𝘈𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢

Ariella Emerson has never looked at life the way life looked at her.

She always saw the good in everyone and everything. She believed any crude comments just meant someone was having a bad day. If those comments were a regular occurrence? Than many bad days. Consecutively. But that didn't mean anything.

Being 19 and completely uninterested in college, there was no one to tell her that sometimes life was a bitch, and you just had to accept it.

Until she met Enzo.

Lorenzo Cattaneo was not who'd you put under the category of 'approachable.' Not that that had meant anything, with his broad fixture, defined muscles and dark fluffy hair, women made it their obligation to approach him. He was completely uninterested every time, not really into the whole concept of 'love.'

Until he met Ariella.

She struck him in a way he couldn't understand right from their first encounter in a coffee shop. As time went on, he realized that maybe the one thing to override his constant mood-killer mood was the small bundle of sunshine that he couldn't take his eyes off of. But with his profession, how was she worth it?

Will Lorenzo hand his cold heart away to the one girl who had enough warmth to unfreeze the Arctic? Would Ariella accept what he did for a living? Or would they both be too set in their ways to ever explore the opposite of themselves?

•••

"N-no.." I mumble, suddenly nervous with his close proximity. Enzo closes his eyes, and breathes in deeply.

"That was despicable." he glares, turning and heading upstairs to my room.

"What are you doing?" I follow after him, watching as he rummages through my drawers, grabbing clothes that don't match at all.

"You gave me a heart attack so you're staying at my place."

"I don't get how that makes any sense. All I said was that I wasn't single as a small joke! I don't know why that got your panties into a big ol' twist!" I exclaim, huffing when he just glares and continues to search.

"You suck at jokes."

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