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I aimlessly wandered around the mansion for days, exploring unlocked rooms. I know, creepy, but I have nothing better to do. Besides dealing with Stefano being an ass. Whenever I worry about him, he immediately tells me to fuck off or says other things. I don't understand him. That man seriously needs to learn how to love again or at least care for someone.

I pursed my lips, this is the fifth time I've explored the mansion. I'm still finding new halls and rooms. When I came across a dark hall, I noticed a large door at the end. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to ignore my curiosity. However, I quickly lost the inner battle.

I slowly walked through the hall, frowning at the dusty paintings. Once I reached the large door, I slowly opened it. I was shocked by the scene before me.

Stefano was sound asleep in a large bed, his arm hung off the bed, limply holding a vodka bottle. I frowned as I took a step forward, concerned about his well being. When I got close enough, I gently took the bottle from his hand.

"Why are you in here?" He suddenly demanded, his eyes shining with annoyance.

I bit my lip, "I got curious."

"So, you walk into my room and take my vodka?"

"Yes?"

He sighed and sat up, "Leave. Please."

"Are you okay?" I asked, ignoring him.

"I will be once you leave." He growled.

I raised an eyebrow, "You don't have to be an ass."

"It's the only language you seem to understand." He retorted.

I narrowed my eyes before storming out of his room. I show I'm worried and he acts like a jerk. I shook my head, why is he so against having people worry for him?

I returned to my adventure of exploring the mansion, admiring the beauty of it. Some halls were unused, dusty, and extremely quiet. A few of the rooms had boxes filled with junk, just sitting on the ground, collecting dust. I had the urge to clean those rooms out, but I have a feeling Stefano wouldn't like that.

I sighed as I sat in the kitchen, glancing at the tv. My hand itched to turn it on and see if Angelo is searching for me. For the past five days I've been hiding in this house, refusing to talk to anyone.

The only person who knows where I am is Jade. Every now and then she would call and give me a few updates about things. Apparently, my father has been trying to get in contact with me. Bastard.

I was dragged away from my thoughts when a young woman walked in. She was wearing a rather slutty maid outfit, her boobs were practically falling out and so was her ass. I raised an eyebrow, I have a feeling she's more than just a maid to Stefano.

When her eyes landed on me, she froze mid-step and narrowed her eyes. I sighed, already knowing what she's going to say.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Well, I did imagine she would use hell instead of fuck. Oh well.

I plastered on a fake smile and got up, a plan forming in my head.

"Stefano's girlfriend, you?" I asked nicely.

Her eyes widened, "Girlfriend?"

"Yes, I believe that is what I said. I don't like repeating myself, no name."

"Well, you should know how much of a cheater your boyfriend is."

"Oh, should I?"

"Yes, he has been fucking me for a month now. All over the mansion." She replied, wearing a smug smile.

I grinned, "Oh, maybe we can be sister wives some day. Have you two tried fucking on the roof? It's amazing."

She gaped at me as I patted her on the shoulder and walked away. I smiled to myself, looks like I found some amusement. I wonder how many more of his hook-ups will fall for my little prank.

"Vienna?" Stefano called from somewhere in the house.

I sighed, "Yes?"

I looked up when my bedroom door was suddenly opened, slamming against the wall.

"Could you be any more dramatic?" I asked, putting my book down.

He leaned against the door frame, folding his arms across his chest.

"Care to explain why my maid was rambeling about a certain someone being my girlfriend and something about having sex on the roof?" He questioned.

I smirked, "I was only messing with her. By the way, you should be careful who you screw. You never know when a walking STD may cum in your life."

He narrowed his eyes, "Was that a pun?"

"My, you actually have a brain." I gasped.

"Stay out of my business, Vienna. Who I fuck is none of your concern, unless...you want me."

I laughed, "If I wanted you, then I would have you by now. Unfortunately for you, I'm not seeking a partner or in your case, a fuck buddy. Especially one who shoves his dick into anyone who spreads her legs for him."

"Unfortunately for me? More like fortunately, why would I want you anyway? You're nothing but a princess who had everything handed to her." He spat.

I glared at him, "Does that include having your father hand you your death sentence?"

He laughed, "Like you know how that is."

"Um...pretty sure my father just left a few days ago to leave me to die here."

"But did he hold a gun against your head?" He seethed.

I rolled my eyes, "I get it, your step daddy tried killing you. Tell me something new for once."

I gasped when he grabbed me by the throat, pinning me against the wall. His eyes held anger in them as he glared at me.

"Stop being a fucking bitch." He snarled.

"When y-you stop being an a-ass." I spat, clawing at his hands.

"I can't help it, cunt. Shall I remind you how my family shunned me at the age of eighteen? For the simple act of protecting my brother."

"W-well that's new."

He clenched his jaw, "You were never abused by your father, Miss. Lace. You don't understand me or my past, acting like a bitch won't help you."

"And ch-choking s-someone won't h-help you."

His eyes widened, he immediately let go, allowing me to crumble to the ground. I gasped and rubbed my throat, blinking away the tears. He knelt down to help me, but I shoved him away.

"Don't touch me." I spat.

He backed up as I climbed to my feet, once I was able to stand, I looked at him.

"I shouldn't have been that rude, but you started it with getting butthurt over a small joke." I whispered.

He swallowed, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't....I just..."

"Listen, for the past five days I've been wandering around this god forsaken house. Teach me how to shoot a damn gun and how to fight so I can move back into my apartment." I snapped.

He nodded, "Okay."

I sighed and looked at my feet, "Please, leave. I don't want you here."

His eyes flashed with immense pain before he quickly masked it. I watched as he scurried from the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

I sighed, he's acting like a hormonal teenager. I frowned, I shouldn't be talking though.

Shaking my head, I grabbed my book and laid on my bed. I couldn't focus though, my mind was still focused on a certain Italian. After a while, I put my book down and walked out of my room.

I searched everywhere for him until I decided to check his room. I swallowed my fear, knowing I needed to make sure he was alright.

I still hate him for strangling me though. Stupid prick will get what's coming for him though.

When I opened his bedroom door, I was met with the scene of him having sex with that maid. My eyes widened, I quickly closed the door.

"Oh my god, I'm scarred for life." I whispered to myself.

I then frowned, "Are boobs even supposed to be that round?"

I slowly looked into my shirt, frowning at my tits. I then looked back at the door with wide eyes.

"I have ugly boobs."

An hour passed before the maid walked into the foyer, wearing her dress backwards. I raised an eyebrow and shook my head.

"I suggest fixing your dress, you'll look like an idiot or an idiotic hooker." I voiced.

She stopped and looked at me, "Why do you care?"

I shrugged, "I don't, I just wanted to call you an idiot. Good night."

"Oh, Stefano told me you weren't his girlfriend." She smirked.

"Oh, he's not. I just wanted to see how gullible you were. Anyways, have a nice night." I grinned before walking away.