Why don't you get a taste?
Golden girl Alison Rivers has it all: brains, looks, money, a father who adores her, and any man she wants... Or so she thought.
When she sets her eyes on Lorenzo Visconti, her academy's Italian, irresistible principal, sh...
I really thought that people saying they imagined Lorenzo as David Gandy was bad, but now it's full of people commenting Michele Morrone all over the book and it's vomit-inducing. I don't understand the extreme hype, although that's irrelevant, but he's stupid as fùck too— and THIS is a problem. Get that shít out of here. Lorenzo has nothing in common with that misogynistic, racist, ignorant garbage.
I also put myself through two hours of that... movie to try to understand the hype and I ended up fast-forwarding all the sex scenes because they were cringy. Yet, without the sex, there was no plot whatsoever, the movie was 50% cringy sex and 50% him throwing her around for no reason, so I mostly watched the sea and the main character, Laura, while trying not to gag at the blatant romanticization of kidnapping and mafia.
Waste of time, could've watched 3 episodes of Criminal Minds.
Anyway, I still can't get over all the comments on the previous chapter. Waking up to all of those was just 🥺 I spent about an hour going through all of them and replying.
Please check out my new book VOYEUR the preface is up and I will soon post the first chapter!
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"Miss Alison, you can't stay like this for the whole day, you must get up and go eat something." Caroline, the maid who changed my sheets every week, voiced from above me with motherly concern that I was all too familiar with, even though it always filled me with a vague sense of melancholy at the same time.
"Mhm." Was my uninterested reply. I had been lying in bed for the whole day, only getting up to feed my little baby Sapphire and pee. After that, I had moved to the floor upon Caroline's arrival, planning to climb on my velvet chaise longue whenever I was going to get enough energy to do so.
I was rather distraught: less than 24 hours earlier, I had admitted to Lorenzo that I loved him, and he hadn't said— or texted, anything back. Sadly, I had been tipsy and hazy enough to utter those words after an extraordinary round of sex, but not tipsy enough to forget about it, and now it kept haunting me, randomly popping into my head approximately 5 minutes after I'd woken up and not leaving ever since. Currently, it lived in my mind rent-free, and it had been for the past 3 hours or so.
Sapphire mewled in support, her little body spread across my back and providing me with a little too much warmth.
The gray-haired woman sighed, and she planted her feet inches away from my head. "Miss Alison, I will call your father and tell him that his daughter is drunk at 2 pm on a Sunday." She stated firmly, her arms crossed and her tone indicating that she wasn't playing around.
"I'm not drunk." I retorted, slightly lifting my face from the floor to glare at her. I wasn't in the mood to play around, either.
"Oh, I know. But by the time he'll find out, he'll be too busy scolding you for lying on the floor with nothing in your stomach and a scowl on your face." She shot back, topping it off with a grin that was satisfied yet kind nonetheless.
