This apartment is a smokescreen. Like I said, there's always a price to pay. And the price is always sex.
The problem with sex is, is that it gets old quickly. I know that for a fact from looking at my mother's track record.
A guy is interested because you look pretty, but as soon as the going gets tough, the tough gets going. And I don't mean that in a positive way.
I'm lying on my new, soft bed, just staring up at the ceiling when Sammy enters my bedroom.
"I'm going to the grocery store." She's still full of smiles. "I'm going to cook a proper dinner, with wine to celebrate. Do you want anything?"
Yes, I want a dose of reality.
"No thanks."
"See you later!" She announces energetically and a few minutes later I hear the opening and closing of the front door.
She's so happy, she thinks we won the jackpot. Maybe I should be happy with her, even if it's only for tonight.
My cell phone rings on the bedside table and I pick it up, frowning at the unknown number.
"Hello?" I answer reluctantly.
"Farrah Simpson."
Chills run up and down my spine at the unmistakable voice of Alessandro Moretti.
"How did you get my number?"
"I have my ways." He chuckles softly and God forbid, that sound makes me want to offer myself to him on a silver platter.
"Did you have your way sending money to my bank account as well? What about the snazzy apartment?" I sit up straight, suddenly extremely pissed off that another human being has this power over me.
"Easy kitty cat." His voice is somewhat soothing, and if he was in front of me right now, I would have kicked him in the shin. "Save this number."
With those words, he disconnects the call. I could call him back, but I won't give him that satisfaction.
The question remains, what the hell does he want with me?
"What is this?" Sammy asks, her mouth hanging open as I deposit the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. She's been cooking ever since we moved in two days ago, but she's been complaining about not having the adequate budget for what she wants to make. So I went to the grocery store and bought her everything she'd been talking about. The Devil's money can be used for good, even if it's only to make Sammy happy. Yes, that is what I've dubbed him and that's the name I saved under his number. The Devil. He sure looks like one. Everyone says that the devil was an extremely beautiful angel, it's always the beautiful things that turn out nasty. "You said yourself a kitchen like this needs to be cooked in." I start unloading the bags, something to keep my hands busy while I keep on lying to my best friend. "Don't worry, I used tons of coupons." I'm not looking at her, but I can feel her disbelief. We work at a supermarket, and most of these items are not coupon items. "I have
The air is charged with so much electricity inside the car, I'm surprised the thing doesn't explode with us in it. I don't even bother asking him how he knows where I stay, because I know he knows. I've seen this guy only twice before now, but it feels like I know him on a level I can't even explain to myself. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel as he navigates the car through city traffic, his jaw clamped shut. He looks angry for some reason. "Are you having me followed or watched?" I asked quietly. "What were you doing with that guy?" He asks instead of answering. "Oh, we went on a date and had a nice dinner." I retort back quickly. "Your mouth is going to land you in a lot of trouble one of these days." Is that the tug of a smile I see around his mouth? It seems like it, and I relax slightly. "I tutor students sometimes." "Well, it looked like he was thinking about a lot more than tutoring." I don't answer, because what do I say to that? Was Kevin inte
I'm feeling extremely pissed off the next day as I head to campus. Pissed off that my sister is making a massive mistake by moving in with a guy she barely knows, pissed off that my mother was a crap example, and that Phoebe has clearly inherited those toxic traits. And fucking pissed off that I had trouble sleeping because I kept checking my phone, thinking that some idiot of a guy will text or call me. This is why I stay far away from the opposite sex, they're bad news, they give you sleepless nights and they demand things! Like, keep your phone on. Why should I keep my phone on if he's not even going to bother to even send me a text? I would like to know that I haven't gone completely insane, that this fire I'm suddenly feeling out of nowhere isn't just a one-way street. It isn't. It can't be. It's too strong, too all-consuming. "Good morning." There's a tug on my ponytail as I'm waiting for my coffee at the campus coffee shop. I'm about to give the person a mouth
