“No, I don't, but, I will do it anyway.”Although Alexander could see the unwavering strong determination in her eyes, he knew she had not even the slightest idea of the decision she has come to make—she had absolutely no idea of the risk she would endanger herself if she becomes the seductress, and he also wasn't willing to put her life in danger.Ava was not bad either. Her perfect face and curves could drive any man insane; hence, she was even more fit for this job judging from her physical appearance, but, the mafia was what he knew he could not push Ava in knowing fully well of the repercussions that might follow suit – knowing fully well of what those lust burning Italian men were capable of.Unfortunately, he was stuck between two terrible options: Felicia and Ava.Just like she said, her 'terms of service' was what he knew he could not offer, and knowing fully well of the personality Felicia bares, she would go to any length to have him in her pant before accepting this task.
They both had one thing in common anyway—an impulsive behavior. They were all now in a triangle, circulating in the same spot with no way out. Alexander found it interesting though. Seeing John a little nervous was an honor he deserved after dealing with his hardheadedness for some time. Felicia had a loud mouth and judging from how she had stood confidently in front of him, she was ready to drag the argument until she was given the honor as the winner—until she had dragged him through the mud and exposed the bad reputation hidden beneath the good reputation he had presented before Ava. If they both had a terrible past, wasn't it as simple as ignoring her the same way she'd ignored him? But no! The insanity in him decides to spring forth through his 'act-before-thinking' head. He had made a mistake—a mistake he couldn't amend, especially when Felicia was involved, and the aftermath of his mistake, he obviously wasn't ready for it. It had hit him so unexpectedly, taking a different
“What has that got to do with you?” He finally replied after his long-lasting battling thoughts – his words sounding sharp as If, putting all his annoyance in just that few lines of words. “If she is your wife, then…” Melissa laughed lightly and continued, “your life is fucked up!” She had said it so casually, but it had unleashed another meaning in his head. What if she had seen his stupidity revolving around his decision? What if she had seen the lunacy laced behind his decision? Then she must have called him stupid right in his face – everyone who knew the story had called him stupid, but at the end of the day, he found himself, dwelling, sinking, and even making more wrong decisions as the day goes by without thinking of the aftermath, and the reason for his wrongs decisions wasn't worth it. And that was what annoyed him even more.At that point, he was thinking beyond the ordinary, beyond what was happening at the moment, and even as his jaw clenched, and he could almost feel h
Who the fuck invited Felicia to the ball party? He thought the drama had already begun without realizing that it was just getting started. As he stared down at her, he noticed as her grin began to grow even wider until it was almost reaching her ears.Felicia was here, and her presence alone could cause the things he has been avoiding the whole night – chaos, conflict, dispute, and unnecessary attention. Felicia was in the room, she seems to draw attention wherever she went by causing chaos and judging from the huge grin on her face, she was there to fulfill his last wish. She was there to make him regret the decision of attending the ball party in the first place. He had regrets already, but Felicia would top it up.“Not now Felicia. Will you get the hell out of my way?” He began speaking just in time, even though he was fully aware that it does nothing to help the situation. Nonetheless, he needed to do something—say anything to get her away. And as his gaze flickered back to John a
Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours, but still, known of them said a word to themselves. Everything seems to have an abrupt stop for Ava as it felt like they were the only ones left on the dance floor. An intense silence clouded the dip atmosphere around them. No doubt, her happiness knew no bounds the moment she set her eyes on John, but she got stunned cause it never crossed her mind that they would cross paths in this approach. Yes! Alexander had earlier informed her of their coming, but how she had managed to forget such big news was what she can't comprehend. Her gaze traded down to John's hands, which were firmly wrapped around her sister's waist: Wanita, and she felt… jealous. The thing with those two people was something she can't wrap her head around and since she hasn't seen them for a long time, she didn't know how to begin—what to say, or what to do. How dumb she was. She was so excited about meeting John at the ball party, but the moment she set her ey
“We can talk about that later,” Alexander said and extended his hands toward him for a handshake. Mr. Giovanni received it and replied sternly, “with positive feedback.” Alexander only nodded his head and pulled Ava, leading her into the dance floor. “Stupid piece of shit!” He cussed under his breath after he had walked some miles away from Mr. Giovanni. A collection of Violinists, harp players, and pianists were placed at the far end of the hall and as the music came to a brief pause, Alexander offered out his hand. Ava realized what he wanted and not wanting to argue with him, at least, for once, she received it gracefully. “I have absolutely no idea why I am here with you on the dance floor, but I think you should know that I haven't been on a dance floor before.” Alexander only smirked and replied with, “I know,” before taking her hands and placing them on his shoulders and his, on her waist. As he guided their steps and her waist to the slow, sweet melody drifting through th