𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 | ✓

Chapter Seven

"Do you know who your parents are?" He asks.

I adjust my head away from his shoulder and lie down on his bed. "I don't know," I answer, honestly.

"Was the orphanage in Italy?"

I look at him with a confused look. "Why does everyone think I'm Italian?" I smile.

"Because your last name is Rossi, and your first name is Arabella." He explains in a duh tone lying down right next to me.

"Well, I'm not. All I know is that I'm half black and half white." I turn myself over and rest my head on top of his shoulder grabbing a hold on his arm. "Thank you," I whisper, closing my eyes gently.

The silence between us made it really awkward. "Are you going to get Claire fired?" I ask, trying to start a conversation.

"Yes." He replies, without any emotion.

"If you do you'd be ruining her reputation and she'd never get another job again. Look at it from her point of view." I beg.

"She was unprofessional about her job, Arabella." I sigh in defeat. "And she wasn't planning on stopping." He adds.

"What about me? Am I not unprofessional sleeping in your bed next to you?" I question.

"The difference between Claire and you. I actually want you, Arabella. I like the fact you were able to easily turn me down. It shows you have self-control."

I blush at the thought of him actually wanting me. I'd never heard anybody say that to me before. "Just change the therapist, don't cause her to lose her job. I'm not booking you and that man an appointment."

"Arabella, in all honesty, this isn't really your choice to make. It's mine. She's not your therapist she's mine. So why do you care so much."

What if the same thing happened to me?

"I don't. I just feel bad." I shrug, awkwardly.

He groans running a hand through his hair. "I have a big meeting tomorrow, Tesoro. I need to sleep." [Italian Translation: Sweetheart]

I sit up from his bed and give him a kind smile. "Thank you for having that little talk with me, Mr. Varallo."

He gave me one back as I stood up and headed to my door. "Goodnight." He said, watching me leave.

"Goodnight."

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I walk into his office and check the time. He shouldn't be back for two more hours. I close the door quietly behind me and head over to his table. I look for the same brown envelope I saw when I was here last time.

I opened one of his drawers and finally found it. It was labelled 'Arabella Rossi'. I opened it up and carefully pulled out the sheet of papers inside of it.

'Name: Arabella Rossi

Date of Birth: March 14th

Mother's Name: Unknown

Father's Name: Unknown

Place of Birth: Italy'

I was born in Italy? Is that why everyone assumes I'm Italian?

'Arabella Rossi grew up in Angel heart Orphan Home in Florida.'

They even managed to find out the orphanage I grew up in? But I just told him yesterday.

'Arabella was seen most of the times with a girl named Amelia Jones; An Australian-'

"What do you think you're doing?" I voice says causing me to look up.

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Ooouuu, another cliff-hanger. Did you like my double update? I wonder who it was that caught Arabella. Guesses?

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