Heart of the Underage by Astrid R (best historical biographies .TXT) 📖

like no one was inside the room. I looked up to the guys, we all looking at Carlo waiting for his answer.

Let’s see how rich he is.

“Fine.” He finally said, but there was a long pause and I know there was a bad coming after this so I wait. “But, you need to stay here in my condo while you’re my slave. I’ll call my lawyer this afternoon and let you sign a contract as a sign of agreement to my rules.”

“Rules?” I asked, “You have rules?”

He nodded and he quickly pull his phone from his pocket, “You need to pack your things today because you’re starting tomorrow morning.” He said while walking to one of his room.

“Wait… where’s my room?” I asked before he closed his door.

He stopped and looks back at me, “left side of this corner” he pointed his finger near the living room and I didn’t realise that his condo is pretty big. It looks like two flat houses connected together.

I didn’t roam around Carlo’s apartment; instead I walked towards Mitchell and finished the wine that I stole from Carlo’s grasp. “So…I think my problem is solved eh?”

Mitchell smiled at me and he looked around the other guys – which I think Carlo’s friend. “Oh…I’m sorry. Gabby, these are my friends.” Mitchell said pointing to the other guys standing quietly.

I eyed Mitchell suspiciously. I know Mitchell looks like a real hot man because the way he act and he dressed but I know him really deep inside he has a soft heart that even girls can’t beat at it. Oh, and did I tell you that he was into hot guys like this in front of me? Damn…

“Hey, I’m Curt Adrian. Nice to meet you Ms…?” The blonde guy said extending his hand on me and I giggled lightly reaching my hand to shake his.

“Gabriella Snow. But you guys can call me Gabby.” I smiled to the guys and the brown hair guy with moustache extending his hand on me.

“I’m Heath Barry and this is Rocky Foister.” Heath pointed his finger to guy that stood beside him.

I already know that he was flirty because of his action. Winking at me like crazy, but what attract me is his eyes. At first I thought he was blind – a flirty blind – but then I looked closer and closer, then it hit me that he has grey eyes.

Mitchell and I stayed a little bit longer inside Carlo’s apartment talking with the guys, let’s just say getting to know each other and I can tell that Mitchell like it too.

Hours had passed and Mitchell and I said our goodbyes to the guys and drive back home. Mitchell started the engine and looking at me, “You don’t have to get a job Gabby, just tell me if you need anything I’ll give it to you.”

I looked outside the window, I know Mitchell would say this and that’s the thing. I don’t want him to buy me anything; I don’t want to be his burden that’s why I accepted Carlo’s offer.

I didn’t respond and I keep silent until we arrived at Mitchell’s house.

Chapter Eight

Gabriella’s POV

It’s been four hours now since we arrived in Mitchell’s house. Mitch was helping me packing my things and always complaining at how my dresses looks like century ago, at how my undergarments are for old people.

I was a bit offended at that.

For the four hours rolling my eyes to Mitchell’s annoying mouth, finally he zipped his mouth and drags me outside the door with my old black plain t-shirt with my old faded-blue jeans and black thongs. At first, I was excited to where he’s going to take me. You know, Mitchell loves surprises and I always like them. But when he pulled his car to the parking lot and we entered the mall. My heart suddenly drops on the floor and I groan frustratingly for what will happen next.

“Oh come on! You should change your old hag fashion and be a teenage girl once.” Mitchell said rolling his and practically dragging me inside the mall.

I’ve always hated shopping. I swear when I was little my parents always drag me to the shopping centre and dress me into ‘presentable’ fashion. Don’t get me wrong, I love clothes. I really do. But I hated it when my mum or my dad or anyone asked me to try the clothes that they wanted me to wear.

Mitchell grab my hand and pulled me inside of the small shop called ‘Forever 21’ and practically throwing me different styles of clothes in my face and urge me to try them in the fitting room.

“I can’t afford any of this, Mitchell.” I held up the clothes in my hands shoving it in front of Mitchell’s face.

Mitchell didn’t look at me and wave his hand as if my excuse was nothing but a thin air. “Don’t worry, I’ll buy them all. Now hurry up and get your ass to the fitting room.”

I hesitate for a moment but Mitchell sends me an irritating look and I swear, I almost run outside the shop and scream for help.

I tried everything that Mitchell want me to try on and I tell ya, Mitchell has a pretty good taste when it comes to fashion. Everything that he picked was fit on my body perfectly and for the first time of my life, I looked like a model.

