Him & I (discounted/paused)

Butter Pecan

- Roxana -

I can't believe the asshole didn't care to mention we were leaving today last night,

Instead, here I am. Sleepy as fuck in this big ass jet (that is very unnecessary) If I do say so myself, on the way home.

I'm annoyed.

I start to doze off, it's been hours on this plane and I honestly have no reason to stay awake right now.

I wake up by the sound of the car moving, I let my eyes adjust to the light before I take in my surroundings, just to find Federico driving

He looks good, I don't know what it is about men driving with one hand, but damn.

His hair sits on his head, messy, while his sleeves are rolled up and one of his hands holds the steering wheel, making his tattoos show and his veins pop, damn. And then my eyes land on th cigarette between his lips, the cherry on top.

Have you ever wanted to be a cigarette before? yeah, me neither.

Until now

"You know.." I tell him

"It would be quite embarrassing if I, Roxana De Leon, became a widow because of you getting lung cancer" I continue, "I'd lie to everyone and say you exploded or something," I say, in a playful tone

He smirks, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and throwing it out of the window before turning to look at me,

"Morelli," he says

"huh?" I ask, confused,

"Roxana Morelli"  He says, finally turning his gaze away from me

"Opps," I answer

Before I know it, we are parked in front of the mansion and I am greeted by Luca

"Why are you not tanned?" is the first thing he asks, with one eyebrow raised

"Oh she is, you just can't see it because she thinks a bathing suit is not fucking required," Federico says, making me rolls my eyes

"Do you not remember the time I had to go buy you a bathing suit because you didn't bring one, to the beach?" he says

"Nope" I answer, popping the p

"She's done that before?" Federico asks as he is getting the bags out of the trunk, making me laugh

"what's funny?" Luca and Federico ask at the same time

"The fucking billionaire is getting my bags out of the trunk for me," I say, I find it ironic

"Would you rather do it yourself?" Federico asks, in a daring tone

"I have this guy for that," I say pointing at Luca, smiling

"And for cooking, and for picking you up, and for showering you when you're drunk and for killing those you don't want to, oh and for shaving your legs," Luca says