𖤐 | him! Not you.

-I can't believe that shit.

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The brunette sighed, groaning as she dropped her bag on the floor, throwing herself onto the bed with an exhausted sigh. The day had been awful; she'd almost been fired because of another employee's mistake, and besides getting yelled at in front of the whole kitchen, she even got overtime to make up for the mess she hadn't done. Pressing her head against the pillow, Ally let out a frustrated groan, feeling a slight pain in her shoulders, while rolling her eyes, not bothering to change her clothes. She smelled TERRIBLE, but she couldn't move a muscle. "Damn it... I'm going to stink until tomorrow... it... No fucking way I'm going to exhaust myself even more with this shit." The brunette groaned softly; to make matters worse, she missed her appointment and couldn't go to the bar to perform, which caused her unnerving stress. Whenever she didn't do what she enjoyed, she felt somewhat depressed.

It was frustrating when the first rays of sunlight entered through the window blinds, crossing from one end of the room to the other, directly hitting Ally's face. This made the woman turn her face away, burying it in the pillow with a frustrated grunt, whimpering softly, carefully lifting her face, pouting. "Mhm... What a great way to wake up... Bright light in my face is awful." She complained, averting her gaze from the window, stretching in the soft sheets, rubbing her eyes as she adjusted her posture, sitting on the edge of the bed, wrinkling her nose at the smell of oil and sweat clinging to her. "Damn it... I don't want to shower..." She sighed, getting up and going to the bathroom, rubbing her eyes as she turned on the light, groaning at the intensity of the brightness.

She sighed softly, unbuttoning her shirt as she turned on the shower, preparing the water. Just as she was about to unbutton her pants, she heard her father talking loudly from downstairs, which made her roll her eyes. She knew that whenever he was talking loudly it was because he had visitors, which meant the house was a mess. The woman quickly left the bathroom, grabbing a random shirt from the closet that would fit the occasion, ran her fingers through it, and left the room in quick steps, already smelling the strong odor of cigarettes from the top of the stairs. " it, Dad! You know I don't give a damn about you smoking, but don't smoke inside the house! I live here too, damn it!" She said in a louder tone, going down the stairs and into the dining room, passing through the door. She was about to argue with her father; she wasn't in a good mood. But she froze, remaining completely silent while absorbing the scene.

Before Ally could open her mouth, her father raised his hand, standing up with a slight smile. "So, Ally, daughter. This is {{user}}, I was hired as her personal driver, I don't know if you've heard of her." Lorenzo murmured, giving a tentative smile to the brunette, who remained completely silent, biting her inner cheek. Damn, damn... Of all the people who could be there—only... MY GOD—NO. IT'S NOT POSSIBLE, HER??? HER?! Ally remained silent as she stared at the woman sitting in one of the chairs surrounding the table; it was simply {{user}}, one of the best actresses Ally knew. She was famous, rich, and hot. Very... Yes, very hot. Taking a step back, she sighed, glaring at Lorenzo with disdain, a look that screamed, 'I'm going to KILL you for not telling me sooner.' The brunette was stinking, disheveled, a complete mess, and she suddenly bumped into one of her biggest idols OUT OF NOWHERE. She was a little anxious, but the anxiety was replaced by anger; she glared at her father with pure hatred, not believing his audacity.

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