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How many hours did we do it for? Or was it the minutes that felt like multiple days? I yawn, blinking away moisture from my eyes as I watch the sky become orange from sunset through the large windows.“Tired?” Lorenzo asked from behind, his fingers going through my curls carefully.I turn to look at him from where he was behind me with a playful glare and splash him water from the tub.This makes him laugh, wet hair clinging to his face, only his bright smile visible.“You know I’m tired,” I mumbled, turning around and attempting to get out of the bathtub but got restricted by a pair of strong arms wrapping around my torso. Lorenzo pulls me back down and my back hits his chest before I sit back down in the tub.I grumble words under my breath, mentioning how sore I was, having hickeys all over my chest and back. Lorenzo chuckles at my complaints and lies his head at the crook of my neck.“Sorry.” He said after placing a kiss there.“Go away,” I mumble begrudgingly even though there is
Profession 31| Profession
“I don’t understand why you want me there for Halloween.” I laugh. “You can do fine without me Grams.”“I should feel offended.” Grams says with a straight voice. “If you’re trying so hard to stay away from me that means that you’re enjoying your job, right?”I smile into the phone, my fingers playing around in the bag of chips I’m eating before I answer.“I’m not trying so hard to stay away from you Grams, I just can’t come when my contract is not over.” I tell her. “And I do enjoy my job, very much.” I add, heat rising up my neck as I think about certain things.Lucas is upstairs to make sure Isabella doesn’t make a mess of their wardrobe as she goes to put back her homework in her school bag.Lorenzo is making a business call in his office. We’ve been spending so much time together since I told him I liked him four days ago.I start to feel like a teenager whenever I see him, I feel all the walls I’ve spent my life building crumbling whenever he tells me to sleep in his bed or when
Profession 32| Profession
The day was bright, even though it was hard to see from the thick curtains in Lorenzo’s room. I blink multiple times to get my eyes ready for the morning however the first thing I see upon looking beside me is the face of the man whom I blindly fell for hook, line, and sinker.I smiled at his sleeping state, his features looking more peaceful and more carefree while at sleep, even though his grip around me was vice-like. I pursed my lip when I tried to get up but failed and ended up pulling myself closer to him, our bare skins rubbing against each other.It's weekend but I still need to go check up on the kids.A smile pulls to my face again at the thought of the kids. Isabella and Lucas, the kids that I’m here to look after. They’re the reason I’m in this house and they’re the reason Lorenzo found me. I am grateful for them. They are precious to me, and with the months we’ve spent together, I have learned to be with them and love them as if they were mine.As if I were their….“Soone
Profession 33| Profession
“I gave you life, I gave you food and shelter, I gave you a proper education and I shaped you into the smart woman you’ve become just so you can be someone that I can proudly point at someday and say, ‘she’s mine’, but this – this is how you repay me?” My disappointed father complains throwing my papers at my feet. “What is this?”I maintain a smile, a shallow one. I held on to that smile as I watched my graduation & school certificates fly across the floor. After my years of working towards a certain goal and my hard work to become the person I wanted to be, everything was scattered across the floor, the same floor that my feet were standing on.I bent down and picked up every one of them before standing before my father again.“Ah, well you see – this is proof that I finished University,” I told him, a chuckle slipping out. “I’m sorry, I just thought you’d know what they were.”My mother slaps the table. Our dining table, where everything was happening over dinner.“You think this i
Profession 34| Profession
“Hey, I’m sorry but did you see the person who delivered this?” I asked the guard who dropped off the letter.He sighed and shook his head.“It was collected from the mail, it was dropped off this morning.” He told me.The thin envelope scrunched in my fist as I held it tightly. Sighing, I thank the guard and shove the paper into the pocket of my sweats.Before I could turn around and head back to the dining room where I left Lorenzo, the door to the living room was yanked open and I let out a yelp before scurrying back.I put my hand to my chest when a smiling Theodore walked in, with a bunch of gift bags in his hands. The guards around me didn’t even flinch, either they were too good with their job or they were used to him coming in like this. Besides, I don’t think a dangerous person would be able to waltz in this carefree with all the bodyguards outside.“Theodore, ” I called mouth and eyes gaped.He looks over to where I am standing, noticing me for the first time, and his smile
Profession 35| Profession
I sighed, leaning on my work desk as I entered my office. I can hear Theodore’s footsteps as he approaches the room, almost excitedly. I put my head in my hand and pinched my temple, knowing what was coming already.“You fell for the nanny?” Was the first thing he blurted the moment he barged into my office.“My God,” I muttered under my breath.He scoffs unbelievably.“Wow, I can’t believe – I just cannot believe it. You fucking made it clear that no one should get attached, it was only a six-month contract, and she has to focus on the kids! The way I see it, you’ve stolen all the attention.” He yaps, dumping all the paper bags on the sofa. “I knew this was going to bloody happen, I knew there was something up when you hired this one after one interview. I should’ve known you were damn whipped, I mean, who wouldn’t be right?”“Theodore shut up,” I tell him, lifting my head from my hand and folding my arms across my chest. He keeps quiet for a second, but then a stupid smile breaks ou
Profession 36| Profession
☼Willow☼Show me how it feels to be in love with the son of a Mafia Don.Mafia?A short laugh slipped past my lips. It was almost like a surprised laugh, an unexpected one. Then the breath I had been holding when reading the letter was let out when I laughed again, feeling stupid for reading the entire thing.This is bullshit. I thought. How the hell could Lorenzo be the son of a Mafia Don?How could Lorenzo even be part of the mafia itself? There’s nothing murderous or dangerous about him so how could he manage to be part of the mafia? Well, there have been several rumors about him running illegal businesses and stuff, people saying that he belongs to the mafia. But that’s just rumors,Right?“Bullshit,” I muttered, the letter in my hand crumpling as I squeezed it in my fist. “There’s no way in hell. Not when he has those kids to protect.”I fed myself those words over and over again, making it a mantra I had to believe in. I chuckle nervously at myself for almost being fooled.I br
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Lorenzo arches an eyebrow curiously at me as he enters my room, his footsteps slow – almost wary.“You look awfully pale,” He comments, closing the door behind him.I tear my eyes away from his face, suddenly interested in the design of my room all over again. I don’t know how I should look at him or who to look at him as.Lorenzo doesn’t look like a fucking murderer, there’s no way he could’ve slaughtered people.The thought alone makes bile rise in my throat.I’ve seen murderers before, I’ve lived with one, and I know how unregretful they are. How getting blood under their nails doesn’t faze them. Lorenzo doesn’t look like that. Lorenzo doesn’t look like a cold-blooded murderer.I trust him, he isn’t a murderer.“Willow…” Lorenzo calls cautiously.“I think I’m going to throw up,” I mutter feeling everything surge up my throat as I race for the bathroom. I make it to the toilet seat in time and pour out revolting piles of vomit.I flush the toilet. I go to the sink, rinse my mouth, b
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