chapter 24

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Angelina:

"Maybe that's because you need some sleep"

"You're right...we should go rest" he said

Once we got into the house we went straight to bed and I collapsed on it.

Rosi poured himself a glass of the whiskey that was on the table

"Good night Rosi" I said half asleep as he got to bed too

"Good night Angel"

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Tomorrow morning:

'Should we wake them up?' I heard a familiar voice whispering in my dream

'Let's take a few pictures before we decide on anything' another familiar voice suggested. Wait a minute...mom? This is not a dream

I woke up as soon as I realised what was happening. Lorenzo had his arm wrapped around my waist and my face was burried in his chest. My head rose slowly and I carrfully removed his hand from my waist trying not to wake the sleeping beast in the process.

When I got sight of the amused faces of Lauren and my mother. My face was void of any expression

"What are you two doing here?" I questioned "Why are you watching us and why are you still clicking photographs?" I questioned "mom this has you written all over it"

"We just wanted to be the first two to see the love birds today" she reasoned

"We know that you two snuck out last night" Lauren said

"We didn't sneak out" I groan as I try to think of a polite way to ask them to get out "Do you guys mind giving us some privacy? We want to get ready"

"Fine but you've got to be quick because we want to spend the whole day with you alright?"

"Alright mom"I said as they both walked out the room and closed the door

"I was starting to think that they weren't going to leave" I heard Lorenzo speak from beside me as he took his phone from the night stand

"You were awake?" I asked in utter shock

"I woke up as soon as they snuck into the room" he stated as he yawned and I don't know why but he seemed more like a human when he yawned because to be honest...sometimes I think Lorenzo couldn't possibly be real; I mean he looks like a Handsome cut out from some magazine. He just doesn't seem real to me. Why on earth did God give me all this man meat?

"How long were they here?" I questioned

"I'm not sure...but my guess would be 10 minutes tops"

"Our mothers are creeps" I stated

"You can say that again...we need to start locking our door from now on"

"Absolutely" I agree "...I've been meaning to ask..."

"Ask what?" He looked up from his phone

"Why do you have such a big house?...this is basically a hotel"

"Well because I wanted to have a huge family with atleast 60 kids running around the house that I could call my own."

"That's a little excessive don't you think?" I asked and he smiled. I don't even want to get started on that smile

"I'm only joking but I did want to have a soccer team of children and I wanted to have a house that could fit my children as well as their children"

"...but there would still be atleast four floors that would be unoccupied"

"Well I initially wanted to use this house as a place of refuge for people who could possibly be in trouble. I need the rooms to store my machinery, weaponry, as a temporary hospital for my familia and to have a room where I could do all the dirty work" he answered and I just nod my head in understanding.

"You wanted to have everything in the comfort of your own home...even a mini hospital?"

"Correct" he says

"Rich people" I shake my head as I get out the bed

"They're so insatiable" he says sarcastically

"They're always unsatisfied with what they have...always wanting more" I add on as I enter the bathroom so that I could shower

After my shower I leave the bathroom with a death grip on my towel as I hurried out. Luckily Lorenzo was no longer on the bed so I figured that he went out of the room. I rushed to lock the bedroom door so I could get dressed in peace. I pat myself dry and grabbed my lotion.

I was halfway done with moisturizing myself when Lorenzo walked out of the closet and cleared his throat

"Ahh" I gave him my famous glass shattering shrill scream

"Fuck" he muttered as he kept staring at my lady parts

"Turn around Lorenzo and close your eyes...why are you staring?" I asked as I picked up the towel from the floor and covered myself with it

"I don't know why you're still covering yourself because I basically saw everything" he said as he turned around"...and if I was you, I would parade myself for the world to see and admire"

"Shut up Lorenzo...j-just act like you didn't see anything"

"I can't unsee that...when I close my eyes that's all I see" he tried to reason

"Try to forget about it" I begged as I walked into the closet "You can turn around now" I said "...you can turn around only to leave the room though"

"Why did you get naked here...you knew that I could easily see you"

"When I got out the bathroom you weren't on the bed so I figured that you would be gone or something... I even locked the door because I didn't want you to walk in on me while I was naked" I said while avoiding eye contact

"Well I don't know why you're getting all shy on me now...you're beautiful I swear on my life you're a stunner"

"You probably say that to all the girls you've seen naked" I argued

"Angel I don't think I've ever given anyone but my family a compliment before"

"...and all of a sudden I feel special" I confess

"That's because you are special" he says and mutters something in Italian that I couldn't hear let alone understand it

"Enough!...pardon me but it's starting to get weird in here" I say and he chuckles

"It got weird the moment you got naked in front of me...but the good kind of weird; the kind of weird that makes you want to get naked too you know?"

"Lorenzo just please let me get dressed and spare myself from more embarrassment"

"Fine...I'll be in the bathroom showering" he said and closed the closet door once he was out

"Cool" I say to myself and make sure the door is locked

I quickly got dressed and made my way downstairs to our family in search of the moms who were thankfully in the kitchen talking. If I didn't know any better I'd believe that these two women have known each other for ages.

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