Danilo
I rolled my eyes, finding it typical he would confuse me for his assistant. "Sit up for me."
He refused and only did so once I pulled him up so he could shrug off his coat. The Louis Vuitton was heavy. It smelled like cologne and the outside air and him. I wondered if he genuinely thought Franz was the one who carried him upstairs when his P.A was the size of a twig.
"Did you see Danilo was at the concert?"
My heart stopped. Was this a norm for him? Blabbering on about me whilst he was piss drunk?
"He's beautiful, isn't he?" Kolli mumbled, swaying as I pulled his arms from the coat sleeves. "I hate him so much. Sometimes I wish I could hit him with a truck."
My mind didn't stop itself from visualizing that and I cringed.
"Violence isn't the answer," I said quietly. If he thought I was Franz then maybe I could put in a good word for myself. "I think he's trying his best."
