Serina Accardi had everything, and wanted for nothing. Her brother gave her whatever she desired, but kept the parts of her destined world out of her reach.
Until she lost everything in one night to a man who's eyes looks like the devils wrath.
Th...
I wasn't going to run away again, that's boring. No no.
I'm just going to go on a simple stroll.
"Help, HELP." I screamed, as I pounded on the locked bedroom door. I heard a voice and the jangle of the lock before I took a step away from the door.
Still screaming like a Banshee on crack. But the crack was up my asshole.
The door slammed open and a man came in, he was the usual guard. His shaved head and beard made him look quite intimidating.
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(You best know I had to include Mr.Christian aka Daddy Grey. -AbigalKnightly)
"Where's the intruder?" He asked as he pushed me behind him, his gun raised and ready.
"The toilet." I screamed and he stiffened at my words. " there-there's a RAT." I screamed and he lowered his gun.
He growled as he turned to look at me "Seriously?". Nodding he shook his heads
I crossed my arms as I said "I will continue to scream all night, unless you kill it." I say and I knew that would work. He was already infuriated by my special and charming personality.
"Fine." He growled as he stalked to the bathroom, me close up behind him.
I stood by the door as he went and opened the toilet. "There no-" he said but by the time he was looking at me I slammed the bathroom door closer and knocked the bookshelf in front of it. Speeding my way out the bedroom door. Closing it with a slam as well.
Serina you sly dog.
Skipping down the hallway I smile, my plan worked. I only really wanted to do it to see if it would work, and it did.
So good for me.
This hall had less doors, it was very secluded. I think Lorenzo liked his privacy. It made me think back to when Marco told me that Lorenzo never brought woman to his room, never in his own bed.
A part of me wanted to know if that was true, and why he was so...concealed.
The shirt I was wearing ended just above my knee, the white shirt brushing against my skin and hanging off my shoulder as I skidded and skipped down the hallways, humming the song G.O.M.D or better known 'Get off my dick'
