All Chapters of The Devil's Little Angel : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CALISTA'S P.O.V.The silence between us stretched so thick, I could almost reach out and touch it. If Roman was stiff before he walked into the penthouse, now he was like a statue, his body rigid, his jaw locked so tight it might snap.I sat beside him as he drove us to the boutique in his sleek, black(not surprising)car. We were aware of each other, of the silent animosity between the two of us; he was doing a good job at pretending I didn't exist. Ever since I told him to act like nothing happened, he hadn't looked my way.Not that it bothers me or anything. I'm fine, totally fine. If he wanted silence, I'd give it to him.We pulled up in front of a boutique I had only ever seen in big fashion magazines: Madisonville Aurelian. She was popular for her outstanding designs, known for dressing the wives of billionaires, celebrities, and royalty.I was so stunned, I turned to Roman, forgetting how I said I wouldn't be the one to speak first. “Aurelian?” “Yes,” he said simply.I blinke

CALISTA'S P.O.V. It worked. All day, I've been teasing Roman, pushing every one of his buttons. Hoping I'd get a reaction from him, or better still, a recreation of last night, But this? This wasn't what I was expecting. The excitement buzzing under my skin the whole of today quickly curled into something deeper. Darker. Fear. The kind that sent tingles all over my skin and heat flooding between my legs. Because Roman isn't reacting, He's unleashing. The man taking slow strides towards me isn't the same one who walked with me through Central Park. He's not the same person who danced with me at the club. He's a beast prowling towards his prey. A beast I unleashed. “Now.” I shivered under his arresting gaze. His pupils swallowed the amber of his eyes, leaving only the unmistakable heat. He threw his belt on the floor, the sound making me flinch, his eyes pinned me to a spot. My breast felt fuller, heavier, begging for what no vibrator could give me. Th

CALISTA'S P.O.V We never talked about that night again.I had woken up alone in bed, Roman's side was warm, proof that he had stayed till morning before leaving. If it weren't for the soreness in between my legs and the twisted, rough sheets, I would have chalked what happened up to a visceral dream I couldn't stop reliving.Our first night together became like a secret, not to be discussed. We fell back into our previous routine; me in the guest room, Roman in his, and our daily tour of New York. Each day, we ventured out together, continuing our tour of New York as if nothing had changed. As if he hadn’t given me the single most incredible night off my life. I almost, almost brought it up when we checked into a hotel in Brooklyn. Roman had treated me...nicely, we made small talks, he asked about my day, but he was making an effort not to touch me again. So when we settled into our two-room suite, I had cleared my throat and began asking.“The night of the masquerade ball—” I star

ROMAN'S P. O. V“Cappellucci”Lorenzo, an average height, bulky man, stepped out from behind his daughter, and he dipped his chin in greeting. “Lorenzo,” I said tightly, a headache throbbing at the back of my eyes. Not now and certainly not this. Lorenzo had always wanted me to marry his daughter, Coraline, and as one of the most respected mob men in the outfit, it seemed ideal at the time, only that my relationship with Coraline ended as soon as it began.“To what do I owe this unannounced visit?” I made no effort to hide the disapproval in my voice. Respected and wealthy or not, he had no right to come into my home without informing me beforehand.Lorenzo straightened, his brown eyes holding mine for a beat, before moving towards Calista. They narrowed to malicious slits.I rested my hand possessively on the small of her back, making my statement very clear.Coraline bit the corner of her lips, her eyes sweeping over Callie. I directed a glare her way so she'd keep her razor mouth

CALISTA'S P. O. VMy meeting will begin in ten minutes. I donned a beautiful dress I bought in New York—soft ivory, with a V neckline and tiny spaghetti straps paired with off-shoulder sleeves made from light fabric that billowed gently. The skirt flared slightly from my waist and stopped some inches above my knee. It was elegant, feminine, and airy, exactly what I needed.Lilian styled my hair in an elegant updo, and her makeup skills.... Chef kiss.With my ivory dress, my eyelids brushed with soft gold, and nude lipstick, I looked every bit like the sassy woman I envisioned. I had also swapped out my previous perfume for a more bold fragrance, blackcurrant laced with deep rose. Soft, but sharp.“I feel different,” I said to Lilian with a smile on my face. She mirrored my expression, her blue eyes sparkling the way they do when she's happy.“I hope this works.” I picked up the folder on my dresser. The one we've been working on for four days. “It will work out just fine,” she as