A freaking prince?!I gaped at her."But how come no one knows about it? I didn't hear anyone else calling him with his title."She placed a glass of orange juice before me. "His Highness likes to keep his past private. He doesn't even like it when I call him by his title. But I do it out of habit."I frowned. "Why?"Who wouldn't want to flaunt it to the world? Being a royal wasn't a small deal.At my question, something crossed over her features as she flashed me an apologetic smile. "It's not my place to say it, sweetie. I already said enough."I nodded, munching on the fluffy pancakes. It tasted heavenly in my mouth. She was indeed a great cook."I understand." My gaze glanced around. "I haven't seen anyone in this mansion since last night, other than Duncan and you. Does he live here alone?""Yes. He prefers privacy. I only come here to cook for him as he doesn't eat outside. And a cleaner comes once a day to clean the mansion. We can't even enter his bedroom if not allowed." She
"Are you sure you saw that painting in his bedroom? The same one from the exhibition?" Beth asked, her eyes were wide.Sipping on my steaming mocha, I nodded. With a thin blanket wrapped around me, I leaned into the gray leather couch of Beth. While Em gaped at me, excitement dripped from her teasing smile. "I still can't believe you spent a night in Duncan De Sylvano's castle, in his bedroom!"After nagging me non-stop, they got some information out of me about what happened at the party. Of course, I didn't include the kiss and that incident. But I did share about Arianna and how dangerous Duncan De Sylvano could be. "Don't assume anything. Nothing happened. I was tired and he took me to his house, that's it. I didn't even let him enter the room," I said, glaring at her. The little conversation we had with the door between us flashed across my mind, sending butterflies to my stomach."I can't believe you kicked him out of his own bedroom. You have some guts," Beth said. "Did you a
Turning to the right, escaping a growing traffic, I let out a sigh. Thank God I borrowed Beth's car as mine was back at my building. It felt so good driving a perfectly fine car after struggling months with that clunker of mine. I glanced at my phone. No calls or messages from him for almost half an hour. He was oddly silent considering the uncountable amounts of calls and warning filled messages I got from him after Aaron left. He was furious. As much as I enjoyed getting on his nerves, I hated it when he tried to control my life. I was used to living life on my own terms. And his sudden dominance in my decisions didn't sit well with me. But even when I was mad at him, there was an excitement running deep in my veins. I was thrilled at the thought of what he would do when he would get his hands on me.I had provoked Mr. De Sylvano many times since last night. And he wasn't the one to tolerate it.Checking the location again, I drove through an alley. It was past ten, and those all
Once we reached outside his enormous mansion, the horror crawled back into my mind remembering the reason he brought me there. And my struggle to break free started again when he carried me inside the house with long powerful strides.In the whole ride, he kept me in his chest with his arms tightly wrapped around me. His sweet kisses made me forget about the mayor and about the promise he made to punish me.As he walked through the door, Maria rushed to us. Pink coated her cheeks, noticing my very uncomfortable situation."You can leave now, Maria. Good night," Syl said, in a very deep and authoritative voice. It vibrated through my body."No! She won't go anywhere!" I couldn't stay with this brute alone in his mansion. God knew what he had in store for me."Your every order will be her command, but not tonight, cuore mio" he said, making my heart skip a beat. Her command? Why? I wasn't her employer. Flashing an apologetic smile, Maria nodded in respect. "I will see you tomorrow. Ha
"So perfect…" he groaned, licking his lips as he squeezed my ass. I gasped. My cheeks burned from embarrassment and the heat that awakened every nerve of mine. My heart pounded down my chest."S-syl…What are you doing?" I whispered, suddenly feeling shy and…naked before his eyes. A shyness I never thought I had in me. "Let me go.""Never." Those intense dark icy blue eyes met my gaze as I looked at him over my shoulder. "This is the one thing in this entire world that I can't give you, cuore mio. You're stuck with me forever."My eyes widened, heart skipped a beat. F-forever?Before I could think of anything, he positioned my ass higher. "Now count!""Ah!" A sharp slap on my right cheek snuck a squeak from my mouth.It burned my soft skin. All the desire suddenly evaporated as I wiggled on his lap to break free. "That hurt you fucking…"Another slap landed, much harder than before. "I said count!"His voice was deep with his sinful Italian accent."I won't…"Another stinging slap o
Setting the cup of mocha on the kitchen countertop, I walked over the window to close it. The chilly night breeze sent goosebumps across my skin.My eyes caught movements outside my building. Two black Mercedes were parked at the opposite side of the street. Dark uniformed bulky men lingered around. My lips pursed. Fuming, I slammed the window close and grabbed my phone before starting to type to the devil.'I said I don't need any bodyguards babysitting me! Why are they still outside my building??'The answer arrived in a few seconds as if he was waiting for my text.'And I said they won't go anywhere, cuore mio. I need my queen to be safe.'Cursing at his stubbornness, I threw the phone on my couch. Queen my ass! Something burned inside my chest as I remembered his words from that night four days ago. How dare he call me his queen when his heart clearly belonged to someone else? I didn't know how I spent the night in his arms that night, the first thing I did when the sun rose w
"Oh God! You're hurt! How did this happen? Are you alright?""My knees are hurting, Casss," she moaned in pain. "My head hurts. My heart hurts…everythinggg is hurtin'!!!""Come on inside." I took her swaying form to the couch. Concern swirled around my mind at her state. These injuries, did she have any accident? She wasn't one to get wasted that bad. It was always me.After the one time she was found in a small bar drowned in tears and alcohol, this was the second time for her to be in that state. Mason was the reason behind her pain last time. He better wasn't the one at fault this time for his own good.Rushing to my bedroom, I grabbed the first aid kit while she continuously called out my name. "I need moreee vodka, Cassss! This one is finished!" she whined, sprawling over the couch. "Give me moreee vodka! It hurts soo much!""Gosh, look at you! What have you done to yourself?" I pursed my lips. Crouching down before her, I attended the cuts on her knees. A hiss left her, trying
"Cuore mio?" his deep voice asked, icy blue eyes filled with alert and concern. He helped me stand straight with his arms firmly wrapped around me. "Are you all right, baby?" I took a deep breath, his crisp scent filled my lungs. "What are you doing here?" His guards definitely informed him.As if my question didn't reach his ears as his eager gaze swept over my body, touching my arms. "Are you hurt?"I shook my head, my anger suddenly diminishing. But I couldn't say the same for him as his head snapped to John. Crimson rage clouded over his dark eyes. Before I could blink, his long lean fingers wrapped around John's throat, slamming him against the wall. "You touched my Sandra?" he snarled. "How fucking dare you!" John's face paled, gaping at the towering enraged man before him while he struggled in Syl's death grip. The powerful knuckles that met his jaw made him let out a groan of pain. Mason gasped while his mother and that girl stood at a corner clinging to each other in abs