My eyes snap open due to the sharp sun rays burning into my eyelids. I didn't close my blinds last night so the burning sun took advantage of that.

I pat around my bed for my phone and find it near my foot. I pull it out from underneath the covers and press the power button.

The dimly lit screen lights up and I squint to look at the time.

My eyes widen a bit when I see that the time reads exactly two o'clock in the afternoon. I groan as I place my phone on my stomach.

My body is still tired and it's definitely because I slept for too long.

Any sane person loves sleeping, but too much sleep is tiring.

I have a mild headache and my throat is a bit dry. My muscles feel numb and tired from the sleep. I'm even overheating because of the amount of blankets I have on my body right now.

It took me a couple of hours to fall asleep last night and when I did eventually fall asleep, I began to toss and turn for a couple of hours.

I think I only fell asleep around four in the morning so that might be the reason why I woke up right now. I've been having trouble with sleeping for a while now, but last night was worse than other nights.

I throw my legs out of bed and push my feet into my fluffy grey slippers. I stretch my arms out and a crack sounds comes from my back. "I feel old," I mutter to myself as I roll my neck.

It's sometimes boring having nothing to wake up to. People my age are either at their afternoon classes right now or working their second job to pay off their college tuition.

I'm not going back to school though.

There's nothing else I want to know or be, other than a "tech whizz", plus school is really expensive and I don't want to waste my father's money like that.

I should probably get a job, but my father wants me to work for him. If I were to start working somewhere else he would think I don't want to be around him and that will break his heart, something I never want to do to my father.

It's not like I don't want to work with him, I just don't want to work in the same building as some of his employees, especially Carol.

I also know I'm going to get a high position in the company without doing anything relevant because I'm the boss's daughter, and that will make more people dislike me.

I get up from my bed, my thick afro messy and a bit shrunk back. I hate having hair like mine sometimes. It's hard to manage and it easily shrinks.

No black girl wants to suffer through the horror of shrinkage.

As I shuffle around the room for my towel, I close the blinds, the entire room returning to its normal dark state.

My little apartment has two bedrooms and a single bathroom that has both a shower and bathtub, but I only use the shower.

The kitchen is actually big for a place like this and the living room is just the right size for a single person like me.

This place is big enough for me because I live here alone and no one is ever here to make it feel cramped.

I wouldn't mind having someone here with me, but my single ass will be living alone for a while.

When I first moved in, it was hideous and dirty, but after spending some of my savings and spending long days and nights without sleep, I made it look beautiful.

The walls were painted with this horrible vomit green colour and it was mostly chipping away.

Now the walls are a comforting cream white colour. I had to cover most of the cracked floorboards with rugs and it doesn't look bad at all.

Most of the colours in my apartment are cream white and shades of grey.

I walk out of my bedroom and into my bathroom to do my morning routine.

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With my clothes on and my grocery list ready, I grab my phone from my bed and bank card from my tiny nightstand.

I slip my card into my phone cover to keep it from falling from my back pocket and grab a few loose dollar bills from my money jar to pay for the cab.

I stuff the loose bills into my front pocket as I try to fix my hair. It might've shrunk back, but it's still long enough to tie into a puffy ponytail.

When I'm done with my hair, I unhook the keys from the key holder on the side of the door and open the door.

I step out of the apartment and try to lock the door.

"Morning Miss Manson."

I jump forward out of fear and my nose slams into the closed door. I scream out in pain as my hands fly up to my nose, my phone and keys falling onto my exposed toes.

I groan out in pain and take a few steps away from the door. My back presses against something hard and I spin around to face a black tie on top of a white dress shirt.

My eyes lift up to the owner of this tie and the man stares down at me with a worried expression.

"Are you ok Miss Manson?" He asks while leaning a bit forward to get a look at my nose.

I lower my hands and look at my clean palms, happy that I'm not bleeding. "I'm ok," I answer while taking a step back.

The handsome man smiles a bit and straightens up again. "Who are you?" I ask while looking around to see if anyone is around.

If I'm going to die then I want there to be someone to witness it and tell my story.

"I'm Nicola," he says with a small bow of his head and I nod.

The man on my right bows his head too and my nose scrunches up with confusion. "I'm Angelo. We are your personal bodyguards," he says as he lifts head.

"What?" I retort.

"Mister Martinelli sent us to keep you safe whenever he isn't around," Nicola explains.

"Which Martinelli?"

"Mister Vincenzo Martinelli," Angelo answers and I nod as I move to the side so I can stand in front of them.

I didn't expect to wake up to two very handsome and large men standing outside my apartment door, but I guess Vincenzo wants to keep me safe.

Safe from what, I don't know because I'm in no danger, but I still appreciate his concern for my safety, it's a little cute.

"How long have you two been out here for?" I ask the two men in front of me.

"We got here last night Miss Manson," they answer.

It feels weird that they call me by my last name. Only my old teachers and a few of my father's employees call me by my last name.

"We were assigned to stay by your side twenty-four seven," Angelo adds and I slowly nod.

"Well, I guess we are going shopping together," I giggle, but they don't even smile at my poor attempt of a joke. "Tough crowd," I mutter while shaking my head.

Angelo hands my keys and phone to me and I thank him.

They follow me down the stairs, their large bodies staying behind me like those bodyguards in movies.

I walk faster when I see a woman climb out of a cab. I get to the cab in time and try to get in,vbut Angelo grabs my wrist.

"Sorry Miss Manson, the boss told us to take you everywhere and anywhere you want to go," he explains and I frown.

I apologise to the cab driver for wasting his time, but he says it's ok with a sweet smile. I close the door and he drives off, my happy mood leaving with him.

Vincenzo is slowly changing the way I do things and he just met me so it's very concerning.

I don't want to change how I do things because of him, but I don't think these two bodyguards are going to let me get into a cab.

Angelo and Nicola walk over to a clean, black Lamborghini truck and my jaw drops to my feet. "This is a Lamborghini Urus," I state the obvious and the two men nod.

"The boss said you like Lamborghinis so he bought this for you," Nicola explains.

How does he even know that? I'm sure I didn't tell him that I like Lamborghinis and I definitely didn't hint at it yesterday.

"Wait." My brain fully processes what Nicola just said and my eyes almost pop out of eye sockets. Cartoonish much. "You said he bought this for me."

"Yes, this is your car Miss Manson," Angelo says while opening the door for me. I thank him as I climb into the car, the new car smell floating around the interior.

This is awesome!

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What a way to spoil a girl you just met...

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