DON'S POVI listened to her pleading, begging for more, but I was y going to give in. Not yet. This was about control, it was about asserting my dominance."Not yet, Pumpkin. Not yet. We'll finish this later," I told her, and I enjoyed watching the confusion spread across her face. She was so easy to read, so innocently and predictably needy."What do you mean?" she asked, in obvious frustration. I couldn't help but chuckle at her sweet impatience. "Pumpkin, relax," I said as I gave her breasts a squeeze for good measure before walking away. This was punishment, after all and I intended to draw it out and make her understand that I, Don Donato was not one to be messed with.I could see her face turning red with realization. It was almost too easy to play with her emotions like this. "And to think you were begging me not to touch you just a few minutes ago?" I smirked, throwing a shirt at her. The shock on her face was so evident and it amused me."You bastard!" she cursed at me, but h

DON'S POV"Hi..." She spoke hesitantly.The awkwardness and tension between the both of us hung thickly in the air, creating this uncomfortable atmosphere. "Good Morning, Mr Don," she said pleasantly, nodding respectfully.I nodded in acknowledgement."How are you this morning?" she asked politely."Fine, thank you," I replied curtly."Very good," she replied, nodding once more. There was a little silence before she spoke up again, "Good morning Butler Roy, Hey Enzo." "Good morning young miss, how was your night?" Enzo asked with that same naughty glint in his eyes.I watched Accalia turn as red as a lobster on hearing the question, but she tried her best to mask it."Err...it was ok, not too bad." She replied nervously, avoiding eye contact."Did you manage to sleep well?" Enzo asked curiously, giving her a look as he glanced at her briefly.She cleared her throat uncomfortably. "Yeah, very well. I slept better than usual.""What's your plan for today?" Enzo asked."uh... I am gett

ACCALIA'S POVI forced a smile, trying to sound casual. "Sorry, I said...um, do you want some toast?" My cheeks burned with embarrassment at how awkward I sounded.He seemed distracted but agreed. "Oh... yeah sure."I handed him two slices of bread, my hands trembling slightly. I placed them on the tray beside his plate, along with an apple and a bottle of water. "Here," I said, my voice barely audible as I handed him a napkin."Thanks," he murmured, and I watched him tuck the napkin beneath his chin. I felt a pang of relief that he was eating, but it was short-lived.Gathering my courage, I tried to speak again. "Um... Don..." My voice trailed off as I shifted in my seat, my anxiety making me feel like I was on the verge of tears."What?" Don snapped, his irritation clear. "Can't a guy just enjoy his breakfast? Can't you guys just leave me alone already?" His glare towards Enzo, who just sat down, made me flinch.Enzo shrugged apologetically, but my focus was on Don. I was scared to

DON'S POV"She's here." I caught sight of her just as she entered, her presence sending a familiar jolt through me. I couldn't stop myself from announcing my presence because I was hoping to see that flash of surprise on her face that I so much enjoyed seeing."You're here." My voice might have startled her, but she masked it well."Yes." Her reply was simple, but it carried a weight that filled the space between us."Let's be done and over with this wedding stuff," I declared, trying to sound indifferent as I moved towards the line. Marriage was a formality, a necessity, but the way she dealt with it, always so direct, intrigued me."What does that even mean?" I heard her mutter, her confusion amusing me as I led the way, a smirk playing on my lips at the thought of her trying to decipher my words.As we approached the front, bypassing the crowd with an ease born of recognition, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. The city hall staff knew better than to make us wait. They ushe

FLORELLA'S POVI lazily scrolled through social media, my pictures were everywhere and my fans adored me. A small smile grazed my mouth as I read the comments my fans were pouring on my page. "I'm just unbeatable," I thought to myself as I flicked through the glowing praises like a queen who was surveying her subjects. Each comment about my flawless skin, my sculpted figure and the way I carried myself with so much grace and poise only increased my belief. I was perfection and there was no denying it.Every comment was like it was testifying to my undeniable beauty, my perfect figure and the very way I carried myself. "Stunning," "Goddess," "Perfection," they wrote, and who was I to disagree? After all, it wasn't arrogance if it was simply the truth. I had worked hard for this body, making sure I maintained a strict diet and an even stricter workout routine. It was only fair that I enjoyed the fruits of my labor and enjoyed what I did, I was basking in the glow of admiration and envy