Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Meeting Mr Rovere
Freak, Freak Freak Freak, FREAKING HECK. I do not want to be fired on my first day! I hop around the room trying my best to get the bloody sock on my foot but since I don't have time and probably because life hates me, I slip on my shirt from yesterday and fall on my butt, groaning. I pull the sock on with a few curse words under my breath, ultimately annoyed. I push myself up after pulling the shirt from under my foot and throwing it to the pile in the corner, rushing to the white Ikea wardrobe that held my clothes, pulling out a T-Shirt and running out the door.
Meghan looks up from her phone that she is suspiciously smiling at, hah I'll ask her about that later, and makes a weird face at me from her spot on the counter between the living room and the kitchen.
"Where are you going like THAT?" She says as I look around for my car key, not paying attention to her as I reply.
"Going to pick up the prickly dick! My boss!!!! AHHHH" A whine, finally finding the key and jumping around in a little "Hoorah!" Dance.
"Huh. I didn't take you for a guy like that. Tsk Tsk Tsk" She says in a dramatic and mocking tone, a mischievous grin on her face as she tilts her head at me.
"Huh? What do you mean?" I ask in confusion, she then points down at me.
"You're not wearing pants, Addy." She bursts out laughing, I squeak and run back into my room, hearing her yell from the kitchen as I make it upstairs "I'm coming too!!"
I quickly change into pants and run down, to see Meghan with her shoes on in her pajamas still. "You can't come! I'm going to pick my Boss up!"
"Well, then. Remember to pick up some pads for me, or maybe tampons. Wait, Get Pads, they are more sanitary, make sure they are the ultra-thin and extra absor-"
"STOP STOP STOP STOPPPPPP!!! YOU CAN COME!!" I yell, putting my hands up to my ears, WOMEN NEED BOUNDARIES. "Just wear something else fast, we're going to be late and I will get fired!!! It's my boss we're going to get!!"
She quickly runs into her room with a "You should have told me earlier!"
"I DID!!!" I say WOMEN ARE WEIRD.
"WELL, EXCUSE ME, MR NO PANTS. I WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION TO YOUR WORDS, JUST THE WATERMELON BOXERS, YOU BABY" She yells before running out of the room to the front door.
"Touche," I say with a pout and run after her to the car, "We quickly screech down the partially empty roads, trying to make it in time without getting jailed!
"TAKE A TURN, WE SHOULD TAKE THE SHORTCUT!" Meghan points to the map and I peek at the phone to see.
"I don't know the way!!" I whine at her
"THAT'S WHY WE HAVE GOOGLE, YOU BIG BUTTFACE BABY!" She screams and I take a hard turn towards the shortcut that google shows.
" THAT'S NOT NICE, YOU PUFFY-EYED MONKEY!!"
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Well, I can tell you one thing... That shortcut was not very short. We took the turn too soon and well, turns out New York is more complicated when you don't follow the main roads. We somehow ended up in an ally after 20 minutes and had to ask a Homeless person for help, they took 10 Dollars and pointed us in the right direction. In total, I'm 35 minutes late.
"It's your fault!!!!!!!"
"Do we have to talk about fault?" she says with an innocent little puppy-faced grin. "We need to hurry, ya'know!"
I huff and jump out of the car as soon as we screech into a parking spot that another car was about to move into. I run towards the airport at full speed, not giving a frick about any of the dumb cussing, or even about the cars stopping in their tracks not to hit me.
