LOGINDemetrio's povCellie might just be the only one who would mock my authority and get away with it. She didn't know how lucky she was. If it were to be another, they'd be finding out just how much of a mistake it was as we speak.She swallowed at my declaration, something akin to reverence spreading across her beautiful face. She licked at her lips and blood rushed to my cck as the urge to kiss her filled me.I had lost my wits the moment she barged into the library, everything that was being discussed relocated to the rear of my mind. Cadain following after her had sent a raging storm through me and I had skimmed through the rest of the agenda before basiCellie sending the men on their way.I reached down to breathe in her scent, the smell of flowers and vanilla hitting my nose like cocaine powder. God, how I've missed being this close to her.I had been actively avoiding her ever since that day at Rico's, needing space to work out how that single fuck time had messed with my brain mo
Cellie's povHorrifying embarrassment was pulsing through me as I basiCellie ran through my way back to the patio, my platforms making thumping noises as I cut across.“Cellie, wait!” Cadain's voice called behind me but I didn't slow down. I didn't know what point he had followed after me. I just wanted to get away from everything, him included.But I had no such luck, he was faster and soon he was cutting in front of me, breathing hard. I came to a stop.He bent over, holding onto a glass display for support as he took heavy breaths of air. “Give me a minute.” He said between pants. His gaze raised to meet mine. “Damn, you're a track star.”My lips twitched despite the situation and he flashed me a satisfied grin, standing upright again.“I used to be captain of the track team back in highschool.” I joked. It wasn't entirely a lie, Iwasin the track team but I was definitely not captain.“I believe you.” Cadain said, still grinning at me.There was something about him that put me a
Cellie's povMy leg tapped restlessly against the cold, hard floor, as strategies that would make every spy movie jealous swirled around in my head. My thumb mindlessly moved to my lips and I stopped myself just before I attacked the newly painted cuticle.I was pacing the DeLeons’ foyer, ignoring the curious look Antonio, the DeLeons’ butler, was giving me. I focused on preparing myself for my mother's cursed luncheon and plotting the most efficient Demetrio-free routes in the mansion.I couldn't run into him today. And if I do, I've prepared a box knife sitting readily in my clutch purse, waiting for me to slit my neck if the need arises.“Is there anything I could help you with Signorina Cellie?”I whirled around to face him, “Antonio.”“Yes, Signorina Cellie?”“Does Demetrio- I mean does the don come here frequently?”“No Signorina.”“Do you think he has any reason to be here today?”Confusion lined Antonio’s face, he was probably wondering the reason for my random interrogation.
Cellie's povThe ride back was tense and stiff and it was all because of me. I was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode and would have if it wasn't for Georgiana's expert tactfulness. She was really raised to be a made man’s wife. Unlike me, she knew when to shut up and feign ignorance.OriGeorgianally, we planned to have brunch at her favorite restaurant after her wedding dress appointment. That was the agenda before Suzie, Anna and Bree. Right now, all I wanted was to go back to the solitary of my apartment and be tormented by the demon that was my past. As if on cue, a Nikon billboard ad breezed past our zooming car.Smile for the camera, you have to look like a happy whore.“Cellie?” Georgiana called out, staring at my lap, her eyes the size of saucers, dismay permeating her face. I followed her eyes down and found the fingers of one hand scratching ruthlessly on the wrist of the other. It was so bad there was blood on the bruised skin.I quickly buried the mess into the gap bet
Cellie's pov“You know you could have just asked your fiance to do this with you.” I said as Georgiana and I waited in the lobby of Eva Bridals. Georgiana threw me a chiding look over the catalog she was perusing. “How could I bring him here? You're more helpful than he'd ever be, besides he is so busy these days.”I rolled my eyes. Of course, how silly of me to suggest a made man accompany his fiancée to choose her wedding dress. There are probably much more fulfilling tasks like perforating people with bullets and discussing world domination plans. She had whisked me from my apartment and brought me here, completely ruining my plan to sleep in. Today was my free day, not day off but free day. There was a huge difference between the two. Day offs only grant you freedom from your job but doesn't necessarily mean you won't have other things to attend to. Things like chores, school, grocery shopping, dentist appointments and so on. With free days, you're left completely idle, free f
Cellie's povHot, it was suddenly too hot. My breathing was choppy, my airway felt too tight. The calm in the air had been snuffed out by tingling currents, pulsing in violent waves I felt with a force.And it was all because of him, this big and powerful male that was fast becoming my very own vice. My very own addiction.I was getting lost in those dangerous eyes of his, getting pulled in by an invisible force that wanted to swallow me whole.I tore my gaze and lowered it to his chest. “Why are you here?” I whispered, desperate to break through the charged silence. Desperate to kill off the intense vibe in the room.A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, shooting tingles into my mine. I involuntarily backed away to put a gap between us.“Why are you avoiding my gaze?” Demetrio asked with a drawl, leaning on the table beside us, the force of his weight causing the unopened beer cartons on it to clank together.I had to sort through them as well and I would have already started on them i
Cellie's pov“What do you think?” Georgiana asked me over the soft RnB music playing through the speakers of the Alexander McQueen store, pulling a bright purple tulle dress to her body.I cocked my head, my face scrunched in an exaggerated thoughtful look. The dress was pretty and perfect for her
Il Fantasmo was one of my smaller clubs that was away from the main city. My father had been against its establishment, it was unheard of to build clubs on the outskirts of the city anyway but I had insisted on it and pushed through with it and now the little establishment pulled more revenue than
Demetrio's povI had a million things on my schedule today; a new firearm shipment to inspect, a meeting with the commissioner of customs and border protection, two more meetings with some allies, a subsidiary club inspection and this is just to list a few.I was booked and busy for the day but wha
Double povCellieDiana and the others were still huddled at the counter when I returned to the bar, their eyes wide with curiosity and that fright Demetrio's presence brought. I threw them an apologetic smile that balanced wobbly on my lips.Demetrio still hasn't followed me out.I tried not to th