Alessandro Moretti's lips are soft and warm, and everything I imagined it would feel like. He doesn't take the kiss further though, he just holds his lips firmly on mine for a beat before letting me go, his eyes melted chocolate on mine. "From here on out I'm the only man that touches you, do you understand?" His voice is deeper than what I've heard before and I'm so enthralled by him, all I do is nod in agreement. Maybe it's the Jane in me wanting to find her Tarzan, but I've never been speechless before. Or maybe it's because this is officially my first kiss. That is if I don't count Jimmy kissing me and then calling me names afterwards in the second grade. He holds the door open for me and I get in, clutching my backpack. I watch as he rounds the car and it strikes me that people are looking. I'm sure they're always looking whenever Alessandro makes an appearance, plus he's looking divine in his navy business suit. "Why are you following me?" I ask yet again as he gets
A black widow spider eats the male spider after they have mated. That is what I feel like when I get ready for my "date" with Alessandro Moretti. I have murder in my heart and vengeance in my eyes. I was okay before I laid eyes on him. I was content with my life and where I was going. Then somehow I changed in a matter of weeks and actually thought there could be more to life than studying and working. Only to be left played and looking like a fool. ' Rumor has it that The Devil is engaged. So what was I going to be then? A dirty little secret? A mistress hidden in the shadows? I am not my mother's daughter. I never was, and I never will be. And I will not allow a man to make me like her. "I don't think you should go on this date." Sammy looks at me with concern as I brush my long hair for the last time. I don't look nearly as good as when Phoebe styles me, but I think I did a decent job with the glittery black jumpsuit I went out and bought with The Devil's m
This is the third time I'm riding in this car, which I now know is a Mustang GT something. Yeah, I've now looked up everything I could find of Alessandro Moretti online. He has a brother who is four years older, who also works for the Moretti company. The question is, why did the older Moretti brother not take over when their father retired? The father is re-married to a woman more than twenty years younger than him. I looked up her I*******m handle, she looks like a gold digger to me. Too much make-up, and too much plastic surgery. His mother's whereabouts are unknown. She hasn't been seen in the city in the last fifteen years. Where the hell is she? Dead perhaps? Killed by the father for a younger mistress. I'll probably be killed next. I should send Phoebe a farewell text, tell her to stop making stupid mistakes and tell her that I love her. Alessandro is bristling next to me. I can tell in the hard set of his jaw and the frown between his eyebrows. I expect him to dr
I step away from Alessandro to create space between us. I tend to agree with everything he says when he touches me, and this time I'm not leaving without answers. "I know what you're trying to do and it's not working this time." I cross my arms over my chest in an attempt to ward him off. "Who is that woman?" The bastard has the audacity to smile. "You're jealous, aren't you?" Did he only figure that out now? "Stop deflecting, it might work on other people but not on me." He backs away from me and I sigh in relief. I lose my brain cells when he's too close to me. "I'll order a few different things from my favorite restaurant." He fetches the two wine glasses. "Do you like Italian?" I roll my eyes as I accept the wine from him. "I'll eat whatever if it means you can start being straightforward. And why did you have to get Sammy fired, too?" He takes my hand and leads me back to the living room, pulling me down on the couch with him. "I'll get her another job." He puts
There's complete silence in the room. This is probably the part where he tells me he changed his mind and doesn't want anything to do with me anymore. Because in a lot of ways, I'm still a child, probably a far cry from the women he usually spends his time with. Men like him have women throwing themselves at him. I've never felt as nervous as I do in this moment. It feels like I was dead before he bulldozed his way into my monochrome life. "Why not?" He finally breaks the silence. "You are gorgeous, you can't tell me no guy has ever made advances." I shrug, exhaling. "I never said that, did I?" "So why not?" "Because I've never been interested in anyone before you." There, I said it. I probably shouldn't lay all my cards on the table. This evening taught me that I should always have some leverage. Before I know what's happening, I'm flat on my back with Alessandro above me. My hands immediately go to his muscled biceps, my chest heaving as if I've just run ten miles. His hair