Look, I am not getting fired! He may be a big buttfaced Monkey, A Beautiful Buttfaced Monkey. Shut up mind, but I CANNOT LOSE THIS JOB!!!!!!! The anxiety at the Idea makes my heart race and my cheeks flush as I look around for those black locks and green eyes. Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh Boy... I'm SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO DEAD. He will KILL ME. HE WILL-
My eyes land on the back profile of a person sitting on one of the lounge chairs for VIPs and as I get close, I see Mr Rovere with a file in his hand. Of course, he's working. That's what cold-blooded satanists do out of free will at 3-FREAKING-AM. I feel my eyes staring at him, I stop just some meters away from him, my eyes following him from his feet up those muscular legs, to the folded jacket in his lap with a white tight shirt clinging against his broad chest, you can tell what's underneath is better than anything you have ever seen, however as my heart starts to race, moving up over his body, it completely stops as my eyes landed on this man's eyes. Now, staring right back at me, I swallow as my lips dry up. I should stop. He may be freaking pretty but... but I've seen better!!!
Where? Please enlighten me. My mind interjects and I curse at it.
I'm sure everyone stares at him like this, I need to stop embarrassing myself.
Does he stare at everyone like that? My mind quips up and I shake my head, clearing my throat and looking away, NOW IS NOT THE TIME.
"Apologies for being late, Mr Rovere. There was an issue on the road." I say, being professional and not a perv. He nods and stands up, pushing his luggage towards me and turning towards the exit, without a single word from those cold lips, RUDE. I see the fireball called Meghan going towards him from beside me with a glare and I quickly grab the back of her shirt, pulling her back.
"That's my boss, behave" I whisper as we follow him further behind.
"He needs a piece of my mind." She huffs, continuing to glare.
"Heh, he pays for your new school with your girlfriend, you sure you want to poke that beast?" I say, with a raised eyebrow. Her eyes widen before she grins at me with her usual Suck-up face and grabs one of the bags from the luggage, carrying it. "That's what I thought," I grumble and follow behind towards the exit. I lead them from the outside towards the car and the whole time, the man is looking at his work tablet. Once we reach I open the car with my keychain and huff, putting the luggage in the trunk.
"Oh my lord, is he a girl? How much did he pack!?!" Meghan grumbles, pushing the heavy bag into the trunk. Mr Rovere finally notices her and raises an eyebrow in Question.
"Who is this?" His words are still as cold as ever and to the point.
"She's my sister, sir," I say, He nods and just goes to the front sitting in the passenger seat.
"What crawled up his butt and died?" Meghan grumbles and stomps to the back seat. Periods. I blame periods. She's nicer normally. I'll feed the beast chocolates, it will stop breathing fire and it will go to sleep. Job saved.
We get out of the airport in silence before Meghan decides to use the remote and play my list... You guessed it.
"...-SA
Yeah, it's a party in the USA
Get to the club in my taxi cab
Everybody's looking at me now
Like, "who's that chick, that's rockin' kicks?
She's gotta be from out of town"
So hard with my girls not around me
It's definitely not a Nashville party
'Cause all I see are stilettos
I guess I never got the memo
My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous
That's when the DJ dropped my favourite tune
And a Britney song was on
And a Britney song was on
And a Britney song was on-"
Meghan bursts out laughing, "What is with your music playlist? What are you? 12?" I become beat red and slam it off. Mr Rovere clears his throat, however, I can hear him trying to hold back the laugh. I become even redder, I wish the earth would swallow me whole, this is the worst. Why am I like this? Why Why Why? Why couldn't it be one of the rock songs on my driving list? WHY THIS?
After a while, Mr Rovere turns to look inside, "Why is your younger sister here? In the middle of the night to pick your boss up from the airport?"
"She needs a few things from the store on the way back," I say, avoiding his burning gaze on the side of my face.
"You could not get them?" He says, raising an eyebrow.
"Tampons or pads. It's a dilemma, not one that either of you can fix, I'm assuming. Big bro sure as heck can't So, I'm here!" Meghan says from the back "Unless you want to go buy me pads, Mr Bossman." I cough and flush up, facepalming, mentally.
Mr Rovere clears his throat and looks forward. "Ah, that's alright. It seems your presence was necessary. Ahem.. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss. Little Sister."
