Heavy Hands (frerard)

Chapter 2

Does anyone speak fluent Italian? There's Italian in this book and I need someone to translate (no google translate) thanks x

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Jamia shook me awake the next morning and I whined unhappily. It was Saturday and it was early, I had nowhere to be. I pulled the covers over my head but she just pulled it off and tossed it on the ground.

"Mia," I whined. "I'm tired."

"Frank is here," she hissed.

I sat up, my eyes widened. I ran out to the living room and saw Frank standing there. He looked me over, taking in my lace panties and the t-shirt that I suddenly felt was far too short as I tugged it down.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Come on, you're moving," he said.

"M-moving?" I asked.

"You shouldn't have to live in this tiny, run-down apartment," he said. "I bought you a new apartment."

"When?" I asked.

"Last night after I dropped you off," he said.

"How do you get an apartment that late at night?" Jamia asked.

"I know people," Frank said with a small shrug.

"Just to be clear, I'm allowed to live there too, right?" Jamia asked.

"Of course," Frank said with a small chuckle. "Come on, I'll take you to see it now."

"We should pack our stuff up," I said.

Frank shook his head. "I have men to move your stuff for you. I also took the liberty of buying you new furniture and appliances."

"So we won't have ripped couches and mattresses with springs sticking out?" I asked.

"Yes And Jamia, you'll actually have a bedroom, you won't have to sleep on the pull out couch," Frank said.

Jamia shrieked happily and I glanced to the couch where the bed was still pulled out and her blankets and pillows were sprawled over it.

"Get dressed," Frank said. "I bought clothes for you to wear. I got some for you too, Jamia, I wasn't sure what you liked to wear. "

He handed each of us a bag and we went back to the bedroom.

"I can't believe he bought us clothes," Jamia said.

I nodded, looking in my bag. I put on the pastel pink shirt and the white skater style skirt. I put on the white thigh highs with the pastel pink bows at the top and pastel pink flats.

"This is cute," Jamia said.

I looked at her white sundress with the baby blue floral design and her light brown sandals.

"Okay I love him, seriously if you don't marry him I will," Jamia said.

I giggled as we walked out and Frank took my hand. We got into his car, which was a very expensive looking sports car. His hand reached over to rest on my thigh as he drove and a soft blush spread over my face. He drove us to the apartment and I gasped as I looked around.

It was so big and modern. There were light hardwood floors and white walls. The counters were marble and everything was stainless steel. It looked like something out of a magazine, one of those really fancy magazines for rich people that just shows expensive houses.

"This is amazing," I muttered, looking at the chandelier in the living room.

Frank let us look around the whole apartment. In the apartment there were four bedrooms and a total of five and a half bathrooms. There was even a second floor!