"Thank you for putting me at my place." He said.
"Thank you for giving me a place." She replied.
Natasha is desperate for a job.
Lorenzo is trying to get his mom off his back.
Despite the desperation, Natasha won't take nonsense not even...
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I'm very ugly. So don't try to convince me that. I am a very beautiful person. Because at the end of the day. I hate myself in every single way. And I'm not going to lie to myself saying. There's is beauty in me that matters. So rest assured that I will remind myself. That I am a worthless, terrible person. And nothing you say will make me believe. I still deserve love. Cause no matter what. I'm not good enough to be loved. And I'm in no position to believe that. Beauty does exist inside of me. Because whenever I look in the mirror I always think Am I as ugly as people say?
(Now read this bottom-up.)
-Abdullah Shoaib.
-Back to the story-
Leonardo POV.
After the flights of stairs, we arrived at the rooms.
It's was beautifully designed if I can say so myself.
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"Oh my gosh. This is beautiful." She says falling onto the bed.
"Yep mum takes a lot of time taking care and redecorating this place," I say setting the luggage at the corner of the room.
"Ok let's set two simple rules." She says sitting up suddenly.
I arched my brow. "What kind of rules were you thinking about?"
"1. You change in the bathroom down the hall. I change here. 2. You aren't allowed to come in here with a towel wrapped around your waist so no half-naked. And it applies to me." She says.
"Ok but if you add this rule, you aren't allowed to bring another male or female without consent in the room," I said referring to my brother especially.
"Deal." She says then plunges in the bed.
"You going to sleep?" I ask.
"Yep, just a small nap." She says yawning and soon her eyes are shut.
After about an hour or more of watching her sleep (well at least for me it felt like an hour.) She was soo peaceful like the world wasn't a dark scary place. Every once in awhile her eyebrows would knit together and let's not get in the smoothness of her skin. How I longed to touch but I'm sure it would get me a punch in the face.
I shake my head, clearing the thoughts that were invading my head.
I walk out to take a shower. And walk to get dressed.
I mean why was even thinking of her? We were always bickering and I am pretty sure there isn't one bone in her body that carried my name unless it was to curse it.
