The smile that curled on my lips was huge.
"You talk of them as if they are people." I shook my head, my smile being even more evident.
He looked at me, his beautiful grey eyes, that he had stolen from the sky glittering. He smiled then, the light...
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Aria's Pov:
You know you'd think that being rich meant that there would be thousands of things that were simply just open for you to do.
Well your fucking wrong and have been lied to. Here I am, lying on my bed staring at the ceiling, my eyes just recovering from the amount of time I had spent on my phone just 20 minuets ago.
A phone that was supposed to have been confiscated from me.
At first that was what I had obsessed over, getting my phone back from Leo who deemed that i would recklessly try and buy a flame thrower.
He was wrong.
I would not recklessly buy one, I would gracefully buy one.
There was also the fact that my most recent lighter had also been confiscated. Before whenever I was so desperately bored, I'd just light something on fire and watch it burn.
There was a certain beauty in watching something getting enveloped in flames that never got old.
All of my options had diminished.
I was beyond bored.
There was absolutely nothing to do in this entire place and whenever i tried to go and annoy someone, they would just act scared of me and flee the place immediately.
Not to mention that I haven't seen my apparent boyfriend for a good 3 whole days. He's locked himself in his stupid little office and hasn't come out of it for all of the days.
Some part of me did wonder if he's dead, but Ollie gave me the fatal news that he is in fact fully alive.
So my question is, where the fuck is he?
He has a beautiful and elegant, perfectly sane girlfriend waiting for him and he doesn't even think to come and see her?
You know what? that's his loss.
I rolled over on my bed and groaned.
I hated feeling bored. I hated it.
Just then the door of my room flung open. Instinctively I grabbed my phone, that not even Ollie was allowed to know I had, and chucked it under my pillow.
I sat up fully in my bed, looking towards the door, adrenaline subsiding from the sudden movements of it all.
I raised my eyebrows to see the devil himself.
Leo Santiago.
Black hair ruffled, white shirt a little crumpled but still pristine. His grey eyes staring right at me, and his mouth slightly parted but still in their usual flat line, showing no emotion.
He raised an eyebrow back at me.
Oh hell no.
He does not get to ghost me for 3 whole days and then raise a majestic eyebrow at me as if I was the problem.
