Angelina Gallagher is just a 24 year old lady; trying to make an honest living for herself. She moves to Italy with the hopes of becoming financially independent. Fortunately...or rather unfortunately, she ends up working for Lorenzo Rosi; The riche...
The rain fell heavily on the ground. The trees swayed and danced maniacally as if rejoicing that the rain has come. Harshly; it splattered on the windows I was currently staring out of, and although it was hitting loudly...it came with a great deal of comfort and relaxation. I've always loved the rain.
When I was younger; I would play in the rain for as long as I could; until one of my family members would find me and send me inside so that I could get warm. The rain however cold...felt electrifying on my skin. It would tickle down my skin giving me the urge to jump and dance.
I was unaware that I had started crying until I felt a tear roll down my cheeks. I quickly wiped it away and went to the door. I hadn't been out of this room ever since I got here. I've been in this house for a week now and I've had no desire to leave this room at all; feeling sorry for myself...But it's raining now; so I just have to go outside. I knocked on the door knowing that two guards were standing right outside my door...like they've done for the whole week that I've been here.
When the door opened a man who looked to be in his twenties stood in front of me. He has deep blue eyes and dusty blonde hair, my eyes travelled down to his lips involuntarily just taking him in. I tried not to stare but it didn't help that he looked like he just jumped out of a magazine cover...Are all Italian men this hot?
I was snapped out of my thoughts when he started clapping his hands in front of my face "Ms Gallagher...are you listening?" I must've zoned out
"Oh yes...sorry about that..I was jus-..." He stopped me
"...Just staring?" He asked teasingly "you were just staring...right Ms Gallagher?" he asked while smiling
"Don't get ahead of yourself Mr Bodyguard" I smiled at him...even though I was caught
"You can call me Vincent" he said
"How about Vince?" I teased
"That'll be just fine" he smiled brightly "This is the part where you say 'you can call me Angelina' you know" he said making me laugh
"Well you can call me Angelina" I said
"How about Angie?"he questioned
"Hey we just met...only my friends call me that" I reasoned
"Angie it is" he said "...and now we're even"
"I guess so..."
"I know you didn't knock on your door for no reason" he reminded me
"Oh yes...I wanted to go outside" I told him
"...but it's raining" he looked at me curiosly
"I know that it's raining...that's why I wanna go outside" he looked at me studying my face "like RIGHT NOW!" I continued and he finally held his hand out for me to take
"Follow me" he said waiting for me to take his hand
"You don't have to hold my hand...I can walk all on my own; Just lead me outside" I said pushing his hand away gently
He shrugged and walked down the hallway (of hell). There are no doors... which means that the room that I am 'staying' in is the only room in the hallway.
As we were walking through the hallway; I looked at the walls on either side of me. Paintings hung on the wall; they all looked expensive...I didn't even want to touch them because I was afraid one of them would fall and become my expense.
When we made it to the staircase my jaw dropped on the floor
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