Chapter Four: Narcissist Prince Charming Named Giovanni.

While his parents were taking the insults of their lives at the charity event center, Giovanni Russo was asleep in his room, in between the arms of the girl he had brought home last night.

He sat up with a groan, and pushed the girl away from him when he saw how clingy she was to him. This was what he hated, the ridiculous aftercare after getting what they both wanted.

He's not a fool, Giovanni knew what women see at just one glimpse at him. A money bank, so instead of falling victim a second time, after surviving the first heartbreak from the woman he loved. He had given up on the quest to find love.

His ex,Angela did him good and that changed everything about him. So instead of being the one who ends up getting hurt by the opposite gender, he would rather the girls fight for his attention which no woman on earth would be lucky enough to get once again.

Giovanni Russo, aged twenty four years. The first grandson and heir to the great Christian Russo.  A notorious playboy, who would rather spend all his money drinking and changing his girls like clothes, than to take up his responsibility as his father did.

He's arrogant, a total jerk who makes everyone around him see reasons why he's such a loner. But anyway, that's how he wanted his life to be, the only thing he loved was his parents and his money.

Giovanni touched his temple, a groan leaving his lips at the headache that was forming early this morning, while he scanned his eyes around his room insearch of his assistant, Leo, but the motherfucker was nowhere to be found.

He tried to sit up, but then warm pairs of hands wrapped around his waist, before he felt the body hug him from behind made him remember that he still has someone here with him.

"Good morning, my love. How was your night?" The girl asked, and Goivanni being the douchebag he was, moved away when the stench from her early morning breathe hit his nostrils.

"Fuck! Your morning breathe didn't make me have a good night rest. Get out!" He said coldly, looking around his room for his phone. He needed to call Leo.

The horrified expression on the girl's face didn't bother him, she should have known her place to talk to him like this wasn't just a one night thing.

When he turned around to see that she's still in the bed, holding the bed sheets up to her chest. He became angry." Hey, didn't you hear me, I said get out. We both had a great night, and this was supposed to be a one night thing. So what else are you still waiting for?" He asked, a prideful smirk on his lips.

"I.." The young woman tried to talk, but she was dumbfounded by the cold and aloof attitude coming from him. It was like she didn't expect that from him, but that's her hurting herself to say that, everyone knew Giovanni Russo.

The biggest playboy in the city, so she was rather sad that she wasn't the lucky one to tell her  friends that she had his attention.

A bundle of cash was thrown on the bed, and she looked up to him." That would be enough for your transport, get new clothes and the remaining may keep you from whoring your ass out for the whole week." He said, a sarcastic laugh leaving his tone.

"Hey! That's rude of you to call me a whore, who do you think you are?!" The girl yelled, her dignity has been insulted, and in as much as she was here because of him. She wouldn't allow him to question why she choose to live this way.

How dare him question her life?

Unlike him who had everything, the rich parents, a good life and whatnot. He shouldn't be an asshole to laugh at her face about her bad life.

"Aww, the bitch had got some fire in her." He scoffed, before he added," Now, you would learn to seal your lips, and know when to talk and who to talk to or not. I have low patience for ungrateful girls like you, now get out!" He shouted, this time around with every seriousness that had the girl scurried away for her life, but not without taking the money with her.

He sighed tiredly, as he walked towards his drawer and took an aspirin drowning it down with his drink. Before the front door to his room was swung open and an impatient and worried Leo walked in.

"What's got your panties in a twists, Leo. If this is about work,I am not leaving. I'm just back from the states, you can't listen to every single order from my parents." He said, turning to leave for the bathroom.

"Sir, you didn't remember what today is?" Leo asked him, gulping a lump down his throat when he looked at the wall clock in his room to see how late they were.

His grandfather is going to kill him!

"What do you mean…" Giovanni's words was cut short, by the ringing of his phone behind the couch and he rushed up to see his father calling.

What does he wants?

He thought, but the worst mistake he did was by not asking Leo what was happening, by what he meant about what special thing was happening today, before he accepted the call.

"Dad…"

"GIOVANNI AMIR RUSSO! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!!"Edward shouted over the phone, that made him move the phone away from his ears until he caught on to something.

The music playing behind the background, and his grandfather's voice shouting at his mother. His eyes widened in shock and he cut the call before turning  to throw the phone at Leo, who was swift enough to catch it because he always does that.

"Why didn't you tell me that today was that old man's day, you fool!" He cussed, before he ran into the bathroom.

Leo said nothing while he took his time to shower, dress up and leave the house with him following behind him, as they drove down to the event arena.

He was used to his ways, Giovanni was never serious with his life and everyone knew that, everyone including his grandfather, who would probably skin him alive today. He's sure of it.