She was just a new member. Supposed to take information by torturing not going around, making bets, going on missions, sleeping with the handsome boss and more specifically falling for him.
"You're playing a very dangerous game. Didn't I warn you...
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
Matteo's POV:
I enter the kitchen and Clara is nowhere to be seen but I notice Francesca, Francesco's sister.
She is eating Alejandro. Now Clara's going to kill her. Fuck Alejandro is haunting me down.
"Fuck that was your nephew. Alejandro." I say pointing at the pancake. The pieces falls out of her mouth and she starts coughing. I hand her a glass of water.
"Are you ok?" I ask.
"The real question is are you ok?" She asks. I nod. She takes my temperature with her hand on my forehead.
"No fever." She says to herself.
"Are you sure you are ok?" She asks.
"Um yeah why not?" I ask.
"My nephew? Alejandro?" She asks.
"Yeah." I say.
"Do your have a headache? I am asking for concussion." She says.
"I'm fine." I say.
"Then what was that about?" She asks.
Maybe if she remains clueless she will be safe. I like her I can't let Clara kill her.
"Nothing. No knowledge no danger." I say and leave.
Clara's POV:
It seems like today wasn't much to do so I left sooner than usual. Francesco wasn't there either. Not that I care or anything.
But it just seem that I can't forget our moments. He is good in bed I will give him that. He is handsome. What's wrong with me. Clara come back to your senses.
I take a shower, work out, eat and sleep. Cause I am tired like usual.
****
I wake up getting ready for my job.
When I arrived I go straight to the table ordering a french toast which is much simple than pancake so I can trust the cook with it. She just has to use a vegan milk. Soon others joined as well as Francesco. I was sitting beside him while he is at the head of the table, like a boss he is.
Matteo's POV:
I enter the dining room and the first thing I noticed is Clara talking to the French toast.
"Ok Henry. Yes it's good." She says.
"Hi Henry." I say as I bow to the French toast.
"Did he just greeted the fucking French toast." Someone whispers.
Clara stares at me with a shocked expression. Someone's knife fall out of their grip.
