16: Your Body is Mine

A V E L I N A

"We're here." Lorenzo announced, as the car stopped in front of a big, modern, house.

I didn't answer him and just followed him inside. The house was gorgeous, it was spacious and had a great view of the ocean. The walls were painted a white colour, and the furniture was white. Everything was perfectly placed and there wasn't a speck of dust to be found.

There was something off about the house though. The fact that it didn't give off a homely feeling, it was just so damn empty. There was nothing on the walls, no pictures or paintings. Not even a vase.

If I was going to be living here for a year, I damn well have to make a change.

"This way." Enzo's voice echoed through the house.

I followed him, the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor was the only thing filling the silence.

"You'll stay here. These will be your rooms, mine are opposite to yours. You can do whatever the hell you want, I don't care. Just stay the fuck away from me and my life." He