The skin on my face warms up as I feel the sun pour itself on me. I groan as I reach for the blanket, turning around.
"Wakey wakey, bitch." A loud thud of the door barging open jolts me awake.
"Lucas? What do you want?" I stretch and let out a disgusting yawn while I roughly rub my eyes with my fingers.
"Well, I was just going to ask if you wanted anything for breakfast. But I guess I'll just let you continue sleeping." He starts closing the door, teasing me.
My eyes widen. "Wait!" He turns back around with a smirk plastered on his face. "What's for breakfast." I intensely stare at him with my crusty morning face and wild hair.
I might've made him a bit too uncomfortable as he scratches the back of his head. "Kellogg's cereal."
what did he sayyy? I heard nothing.
He lets out a small laugh. "Just kidding. Waffles and pancakes." I sigh a breath of relief. Who the fuck eat kElLoGs.
My stomach groans at the sound of the food. "Be down there in 15." And with that, he leaves, closing the door behind him.
My skin leaves the comfy, delicate matters as I make my way to the closet. Hmm, what should I wear today?
My gaze sets upon a small, yellow sundress. "Perfect." I whisper under my breath as I slip off my clothes.
The dress reaches over my head as I carefully slip it on. My feet are quick to make their way to the bathroom to rinse my face and brush my teeth. "119... 120" I speak with the white foam over my mouth.
yes, I do.
I still count.
I quickly rinse out my mouth and head out of the room without looking back, with only one thought on my mind.
food.
As I walk past the halls, I spot the guard that started chasing me. "Hey." I smirk, giving him the Debby Ryan face. I notice him recognize me as his eyes widen which proceeds by him him rolling his eyes.
god do I love annoying people.
The sound of chatter fills my ears as I approach the large dining area. My small figure walks in, staring at the food on the table.
I feel a pair of hard eyes on me as I look around to see who it is. Michael was staring at me with such intense force, my face started warming up.
My eyes crawl up his body, eyeing the different clothes he wore than the usual; grey sweats and a white tee. His face was cleanly shaved as I noticed some more of his tattoos crawling up the side of his neck.
I walk towards the table, approaching the open seat next to him, beside the head of the table. But before I even got the chance to take two steps, I hear a familiar voice dart my attention. "Cora! Honey, are you okay?!" Elena rushes towards me with her arms wide open.
The impact of her hug pushes me a few inches back as I return the gesture. "Hey, Elena." I whisper into her hair. "Oh god, I'm so glad your okay." She lets herself out of the grip as she grabs the side of my face and strokes my hair continuously.
"Im okay, I promise." I give her a small smile, closing my eyes. I didn't want her worrying about anything. She's been nothing but kind to me.
She stares at me with such soft eyes. "Let's go get some breakfast." "Yeah." I reply.
As I tear my gaze away from Elena's, my eyes once again meet Michael's. He has a soft smile on his face as he looks back and forth between Elena and I. At least I get along with his mom. I mentally roll my eyes, smiling.
My legs stride over the open seat beside Michael, while Lucas sits in front of me, and Elena beside me. Strong cologne from the two men was the only thing you could smell, outdoing the food.
"Can't you tell your people to not make the floor so fucking slippery." A voice from the entrance of the dining area makes us all turn our heads. She was holding her head with a frown on her face.
She was absolutely gorgeous with wavy, jet black hair that reached her shoulders. She looked to be about 5'5 or 5'6 and was wearing a pair of straight-legged jeans and a cropped top. One thing I noticed was how dangerously similar her and Michael's eyes were.
Michael awkwardly coughs. "Meet my sister, Mia."
sister, huh?
I politely smile at her, as she returns the gesture, walking towards the seat beside Lucas. "Yeah, because I tell them to make the floors purposely slippery." Michael rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, then get some goddamn sandpaper and start scrubbing the floors." Mia snaps back. "Who do you think I am? Fucking Cinderella?"
I like her already.
My eyes awkwardly glance between Mia and Michael, as I chew my food, staring at my plate, frankly enjoying their 'sibling convo'.
"Well yes, actually you are, because remember that one time-" "Don't." Michael interrupts, his face growing serious.
