Chapter 3

We arrived at the restaurant an hour after Delilah made a reservation. It was surprisingly easy to get a table there but I was glad. As much as I was nervous, I wanted to get away and just have fun. No matter what the future holds.

We walked in and the hostess immediately greeted us. She showed us to the table and we sat down. I looked around the restaurant and couldn't help but notice many people dressed in very fancy and expensive attire.

I had a dark red satin dress on that showed off my curves very well. My hair was curled and to my surprise, I actually really liked the way it looked. I also wore black heels and had a small black clutch purse that held my wallet and phone.

Delilah had a fitted black sleeved dress and her hair was in a low bun. She wore black heels like me and had a small off the shoulder purse.

The waiter came up to us shortly after sitting down and poured us some wine. I asked for the white wine and De had red. I preferred red wine most days but I wanted something more refreshing than slightly bitter. Being with Archer, I wasn't allowed to drink alcohol so tonight was like a breath of fresh air.

I took a sip of my wine and noticed Delilah looking around the place. Eyeing for a hot man. Looking for her prey. I smiled as I put my glass down.

"What?" She scoffed and took her glass of wine.

"It's just fun to see you like this. You know, brave and I guess horny." She almost spat her drink out when I said that.

"I can take care of myself very well, thank you very much." I smiled and she placed the glass down. "So, no Mr hot pants?" I looked at her confused.

"Mr hot pants? Really?" She chuckled. The waiter came back. I couldn't help but wonder why that nickname was so familiar.

"Ecco i menù, torno tra un po," [Here are the menus, I'll come back in a bit.] I nodded and began looking through the menu. I looked up at Delilah and was about to ask her what she thinks would be good when I saw three handsome men walk in and sit at a table across from us.

Fuck my life.

I immediately looked away when he met my gaze. I felt my cheeks flush.

"What is up with you?" Delilah asked. I kept my eyes on the menu and didn't dare to look up.

"Am... what do you think we should get?"

"Hun, I'm not answering that until you tell me why are you shy all of a sudden?" I looked up at her and with the corner of my eye, I saw his gaze on me.

"I'm just worried, that's all." She nodded and flipped through the menu.

"Maybe we should get pasta?" I shook my head no.

"You can but I think I want the ravioli." I looked through the drink menu and decided to get gin and tonic.

"Avete deciso, signore?" [Have you decided, ladies?] I looked up at him.

"Sì, prendo i ravioli al curry e un gin tonic," [Yes, I'll have the curry ravioli and a gin and tonic.] He nodded and wrote it down. While Delilah ordered her food, I moved my gaze to the man across from me. He was looking at me. I could sense that he was mad or upset about something but I wasn't certain.

"Hey!" I heard Delilah snap her fingers in front of my face. I snapped out of his enchanting look and looked at my best friend. "Who's there? Mr hot pants?" I took a sip of my wine and nodded. "Oh my fuck," she was about to turn around.

"Stop, De. You can't look now. He has his eyes on this table right now," she smiled.

"He likes you," I smiled.

"Shut up. I'm going to the restroom." She rolled her eyes before I stood up. I made my way to the restroom and went in. I was about to lock the door as someone pushed the door and opened it. "Hey!" I saw him for a brief moment until he covered my mouth with his hand and closed the door. We were standing in a bathroom surrounded by nothing but darkness.

He pushed me against a wall and I was thinking to myself if this was it. I felt his hot breath on the skin of my shoulder.

"Ella right?" He said with his deep tone. "Right?" He said again. "Do you not know how to fucking speak?" I tapped my index finger on his hand that was covering my mouth. "Cazzo." [Fuck.] He removed the hand and placed it on my waist.

"Yes, I'm Ella. You must be..." I paused.

"Christopher." I nodded although I doubted that he saw that. "But you can call me Chris." What a gorgeous name.

"Why on Earth did you come into this bathroom?" He chuckled.

"I'll ask you a similar question. Why are you everywhere?" He recognized me.

"I just moved here. I came to eat here with my best friend and you happen to come here so I think it's a you problem." His free hand wrapped around my throat.

"Do you know what people get when they talk to me like that?" I raised a brow.

Yup, just as heartless as they say.

"I'm afraid I don't, Chris." I heard him groan.

Was this turning him on?

"You're going to kill me."

"I'm afraid I'm not capable of that." He chuckled before I felt his breath against the side of my neck.

"If this light was on, I'd ravish you. I'm barely controlling myself, Ella." The way he said my name was flattering.

Would it hurt to turn the light on? Maybe...

No Aella, focus.

He placed a kiss on the side of my neck. All I could think of now was if Archer found out about this, I'd be six feet underground. Almost immediately. But the question was, would he get to me before Chris killed him?

I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and pulled him to my lips. His lips were the softest I've ever kissed. He twirled his tongue in my mouth and became more aggressive. He pulled his lips away.

"Fuck, Ella." He picked me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist. I felt the big bulge in his pants touch my core. "Can I?" Consent. Never heard of that. He's asking for my permission. "Are you uncomfortable?" I smiled.

"I'm great it just caught me off guard but I'm okay."

"So? What will you say because my self-control can only go so far, love." Love? Oh god.

At this time, I really don't care. Either way, Archer will kill me. Why not at least get pleased by someone like Christopher.

"Sure, go for it."

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What the hell just happened? I got fucked by Christopher Morris. Life has never been sweeter.

I turned the light on and looked at myself in the mirror. My make-up was fine and not ruined too much. It didn't look like something bad happened but I had to create a lie to Delilah. I turned off the light and left the bathroom. I walked to the table and saw the food and drinks already delivered. I sat down.

The small emptiness he left before he left, still bothered me.

"What the hell just happened in there?" I took the cutlery in my hands and began eating. "Aella?"

"I didn't feel too well and decided to stay for a bit longer to see if everything was alright." I looked at her and she looked like she believed it.

"Alright. Well, tomorrow you have a meeting at the Morris corporation. I checked online and saw that they're looking for a finance assistant." I nodded. "And they're looking for an assistant." I nodded.

"So I'll go for what?"

"The assistant, are you dumb?" I furrowed my brows. We both had an economics master's degree but why was she so eager for me to apply for the assistant position?

"For who?"

"It wasn't disclosed." I looked to my side and met Chris's gaze. He kept his eyes on me and I did the same to him for some time.

It can't be for him, right?

"What are you looking at?" She looked back and I looked away from the hot man that fucked me in the bathroom five minutes ago.

"Oh my god," she looked back at me. "You little shit." I took a sip of my gin and tonic. "You were in the bathroom with him?" I shook my head no. "Oh my, Aella. He literally left his table after you went to the bathroom so... Spill it." I looked down at the table. "Oh god, you really think that I care if you've fucked?" I looked up at her and shushed her.

"You should keep it down."

"Spill it." I rolled my eyes before the waiter came up to us.

"Vorrei informarvi che il vostro pasto è stato pagato da un signore." [I'd like to inform you that your meal has been paid for by a gentleman.] I looked in the direction that Christopher was sitting but there was no one there.

"Grazie," [Thank you.] I smiled at him and he handed me a note.

"Sono stato informato di darti questo," [I was informed to give you this.] I took the note as he began taking the plates. I flipped the note over and saw the most beautiful handwriting I've ever seen. But the words intrigued me.

I've never seen eyes as pretty as yours, angel. It was such a pleasure to be inside of you this evening. Hope it's not the last time we're meeting;)

-C.M.

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