We arrive at the Tesco close by and Meghan jumps out, coming to my window with a palm out for the money "I need Moniiiiiis. Also, do you want anything????"
I hand her the money with my thoughts going to snacks, "Hmm, Okay get me a big apple juice, chocolate wispas, chocolate brownies, chocolate cookies, chocolate pokie and-"
"Chocolate Buttons, Addy?"
"Yes." I grin at her, looking out the window with the puppy face. I know it's a lot of chocolate but I will just have to exercise more.
"And I'm the one on periods." Meghan rolls her eyes and walks to the Tesco, shaking her head. I huff and poke my tongue out at her, rolling my eyes to the other side of the car, just to find Mr Rovere looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I flush up and clear my throat, his green eyes pierce into my black ones and I sit up straight, he smirks.
"Sweet Tooth, Mr Fane?" He asked, I felt my ears become red from embarrassment and I looked away at the window. I could see him looking at me through the reflection and our eyes met, for a brief second I could see a golden spark in his eyes, it was the same as his office but the feeling was different, it made me squirm. I saw the golden sparkle become bigger and gasped, turning around, to see his normal emerald eyes staring into mine in close proximity. I feel his breath brush against my face and I blink up at him, unable to move as my lips part to ask him about the colour of his eyes.
"Y-Your... Ey-"
WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE,
It's all FUN AND GAMES!
We got everything you want!
Honey we-
My phone blares and I jump back as if becoming aware of my surroundings, Mr Rovere doesn't move but I fumble and answer my phone.
"H-...Hello.." I ask, a little out of it, WHAT WAS HE DOING TO ME, WHAT IS THIS? WHY IS HE LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!?!? He's just a guy... Just a guy!! A guy that looks like he is about to eat me up... AHH I mean, just a guy. I need to stop!!
"Hey, Addy? They are out of Chocolate buttons, what else do you need?" Meg says over the phone and I clear my throat.
"Oh... Get me chocolate chip Ice cream!" I say, I need the ice cream, I really need the ice cream. It's suddenly 200 Degrees in New york.
It's not the weather, it's you.
Mind, will you shut up?
No
Oh.
"Okay, Got it I want some tooooooo LET'S GET TWO TUBS!"
"Wait, Me-" She cuts the call before I can say anything and my jaw drops, I sigh and shake my head at my animalistic little sister.
"Cute. Your sister that is." I hear Mr Rovere say, I look at him with narrow eyes and pout.
"She's only 16, You animal!" I scoff, and he looks at me with narrow eyes.
"I meant as a little sister, I have one of my own. She's only 15 but quite a handful, just moved to new york a few months ago after having a fit. She came to stay with me." He says, his eyes becoming softer, the coldness melting just a fraction as he talks about his sister... I almost feel... A tinge of jealousy but I shake it away.
"My sister is a good kid, a little grumpy at times, but a good girl. Although, she is very adamant about attending Frontford Ox High School. Not that it will be tough with her grades." I feel him stiffen at the name of the school and his eye twitches just a fraction... wtf?
"Nothing, I was just thinking about my sister. She's not like normal children, she is quite caring and a little naive. An adventurous girl though will argue your head off." He says, his tone sounds, and I raise an eyebrow. SISTER COMPLEX!! I hold back a chuckle at the thought What is he? Five? Who does that? "Though, I do have a question... What is your sister's name?"
"Meghan," I say, sheepishly. Suddenly, Mr Rovere looked at me with a fierce expression, his eyes having an understanding in them.
"Ah. So, the full name is Meghan Fane? Am I right?" He asks, coldly.
"Ah yes, why?" I say putting an emphasis on why.
"Nothing, it just sounded eerily familiar. So, What is Meghan like? My own sister is not spoiled at all, she's actually quite well-behaved. She is on top of her class and independent." He says, looking at me with an icy look, completely betraying his words... Was he comparing Meghan and His sister? AGAIN, HOW OLD IS HE? 5?
