❝𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞
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"What are you doing in my fridge?"
I immediately grabbed my knife strapped to my thigh and pointed it at the person behind me's throat.
"Seriously?" I whispered.
He wasn't even fazed by...
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I spent the entire day locked in my room - catching up with mountains of work.
Katie understood and was kind enough to bring food up to my room.
I haven't seen Antonio all day today.
I packed all my work away and got ready to take a shower. I wrapped a towel around my body and Silvia called.
"You're still alive," she sighs in relief and I playfully roll my eyes, taking my phone into my bedroom before propping it up.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I ask and she moves closer to the camera.
"Since you like married the devil and everything. Plus he's so scary when mad," she whispers and I shake my head.
"Will you stop with this devil crap? It's kind of scaring me now."
"It should!" she whispers yells and I grab a sports bra and my pajama shorts.
"If you've called to ask about sleeping with Jordan, you're wasting your time," I roll my eyes as I get dressed. "Because I didn't."
"Are you saving yourself for your little fiance?" she teases with a little grin and I can't help but laugh.
"Shut up," I say turning around to grab my shirt.
"I'd kill for your ass," she sadly smiles and I chuckle.
"Last I checked, yours was way bigger than mine," I give a closed-mouth smile.
We continued our conversations and finally hung up after three hours.
I skipped down the stairs and made my way into the kitchen.
It's oddly quiet.
Maybe because it's past eleven at night, genius.
Right.
I stood on my toes as I looked into the cabinet. Top shelf. Far back.
Seriously?
I sighed, holding onto the countertop as I hopped up. The surface felt slippery underneath my knees but I steadied myself fast.
I reached over and stuck my hand inside, searching for a glass.
Got it.
I grabbed it but my forearm accidentally brushed against two plates, causing them both to shatter on the floor. The loud crash caused me to jolt and I dropped the glass as well.
I slipped, falling backwards, and landed hard on my butt.
My forearm pressed into some glass as I landed.
"Holy shit."
I softly groaned, lifting my arm from the glass to see little pieces stuck into my skin with blood running down my arm.
