I woke up to a loud slam. I took my AirPods out and saw my mother walking around to the front of the car. There stood Mr. Lombardi with his hands in the pockets of his slacks.
Speaking of Mr. Lombardi's clothing, he was looking mighty fine in his attire. He had on a nice grey pair of dress pants, a white button down shirt, fancy black shoes and a gold and black Rolex watch.
He was the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on. My mother stood in front of Mr. Lombardi and pointed a finger at him. He rolled his eyes and my mother screamed at him.
Mr. Lombardi tried to avert my mother's gaze by looking everywhere but her. His eyes locked onto mine and he smirked. He walked away from my mother and she stomped her foot in frustration.
Mr. Lombardi came to my door and opened it. He held out his hand for me to take and I just stared at it. He was so beautiful and such a gentleman. "Do you need extra assistance getting out of the car?" He smirked at me.
I stared at his perfectly shaped lips and soft hair, I wanted to run my fingers through his hair. "I guess that's a 'yes'." Mr. Lombardi reached to pick me up but I immediately flinched away.
"No, no. I'm fine, sir, thank you," I muttered. He took a step back and I stepped out of the car. He closed my door for me then looked around the area. He waved over a bodyguard and then started speaking.
"Questa è Vanessa. Lei è la mia principessa Proteggila a tutti i costi. Mostrale la sua stanze e poi portala nel mio ufficio." "Yes, sir," the body guard replied.
Mr. Lombardi went back to my mother and the bodyguard looked at me. He was very handsome, closer to my age, more appropriate. He had brown shaggy, messy hair and bright green eyes. He looked like a trouble maker.
"Well aren't you very beautiful! I'm Jackson, and you are-?" He questioned as he kissed my knuckles. "Uh, Amelia," I answered. He hummed and said, "why do you lie, Vanessa?" I gulped and looked away.
"Anyway, let me show you your room." No more words. We didn't talk at all for the rest of the time. We walked into this HUGE mansion, up one flight of stairs, and down a hallway. We stopped in-front of a door.
"This is your temporary room. You will be in here for a week or two, maybe three, it depends. Would you like to look inside?" I nodded my head and he opened the door for me.
Inside was like a hotel room, but bigger. There was one huge bed, there was a big tv, a personal bathroom, a dresser, a desk with a rolling chair, and a reclining chair. I took off my shoes and walked around in my fuzzy socks.
I looked in the bathroom and it was stocked with supplies. Many bottles of shampoo, conditioner, body wash and hand soap. There were many tooth brushes and tooth pastes. There was every type of feminine product under the sink too.
There was also a patio connected to the far away wall. Behind the curtains I found the sliding doors. I opened the doors and walked outside. I took a deep breath and started to cry.
I couldn't hold it in anymore. My father's death, my mother's outrageous sudden behaviour, and the sudden living arrangements. "Uh, Miss Sanchez. Are you upset about the room?" Jackson asked.
I ignored him and continued to cry. He left the room in a haste. I looked over the balcony and thought. What if I jumped? I grabbed the ledge and started to lift my leg over it. Would anyone care if I was gone? Should I jump?
Why did my mother hate me? Why did my father leave me? Why was I all alone? I was about to lift my other leg when large hands picked me up.
I looked at Mr. Lombardi who was gripping me by my waist. He pulled me to his chest and started caressing the back of my head. I started to cry harder onto his shirt and he just held me tighter.
"Principessa, why would you do something like that?!" He shouted, but not too loud. I shook my head on his chest and continued to cry. "Answer me, principessa," he whispered into my ear.
I looked up into his warm eyes and choked out, "I honestly don't know, sir." He frowned and pulled me back to him. His chest was so hard and it felt nice to be in his arms. I didn't want to leave.
"Would you like something to eat, principessa?" He asked me. I pulled away and looked at him thoughtfully. I started to think and I bit my lip in thought. "Ugh, non farlo, principessa," he grumbled while he pulled my lip out from between my teeth.
I looked at him questionably and he shook his head. "Would you like a grilled cheese? And some tomato soup?" He asked while rubbing my sides. My eyes widened and a smile spread across my face.
That was my favourite meal of all time. I nodded my head eagerly and he chuckled. His laugh was so sexy. "Alright, lets go," he smirked as he picked me up by my waist. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and set my head in the crook of his neck. His hands rested under my thighs, dangerously close to my butt, but I left his hands there. I don't mind.
Mr. Lombardi started walking through my room and opened my door. He walked out of the room and took me down the long hallway. He carried my down the stairs and into another room.
He walked into a nice, fancy kitchen. Everything was so beautiful and expensive. He set my on the kitchen counter, his hands lingering for a while. He slowly removed himself from me and smirked.
"Now, that food."