𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 | ✓

Chapter Nineteen

"What are you talking about, bitch." She says on the phone.

I twirl the phone cord and cross my legs as a smirk plays across my face. "You didn't hear me? Mr Varallo no longer needs your assistance." I repeat.

I can only imagine the anger on her face. "You're lying." She yells.

"I could be, but you might not know." I shrug. I yawn trying to sound exhausted. "Listen, hoe, I'm growing tired of your ignorance."

Vincenzo walks in with a confused, angered look on his face. I place my finger on my lips to stop him from talking. "I want to talk to Vincenzo, I'll call him right now." She informs.

"Go ahead, he doesn't want you anymore." I sing ending the call.

He walks up to where I am, sitting on his desk. "What do you think you're doing?" He asks.

"I just fired Claire." I shrug.

"I didn't ask you to."

"You didn't have to, Mr Varallo." I smile.

He looks at me up and focuses his gaze on my cleavage. "Then what are you doing on my desk, dressed like that?" He questions.

I smirk at his confused expression. "Apologise for being so unprofessional." I try to hint at Claire unprofessionalism.

"I might have to punish you for that." He smirks.

I copy his expression crossing my hands over my chest trying to enhance my bust. "Much like you punished Claire?"

He rolls his eyes playfully moving closer to my face. "Sai che non significava niente, piccolo." [Italian Translation: You know she meant nothing to me, baby]

"I'm sure." I say dragging the sure, despite not knowing what he even said.

He gently strokes my thigh which wasn't covered by my short black skirt. I bring my hand to his face. "Do you want me, Mr Varallo?"

He nods bringing his lips to mine. "Too bad." I shrug pushing him away. I get off his desk and begin exiting his office. His phone begins to ring which stops my tracks. Must be her.

"Hello?" He says. I turn around with a smug look on my face.

"Vincenzo, baby, warn your rude assistance not to be mean to me. I know you didn't really fire me, right?" She rambles on the phone on full speaker.

He cuts the call and smirks at me putting it in his pocket. "How are you going to find a new therapist for me?" He asks.

"I'll be there to talk to you." I suggest walking towards him and tracing my finger on his chest. "And heal you in ways better than Claire."

"We can start now."

"It would be unprofessional if I did that during working hours." I wink.

"What are you playing at Arabella. Don't forget the fact that I know you can speak Italian and will use that against you." He warns.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I say fed up. "Ever think that your sources are lying to you and you're stupid. If I spoke Italian I'd be understanding every foreign bullshit that comes out of your mouth."

"Your last name is Rossi." He states.

"Okay, and? I have Italian ancestors." I shrug. I walk out of his office and hear his footsteps follow me back to my room.

"You're telling me you don't have any memories of your parents?"

I think back to the weird dreams I always had of my life before the orphanage. "My mom was a female and my dad was a male." I chuckle.

I hear him let out an annoyed sigh. "You know you aren't funny."

"Shut up." I snap.

"Watch your tone, amore." [Italian Translation: love]

I roll my eyes and look at the watch on my hand. "You told me to remind you when it was 4:30 and it's 4:25."

"Merda." He mutters. "I'll be back soon, okay?" [Italian Translation: Shit]

"Try not to die." I call out.

"No promises."

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I hope this makes up for the last chapter. I know how short it was. Next chapter we're getting a POV from Aurora so make sure to keep reading, voting and commenting.

Updating Friday 11th December 2020

I don't know the exact time. It might come a little late but I'll try my best.

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