Heart of the Underage by Astrid R (mobi ebook reader txt) 📕

I remembered the small paper that I’ve seen after our small encounter and I hurriedly get my bag inside the closet and pulled the paper out. Small business card with a name and a number on it was written in the front of the small paper. I read the name and it says, ‘Carlo Ferrero’ and I quickly Google him through my iPhone 4s.

Yes, I do have iPhone 4s. Before I escaped and separated from my family, I bring some of my important things with me and walked out of the house. I tried my best to not be tempted of selling it to just stay alive in this world.

The screen flashed open and as soon as I finished typing his name, a hot sexy guy appeared in the screen. His smile was genuine and perfect that reached on his high cheek bone. I can’t point a figure in his eyes yet, in the screen it looks like dark brown. I scrolled down on my phone screen and read his data.

He was from Milan the second largest City in Italy and the capital of Lombardy. I scrolled down again and saw some of his job. I read it out loud, “Business Manager of Victoria Secret,” I chuckled reading his job. “Victoria secret… Hahaha… What a gay!” I talked with myself inside my room.

I scrolled down again and saw the picture of New York City and when I scrolled down again, I saw his picture with another guy standing in front of the 100 11th Avenue building.

I gasp and quickly stood up from the bed, “I knew this place!” I shouted like a psycho and hurriedly taking a shower.

I’m going to get him! He must pay for yesterday!

I was running down the hall and quickly closed the main front door behind me and run down the driveway, looking for Mitchell.

“Where are you going?” Mitchell asked behind me and I jumped up facing him holding my defence position.

I sighed and calm myself down. My breathing was wild and I feel exhaustion just for running inside the house. “I was looking for you.” I said between my heavy breathing.

Mitchell was looking at me with amusement. “Okay.” He paused, “I’m here sweetheart. Now what can I do for you? Do you need money for your lunch?” He asked and started pulling out his wallet from his pocket.

I stopped his hands and shook my head, “No, no, no! I don’t need money for my lunch. I can cook myself with your stuff inside the house.” I said pointing my thumb to the door.

He keeps looking at me waiting for my next sentence and I take a big breath before saying, “Canyougivemearide?” I said in one breath and he narrowed his eyebrow.

“Umm… What was that?” He asked blinking twice and I smiled a little.

Oh, how I love this girl!

I walked closed towards him and holding both of his hands. “I know that you are a busy young lady and I know you’re going to be late soon,” I looked down on my old faded gold citizen watch that placed down on my wrist. “But can you give me a ride to the 100 11th Avenue?” I begged looking back to him and I tried my very best that my puppy eyes would work.

He looked down on his watch and sighed in surrender. “Fine, now hurry and change your clothes because I’m going to be late.” He instructed and walked to his old Pagani Zonda C12 F car and jumped in the drive seat.

I didn’t go back to my room instead I jumped beside him inside his car as well. He stared at me for a moment and then raised his eyebrow, “That’s your clothes?” he check me up and down and the corner of his mouth twisted in disgust.

I was offended a little and playfully punched him in the side, “Hey, don’t look at me like that!” I scowled and he put his hands up in the air.

“I’m not.” He denied, “I’m just… I don’t know. Where are your sexy fashion way? The Gabriella Snow famous looks way from Calabasas, California?” He started his engine and away to the window.

“Come on, that’s not me anymore! I don’t have life like that since 3 months ago and besides I don’t have money to buy some fancy dresses.” I mumbled wondering my eyes of the lovely NYC view.

“You know what, I have a day off tomorrow and I am tired wearing my old clothes, do you want to come with me doing some shopping tomorrow? I’ll buy you some?” He offered and my eyes were averted from looking in the window and dragged it to where Mitchell sat and watching the road.

He took a quick glance to me and winked. “Are you serious? How can I pay you back? You know that I don’t have a job anymore right?” I knitted my eyebrow and scrunched my nose up.

He laughed and shook his head, “Of course. I am absolutely aware of your situation sweetheart and I didn’t say that you need to pay me back, you little cheeky!” He pinches my cheek and we both laugh at each other.

