In His Shirt!

*Lily's P.O.V.*

I walked down the stairs, heading toward the dining table. His house was so magnificent, words cannot explain it. I mean, I thought my dad was rich, not until I met Vincenzo.

He was so engrossed in his phone, but when he heard me walking down the stairs, he moved his gaze from his phone and then watched me intently as I ascended the stairs.

He asked me to come down for breakfast and not to eat me up with his stares instead.

Apparently, he has never for once attempted to hide the fact that he was devouring me with his stares. He makes his stares so obvious like it he had every right to.

But then, the way he looked at me had my legs shivering. His icy glare trailed all the way down from my head right to my toe, taking in, yet again, the sight of me putting on his shirt.

I was still in his shirt though and I had no clue how I got changed in the first place. And even my own dress, he is refusing to give them back.

I pulled a chair from the dining table and sat on it, tryi