We remained like this for a couple of hours. Entering and exiting to each shop that Mitchell likes. He even pushed me inside in Victoria Secret and slapped me a G-string on my face. The cashier who was a guy looked at me with amusement while my face becoming a tomato.

I know it was embarrassing.

We got out of the mall at 3:15 in the afternoon. Mitchell drove back to his house to get my things and we drove to Carlo’s apartment – where my new home is.

Silence was our best friend the whole ride to Carlo’s apartment. I know Mitchell was sad that I was living with Carlo and he will be alone in his house again.

“But you’re always welcome to visit me in Carlo’s apartment, you know.” I said flashing him a smile but Mitchell’s face was still frowning and focus on the steps inside Carlo’s condo.

“I know, but what if Carlo doesn’t like anyone to visit you? What if he will declare that you’re not allowed to have a visitor?” Mitchell’s voice was full of sadness and I almost kick him in the butt and told him to stop being a drama queen.

But instead I sighed loudly and stop on my track. I looked him in the eye and hold both of his hands. “There’s no way in hell that he would do that to me. He isn’t my owner and I accept this job – which is your idea – so that I can live my life and save up some money.” I said and give his hand a squeeze.

I realised that the two security guards that I encounter earlier that followed me inside Carlo’s room was looking at me like I was a freaking MILF that would blow up the whole city for fun.

I return their blazing gazes and growled at them like a freaking werewolf. Shock was spread all over their faces and frightened expression followed. They averted their eyes away from mine and smile creep into my lips. I walked past them with Mitchell beside me and I never break the firing stare to the guards and I saw both of them shifted their feet uncomfortably.

I laughed like an evil person that was possessed by a devil. Mitchell was looking at me like I was crazy that has escaped the mental hospital. “What was that about?” Mitchell questioned and I just smiled and acting like an innocent.

“Nuffin…” I joyfully said and as soon as I saw Carlo’s apartment door my heart started to beat really fast and I felt my body’s shaken.

Mitchell looked at me and worried was spread on his adorable face. “Are you okay, Gabby?” he asked and I shook my head.

I was terrified. What if Carlo was a murderer? What if he was a rapist and kills me after and put my body inside the sack and trow me in the river? Oh, god I hope not. I’m not ready to die yet.

Mitchell looked at me, probably saw my shivering situation. “Are you okay?” he asked for a second time and before I could answer the door swung open and Carlo stood by in the entrance raising an eye brow towards us.

He’s tall figure and his slightly beard on his jawline make him look more mature. He was wearing dark blue button down shirt and black denim jeans which perfectly match with his leathered combat boots. He absolutely looked so…handsome and sexy.

I looked up to meet his smirking face, “Done checking?” he winked at me and I felt my heart started pounding, like I was risen from death.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I stood up straight and looking him up and down again before I snorted. “Yea right, only when the hell turns into ice.” I said smugly as I walked past him entering his apartment – which is now my new house.

I thought he already left considering the way he was looking on her phone with hurry but he followed me inside and looking at me with a scowl on his godly face.

“What are you doing?” Carlo asked and Mitchell soon entered Carlo’s apartment and putting down my luggage.

I turned my back at him and raised an eyebrow, “Are you seriously asking me that question?” I asked and he nodded keeping his face into a tight straight line. “I’m living her.” I finished with a duh tone in my voice.

I saw Mitchell standing uncomfortably on the side near the couch, looking down on the floor like he just saw a hot guy down there.

I think Carlo lost her memory about what happened earlier and snapped his fingers like her amnesia disappeared and his lost memory was back. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest.

“Oh… yea, that’s right. Gabriella Snow, the annoying chick,” he said looking at me checking me up and down, “and my new maid.” He finished with a wink and this time I didn’t feel happy or become crazy that every girls did when they saw this model in front of me; instead I felt disgusted and I urge myself not to strangle him.

There was an awkward silence between us and Carlo cleared his throat looking towards Mitchell who lay down on Carlo’s sofa. “I see… you’re here as well.” He said.

I rolled my eyes, couldn’t he be more obvious?

He checked on his watch again that was placed on his wrist and he tap the glass on it, “I really need to go, I’m already late.” He said looking at me, “Oh and this is your key of my apartment.” He handed me the key and I raised my eyebrow at him.

“Then how can you open the door if you don’t have a key?” I asked and he smiled.

“I have one in my pocket.” He tapped his jean pocket and he started walking towards the door. “Bye, see