“And you’re here because?” While crossing his arms, leaning back to his chair.
“How are you, Stef? I haven’t seen you in years.” I asked instead, purposely ignoring his question.
“The last time we met was my father’s birthday, Angelo, which was last year. Now, don’t ignore my question.”
“Well, I never saw you at the party. I mean it’s hard to find each other when the Ranallo mansion in Italy is more like a palace-”
“Angelo.” He warned.
“You know just because you’re the eldest child of the entire family doesn’t give you the right to
“I’m going.” While checking the phone and wallet in my jeans before leaving.Dante was sitting languidly on the couch while scrolling on his smartphone.“Okay. Let’s go.” He stood and walked towards the door. My eyes widened at his intention.“Wait, wait. Hold up, hold up.” His hand stopped midair while reaching the doorknob. “What are you doing?”“I’m driving you to the mall.” I eyed him in disbelief. He sighed. “Come on. Your dress is waiting for you.”“Why?”“Because I
“Did you not get the hint, coglione?!” A growl made me jump off my spot.“Dante!” I called as soon as I turned and faced him.“Scram! Or I’ll fucking cut off your tongue.” Dante threatened my newly found friend. I could feel William’s fear, sweat glistening on his forehead.“Dante! What are you doing threatening him like that?” Dante only glowered at me.“Ah. See you around, Hailynn.” Dante almost lunged at him before he scurried away. My hand was pressed against his hard chest, careful not to let him go after William. I looked around and noticed that people are looking at us.
Not a second longer, a pair of hands snaked around my waist. Addison and Ivy both looked at me simultaneously. They grinned and winked while dancing with their partners, probably they met on the dance floor. I had a hint why they grinned. I whirled around to find out who those hands belong to and I was right.He was hot. The reason for their grins.He smiled when our eyes met. A pair of dimples decorated his smile. He was tall and ripping with muscles but not to the point that would ruin his proportion. His hair was swept back with gel. I wanted to know the color of his eyes but the dim lights didn’t help.I swayed with him when I realized he was dancing slowly with me. I was really busy judging his features. Who could blame me? He was undeniably a
“Exactly! I can’t sit at home knowing there’ll be someone itching to have a night with you. You’re mine, amore. Mine! No stronzo is going to take you away from me.”Somehow our faces managed to get closer and closer. I can see the emotions swirled in his clear eyes. My retort was meant to be a sarcastic joke. I didn’t think he felt that way.My eyes were wide staring at him still in disbelief. Dante looked away and sighed. He took his liquor and gulped it down in one go. He signaled the bartender to add another one.While I was frozen in shock.“Don’t stare at me like that, amore.” He didn’t look at me while speaking but he f
DanteThe scent of lavender pulled me in to stay longer and extend my sleep. It was relaxing and warm… comfortable. I realized I was no longer describing the scent.“What the fuck?!”My eyes snapped open so wide that it brought a sudden headache. I sat up from the bed and automatically searched for the problem.“W-what what happened? Why am I here?” Hailynn's frantic voice made me turn my attention towards her. My eyes travelled down towards her bare torso. She was covering her chest with the white sheet. Her skin was fair and glowing which I have not noticed last night.Right. I was too drunk from ou
“You know I used to have parents who really loved me.” She slurred indicating she was already drunk. Her eyes were hooded but it made her look sexier. I only stared at her, listening to her story as I asked her how she became an orphan.She looked so beautiful tonight. When I saw her in that short tight dress, I knew I needed to keep an eye on her. She was just too stunning to be out of my sight so I stalked her tonight for all the wrong reasons she assumed.“I was twelve when my mom left for New York. She had a seminar here. Something about inspiring artists who followed their dreams. My mom was American and didn’t have a good relationship with her family. They belittled her talent but she was brave enough to go to France and pursue her dreams. She met my father there. Thus my French
I have one mission tonight. I’m going to fuck her, sober or not.My lips travelled down towards her neck. Her scent making me go crazy as I bit, sucked and licked her neck, shoulder and collar. Her breasts were peeking out. I devoured it, succumbing to the temptation. When I lifted my head, her torso was already bare. Her two succulent globes so bare, served in a silver platter just for me. My eyes travelled back to her face. She was so high with alcohol and lust. I've never been so proud of what I’ve done.I then kissed her lips and whispered in between. “Amore, let me taste you.” She moaned.“Is that a yes, my love?” Her tongue suddenly dived into my mouth. I groaned at the unexpected aggression. I didn’t realiz
2 months later“It looks good.”I commented as I eyed the whole architecture of the club. I just had a tour of the place. It was nearly done and just the finishing touches left.“Thank you for trusting us, Mr. Di Angelo.” Jason Myers, who I trusted to handle the construction of my club, offered his hand. I reached for it and shook his hand.“I am impressed with the services and the quality of your work. Mr. Ranallo suggested a really great company for me to trust with the construction of my club. I admit I very much like it."“It’s an honor, Mr. Di Angelo. I think by next week we're done wi