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"And who the fuck might you be?" I asked looking at the guy who was sitting all too comfortably in my couch.
That's right. I claimed it even though this is Vittore's penthouse.
"Just chilling love," the imposter answered and that's when I noticed the British tilt in his voice. He even had the audacity to wink one of his deep brown eyes at me. My eyes roamed over how his feet were placed on the coffee table and I scoffed.
"Name?" I asked and the guy grinned.
"King," he simply stated and I still kept my eye on him. His skin was a brown, much much lighter than mine, probably mixed and he had curly hair at the top of his head that was shaved at his sides.
My glaring was immediately put to a halt when a hand landed on my arm and pulled me towards the staircase. It didn't take rocket science to know it was Vittore and once we were up at the top level and out of King's view, he pushed me to the wall and got all up in my personal space.