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...
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"Lorenzo what do you think?" I asked as I walked out of the closet to find Lorenzo on his phone
He looked up and his eyes turned a shade dark "I uh..." he struggled to find the words
"If you don't like it just tell me so I can change it" I say honestly
"You look stunning" he eyes me up and down "too stunning" he says as he stalks into the closet with a determined look on his face "we're going to a funeral not a gala" He flips through my clothing
"What are you doing?" I question but he ignores me and keeps flipping
"Ahh...you can wear this" he says and gives me a long brown skirt that my mother gifted me paired with a white off the shoulder shirt
I laughed at his choice thinking that he was joking but once I saw the serious look on his face my laughter died in my throat
"I'm not wearing that Lorenzo..."
"Why can't you wear what I picked out?"
"Because I don't want to; that oufit does nothing for my body"
"That's the point" he said matter of factly "the dress you have on now will draw attention to you and everybody is going to ogle at you. I don't want to kill somebody just because they stared at my wife for too long...but believe me I will if you don't change your dress" making me roll my eyes
"Do you want people to think that you married a 50 year old?" I asked and he shook his head 'no' "then let me go out there and represent" I said and unconsciously put my hands on his stoic face, I felt him tense up and then relax immediately after
"Fine!" He says
"Good! now help me pick out my accessories" I demanded and he sighed
"Why would I help you get more dolled up? I already have a problem with your current attire"
"Hurry up and pick" I roll my eyes. He eyes the jewellery intensely and picks out a necklace with a pink stone that dad got me for my 21st birthday
"I pick this...because it matches your ring" he says and I nod my head agreeing with him "...and you better not tell anyone that I did all this girly shit with you" he says sternly
"Sure...now what must I do with my hair?" I ask as I take it out of it's bun
"Don't do anything to it just let it loose" he answers and glances at his watch
"Are you sure?" I ask as I part it in front and brush it so that it looks neat
"Yes. It's long, curly and long so just leave it be...I happen to like it this way" he reaches out to run his hands through my hair
"Lorenzo I'm letting you touch my hair only this time...black women don't like it when you touch their hair"
"I've heard" and just as he says that he massages my scalp lightly and I involuntarily moan quietly "...but you love my hands in your hair" he comments smugly and withdraws his hands from my head...making me once again roll my eyes
"We should get going" I suggest and he grabs his phone from the bed
I apply clear gloss on my lips and follow Lorenzo out the house.
Once we got in the car I apply more gloss
"Don't you think you've applied enough of that stuff?"
"Tosh (nonsense)... you can never have enough gloss" I educate him
"Whatever you say" he shrugs in defeat
"Who's funeral are we going to by the way?"
"One of the men that worked for me. He died on the job" he says
"Did you know him on a personal level?"
"No but he worked for my family for about twenty years; I'm going to the funeral out of respect"
"That's very human of you" I comment
"So you're trying to tell me that some times I'm not very human?"