"Meghan is not spoiled either, she is actually quite a mature and smart kid. She would never ask anyone for anything except me. She never depends on anyone except me either. I guess that can't be helped. It's not like she could enjoy being a child."
"What do you mean?" he asks curiously. His eyebrow arching up just a fraction. I remember my parents and everything that happened to Meghan, anger bubbling up inside me in a moment.
"That's personal, it's none of your business." I snap and look away, I can feel him shift behind me and I sigh...
We both sit in silence for a minute or two before I take a peek at him... He looks deep in thought. Maybe I was too rude... He was just asking because I mentioned something...
"Sorry," We both say at the same time, he looks at me and our eyes meet again. I feel my heart skip a beat. I try to look away but his eyes dare me to. I feel as if something inside me keeps me from moving. I swallow as my body slowly inches forward, I feel my heart beating faster as my chest tingles from a weird emotion I've never experienced... What is this? Someone help!! I... I don't know...
"I...I was rude.." I managed to get out as my throat dried up.
"So was I." His voice was as domineering as ever.
He looks so mesmerising... It's 3 am and Lorenzo Della Rovere sat in a suit, his coat off and shirt relieved of the first few buttons to let his chest peak, I feel unable to look away as he closes in. It feels like looking at this magnificent piece of art, following the curve of his jawline, taking in his lips, and most of all, those eyes. His emerald eyes seemed to stare at mine as I took in every inch of his being. I gasp as my back suddenly hits the cold door behind me, I didn't even notice that I had moved. I look up as his arm suddenly presses next to my body against the door.
"BEEEEEEP" A car horn went off, slashing the silent night. I jump, breaking the trance and I can see the same thing happening to him as he leans back, blinking a few times. I flush up, I felt like I had done something wrong like I had touched a piece of art in a museum that I wasn't supposed to. It made my heart race and I bite my lip, looking away to avoid his gaze.
He was handsome, so he must be used to people staring at him right? Right? Yeah. That's what I thought.
Did he always stare like that at the people who stared at him?
Did he?
I'm pulled out of my thoughts with a throat being cleared and I look up at Mr Rovere who looks at me with his usual expressionless face and says "Get me a can of soda and something to eat, Mr Fane"
Huh?
"Huh? Meg just came out! Couldn't you say so before?" I gap at him, before huffing. What an Insufferable, Handsome Handsome Jerk.
"I wasn't hungry before but your big appetite has made me hungry." His cold expression soon melts into a smirk... before he leans forwards towards me and whispers into my ear. "Won't you get it for me, Big Brother~"
I flush up and quickly get out of the car, running past Meghan to go to the store. However, as my luck would have it, I literally headbutt into the sliding doors and groan, rubbing my forehead. I don't turn around, knowing both idiots judging me as I run inside the store.
I come out in 5 to 10 minutes with a cola and some snacks in my hand, before I see inside the car, where Mr Rovere and Meghan seem to be having a heated discussion. I open the car door and all I hear is.
"I'll tell him when I fee-" Meghan shuts up and leans back into the back seat. I sit inside, hand him his food and put my seatbelt back on. Looking at them both.
"Tell who, What?" I ask them, tilting my head and looking at them suspiciously.
"That, I am Inviting both of you over for a dinner celebration at my house for dinner with My sister and I."
"Okay."
"No!"
Meghan and I say at the same time, her being the latter and mine the first. I look at her with confusion.
"Why is that Meghan?" Asks Mr Rovere with a knowing smirk... I raise an eyebrow at Meghan for an answer.
"Well... I'm on my third day of Periods! In so much pain! Can't come." She says, dramatically putting her hands on her stomach.
"Oh, we can have dinner on Wednesday, that way you will have enough time to Heal. After work, you can come to my house for a late dinner at 9 PM." Mr Rovere says to me, I look away and nod. Unable to hold any eye contact with him anymore.
"Sounds, good."
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