All Chapters of ACCIDENTAL SURROGATE FOR THE ENEMY DON: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

EMILY'S POV I walked behind him as he headed towards his study, his gait giving off his annoyance. As soon as we got there, he opened the door and stormed in, and I quietly entered behind him, closing the door after myself. He stood in the middle of the room, just looking at me with that piercing gaze that had me feeling oddly aware. I took a few more steps forward, and he threw his question at me again. "Where are you coming from, Emily?" His jaw was ticking now, and I looked down. Almost immediately, I realized myself and snapped out of whatever remorse I had been feeling. Why did he even care to know my whereabouts?! Wasn't he the same person who had disappeared off to a completely different continent without telling me, five days ago? "I'm not a child, Dante. And I certainly do not ask you about your whereabouts either." I shot back, confidently holding his gaze. Looking at him now, I grew even more angry. Just then, his eyes fell downwards, and his frown d

THIRD PERSON'S POV The ride to the 5 star restaurant was a very silent one. Alexa hadn't said a word to him. Or maybe... he was the one who had said nothing. He only just realized he was usually the one who talked the most whenever they were together, regardless of his very reserved disposition towards others. He was the one who always observed closely, to know if she was fine. He was the one who gifted the books. He was the one who protected. He was the one who... loved. Vito had never been upfront about his feelings for her. He knew it was a completely unacceptable situation. Dante would most certainly have his head on a pike, if he ever discovered that he liked his sister. There were many ways at which he stayed loyal to the Ferrari family, but staying away from Alexa was the toughest. Soon, Vito pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, several other flashy cars parked there as well. "We've arrived, Senora." He announced, and Alexa exhaled lightly, nervous

EMILY'S POV I opened my eyes and realized I had fallen asleep in Mrs Ferrari's arms. Her body was still, and it seemed to be that she was also asleep. When I heard her soft breathing, it confirmed my suspicions. The place looked darker, and I could tell it was evening already. Gently detaching myself from her hold, being careful enough to not wake her, I almost jolted in shock when I turned toward the door to see Dante quietly staring at me. I grew self aware immediately. How long had he been here? Looking at her face to make sure she was still sleeping, I carefully hopped down the bed. "Good evening." I whispered, and he only gave a nod. I simply made my way out of the room and headed for mine. Before reaching my room, I stopped by and gave a knock at Alexa's door but got no response. She wasn't back yet? Releasing a low sigh, I took a few more steps to my room and walked in. Having nothing else to do, I picked up my sketchbook and got busy. Surprisingly, bein

EMILY'S POV "And... he didn't let you take the car." Dante muttered. Of course, he knew that part of the story. "Yes." I sighed. "It wasn't even bought in my name, to start with." I hated the tears that gathered in my eyes. "Well..." He adjusted in a way he was completely facing me now. "You have one that was bought in your name now. And you're sitting in it." I was stunned. Yes, he did get me a car, but why didn't I think it was possible he'd gotten it in my name? For the past half hour, we had talked. I spilled everything about the fashion academy from the very genesis. I couldn't believe it, but he was actually so attentive, only making micro reactions whenever I said something too triggering. Like when I said that father made me work two years at the company, and still refused to keep his promise of letting me go to the Academy. Dante looked so triggered right then, it almost made me laugh. "So did you return and tell Alexa everything that happened?" He asked,

DANTE'S POV The moment she stepped into my bedroom that night, I knew.... I knew deep within myself that I was going to fall for the walking epitome of temptation, that she was. When she started crying, I warned myself, knowing she wasn't in the right frame of mind for anything like I was thinking. What would she think of me, trying to take advantage of her in such a vulnerable state? I had resolved only to console her, and then she'd leave. But I guess I wasn't the only one wanting something. She wanted it too. I confirmed it when she sucked my thumb into her lips, looking at me with that unmistakable desire in her eyes. My mouth inevitably crashed onto hers, and she responded like she was starving. Fuck, I was too. Tongues tangled, teeth clashing just enough to sting. I tasted salt from her earlier tears, mixed with the sweet heat that was all her. My hands slid down her back, gripping her ass hard, lifting her onto the edge of the table in the corner of my room.