond eyes and tan skin. But my black type 2c curly hair I've got from my dad.

I stood there observing my body in the full body length mirror.

I wasn't too skinny nor overweight. People told me I was skinny thick. Not to be conceited, but I have quite a big bum and large chest, but dear god my stomach. I  sometimes have to suck it in to pass the "slim thick test". Well, that's on me being too lazy to do abs workouts and my midnight snacks. But I liked my body. In any shape or form, as long as I felt comfortable.

I was wearing oversized white sweatpants with a cropped tight white tank top and a pair of jordans.

"Ok, finished", I groaned while we walked the stairs.
"Why do you always have to be grumpy?"
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm just hungry."
"Still no excuse."
"Ugh! Ok, I just want someone to push me against the wall, grab me by my throat, roughly manhandle  my plump ass and fuck me senselessly. Is that what you wanted me to say?!"

Suddenly I heard a deep, familiar deep voice shamelessly say:
"I guess we can change that gattina."
I shuddered. No. It can't be.

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"Alessandro ew. Shut the hell up, you nasty. Oh, Yassi this is my brother. Alessandro, the one and only Alessandro, this is Yas. I assume my two favorite people in the world don't know each other?"

How could one look so good in a simple all-black outfit? He looked different from yesterday, but more cosy. Yet his muscles were bulging out of the black shirt. My eyes followed the places where the thin fabric of the black shirt tightly wrapped around his arm muscles. I imagined what his arms would look like around my waist.

Alessandro's eyes were set on me following my every move as I came closer. It was a really unsettling feeling. Suddenly I felt insecure.

"No, I don't think we ever met", he came closer and kissed my hand. As his lips touched my skin, I felt shivers run through my spine. This bastard. What game is he playing? I could just upright expose him.

"Alessandro is a gentleman", Brad smiled pleased.

I stared at Alessandro. He was shamelessly grinning at me. How couldn't Brad notice?