Mitchell parked his car near the 100 11th Avenue building and I jumped out of his car. “Thanks for-…” I stopped and looked towards Mitchell jumping out of his car as well. “What are you doing?” I asked raising my eyebrow and place my hand on my hips.

He laugh, the laugh that every girls’ think that he’s the one. “Oh god, you look like my mother, Gabby.” He walked towards me and he intertwined his arms with mine. “I have my business meeting inside this building.” He motioned his hand to the 100 11th Avenue building, “What is your business in here anyway?” he asked looking at me with accusation.

I shifted a little and started scratching my arm like it was itchy. “Oh, me? Nothing! I’m just going to visit an old friend of mine.” I smiled weakly and he looked at me once more before sighing and looking down on his watch.

“Hmmm… Okay! Be careful, okay?” I nodded, “And call me if you’re done visiting your old friend.” He emphasises the word visiting and old friend.

I smiled guiltily and he kissed my forehead before walking inside the building. As soon as his presence was gone, I hurriedly walked towards the reception area and pulled out the small paper from my hand.

“I am looking for this person.” I said to the tall petite ginger lady and she checked my look from head to toe.

I waited impatiently for her judgemental attitude before looking back to my eyes, “Where is your invitation?” she asked and my blood boiled.

I punched down my fist in the cold steel table and she flinched looking at me with horror. “Give me the room number of this fucking guy before you’re regretting your bitchy attitude.” I growled and the people who stood next to me were shaking looking at me like I’m a freaking werewolf.

She typed through the computer key board with her shaking fingers and as soon as the number spilled out of her mouth, I quickly headed towards the elevator.

Carlo’s POV

“Hey want a drink?” I asked Curt sat on the couch and spreading his legs in my coffee table. “Get off your feet on my coffee table!” I scolded and he held his hands up in mock surrender.

“Where is Mitchell?” Heath asked.

“I don’t know. But I called him last night that we have a business meeting today.” I explained and Rocky nodded.

“He’s always late.” Rocky added and I just keep silent.

Curt, Heath, Rocky and Mitchell are my best friends. I’ve known Mitchell first 13 years ago. Our father were best friends and so as Mitchell and I. Every year they went to our house for vacation in Milan, Italy.

Curt is a bit jerk sometimes. I’ve known him in Paris when I did my modelling in Calvin Klein and he was one of the models as well.  My father owned the Calvin Klein Company in Paris and Curt’s father is my father’s right hand in Calvin Klein’s business.

Heath, well, he’s my cousin. I’m Italian yes, but not entirely. My mother was a beautiful Australian-American woman and my dad was Italian. Heath is my cousin in my mum’s side.

And then Rocky – the most player and fucker in our little group; he was the friendly one when it comes to girls and the funny one. But he always get annoyed to girl’s who has big mouth.

All of us we’re 28 years old, well, except for Mitchell. He’s the youngest in our group and all of us are sons’ of business man or owned some businesses.

The door clicked open and all of us turned to the entrance door, “I’m sorry guys, I’m late.” Mitchell started removing his coat. “Did you guys started yet?” he asked and Curt answered him before I could.

“Nah, we’re just having coffee. Do you want some?”

“Yes, please.” And Curt poured a coffee to the mug.

 We sat on my kitchen table and I started discussing about the audition that I am going to launch next week. “I really don’t know what I would do to make the product more attractive to buyers’ eyes.” I sighed, like it was the biggest problem that I’ve ever had in my entire life.

“I have a suggestion,” Mitchell said and all of us looked at him. He always had good suggestions. “How about you launch an audition for underage girls to do the modelling?” he excitedly suggests.

“Hell yea, I’m pretty sure young girls would love the products and we all know that underage girls now were acting more mature than women.” Heath added.

I groaned in frustration and slide my hand on my hair, “You do remember that I hate underage people right?”

Curt stood up from his seat and walked towards me, “Of course Mr Ferrero. We do remember that you hate underage hotness.” They all laughed and I rolled my eyes to them.

I used this a lot when I am frustrated. I know…

“Anyways, I have a feeling that you don’t hate underage.” Rocky blurted out.

I raised