Claim her

chapter 1

Dear Miss Francesco

Thank you for taking your time and applying, but we're afraid to annou-

I shut my laptop with a loud thud, not bothering to read the rest. What a waste of time. This is my fourth time applying for a job, and guess what?

I got fucking rejected.

For what reason you ask me? I don't fucking know. I'm the bravest, brilliant and confident girl, they would be lucky to have me.

Okay I'm lying I'm neither of those things, but who cares as long as I do my job obediently.

They can kiss my cute butt.

Sighing, I placed my laptop on the nightstand, stretching my hands and neck.

"BREAKFAST IS READY, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE STELLA" Mama yelled, I can feel my eardrums bleeding. I lazily made my way down to the kitchen rubbing my eyes, my forehead suddenly made contact with something hard.

"Oof what the fuck" I grumbled.

"You can't go a day without bumping into a wall, tsk clumsy bambino" Xavier mocked me, ruffling my already bird nest hair.

"You can't go a day without sleep-"

"I dare you to finish that sentence" he glared at me with his blue eyes that are identical to me. As much as I love him, I can't deny the fact that he's the biggest man whore.

"I dare you to finish that sentence" I mimicked him, rolling my eyes.

"Cagn-"

"And I dare you to finish that sentence son of a bi-" my papa interfered. Ready to pounce on him if I give him a go.

"And i dare you to speak another word" mama picked a wooden spatula, waving it in the air to show us that she wouldn't hesitate to beat our asses if we don't shut up.

We all silently pulled a chair to sit down. I placed five pancakes on my plate with a few strawberries, grabbing the sugary syrup, I squeezed the bottle on my pancakes coating them with the syrup. But how can i resist

"That's a lot of syrup carina" mama's soft voice chastised me. She has always been so strict about this kind of things. She wants me to be skinny like most of the girls my age.

"Let her be honey" papa whispered, softening his gaze at me.

Luckly papa diverted the conversation "So kid, do you have anything to tell us?"

"I got rejected" I looked down afraid to see their reaction.

"Again?" Xavier frowned

"Yep"

"Why are you so adamant on working bambi? We're already loaded" we're not loaded let me make that clear first, he just like to think that we're some rich families from italy.

And he was not happy when he heard I wanted to help the family, He doesn't want me to lift a finger because apparently, I'm "still a child." His words not mine, even though I'm almost 20.

And yeah, I didn't move out as many expected me to because I was not ready to leave this house. I can't cook or do laundry or even was dish, my mom does all that for me. So you could tell how terrible it's gonna be for me if I started living on my own.

But I'm considering it, because Xavier is becoming really unbearable.

"But I-"

"You are not going to look for a job anymore, si?" Papa said with his end-of- discussion tone.