Mia lets out a hearty laugh. "Oh, come on big bro." She teases as she turns to me. "One time, when Michael was 8, he put on my cinderella halloween costume, went outside, and stole some random lady's shoe-" The laugh I tried so hard to hold in, bursts.
"-like just took it?" I grew more intrigued. "Oh yeah, you should've seen her face. May she rest in peace with the loss of that shoe." Her eyes looks like she just saw something unbelievable.
My face turns to Michael, whose sitting there with his lips pressed in a firm line; clearly not impressed. "And then-" Mia begins.
"-okay, that's enough." Michael breaks up the conversation. A smile erupts my face.
'I'll tell you later' she mouths at me.
"No you won't." He looks at Mia. "Or what? Your gonna steal my shoe? How's a big chunky air force for Cinderella?" She coos.
"Run." is all he says before Mia gets up, darting out the room, Michael following. A small giggle escapes my mouth as I take in another bite of my pancake.
I missed having breakfasts like this; but not anymore, this felt just like the others ones. "Okay then..." Lucas awkwardly coughs out.
"How old is Mia?" I inquire with a mouthful of food. "23." he says with his cutlery clinking against the plate.
Our attention is all drawn to Michael and Mia jogging back to their seats. Mia looks clearly out of breath, gasping for air. I mentally laugh.
"Cora, do you have any plans for today?" Mia asks, lowering herself onto her seat.
I could feel Michael's hard eyes on me but I didn't care about what he wanted me to say. "No, I don't." I answer back.
"Okay that's great. Wanna watch a movie?" She raises and eyebrow. "Umm hell yeah, my room." I exclaim. It's been a over a month since i've hung out, and it feels nice to once in a while.
We have Mia call in the waiters to take our plates as we hop out of our seats. 'have fun' Elena mouths, rolling her shoulders back as she smirks. I let out a small laugh as I tuck a loose curl behind my ear
god, I love her.
We walk the halls, making our way up to my room. "I have to go quickly do something, meet you up there?" She stops. "Yeah." I breath out.
My feet continue to walk, eventually making themselves up the stairs, stopping at the entrance of my room. But before I even get the chance to enter my room, I hear Michael's voice call out my name. "Ms. Evans."
I turn around, now facing his 6'4 massive physique. "You can call me Cora. Ms. Evans sounds too... bland."
"You do realize Ms. Evans, the only reason I call you that is because you don't like it." He displayed that nasty smirk on his face.
"Alright then, Mr. Russo, what help can I provide you with." I cross my arms. "Come with me." I follow him through the halls as we reach tall, oak double doors.
"This is my office." He pushes the doors open to reveal a big desk for his workspace in the middle. On the side is a coffee table and a couch; and on the other side is a cabinet full of alcohol.
"Sit." he gestures downwards as he goes into his massive chair on the opposite end of the table.
"Yes?" I break the silence, lowering myself down on the seat.
"Well..." For the first time, I saw hesitance in his eyes. I could tell he tried to hide it quickly. "Turns out I just go lucky." He finishes. I raise an eyebrow.
"Why do you think I brought you here, in Italy, with my family, at my place." He places his elbows on the desk, clamping his hands together.
"So like why you kidnapped me?" I eye him.
cuz im a fine chick.
I cough, as I cross my legs, trying to think. "I don't know, actually." I answer, finally giving up. "I kidnapped you, because you owe me a lot of money." He take a bottle of lotion and rubs some into his hands.
Anger and confusion clouds my eyes. "Money? I owe you money?! Bullshit." I spit, slamming my hands on the table. "Get on the table." His voice drops and octave.
"No." I let out in a disgusted tone as I cross my arms. "Get on the fucking table." He raises his voice causing me to flinch back as I make my way up on the table.
He lets out a deep chuckle. "Good girl." His body leaves his chair as he approaches the other end of the table, where I sit. A deep sigh with a smirk escapes him as he grabs a chair from the side, turning it around and sitting in it, facing me. His arms rest on the back of the chair as he places his head down, eyeing my body.
"Good." He enunciated. "Now play with yourself."
"What?" Confusion swallows my face. "Or do you want me to do it for you?" He gets up from his seat. His immense body hovers over me as he reaches closer, towering me.
oh no.