Tamed by his Personal Assistant, his only Obessesion. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Vincenzo's POV I notice her eyes begin to tear up as she witnesses everything going on. As much as I was disappointed in Aurora I couldn't say I was completely shocked. In simple terms, my cousin is a bitch. A salty bitch who enjoys poking her nose in other people's business when she's least needed. Without hesitation, I step onto the runway. I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder walking us backstage. “What are you doing?” Aurora questions, but I continue walking straight ahead. I open an empty changing room and lock the door making sure no one can enter. I drop her on the hot pink couch and sit next to her. The room is filled with her sobbing and heartbreak. I try my best not to snap so I look around the room and realize everything about this room is pink. The plant is pink, the carpet is pink, the lightning is pink. Everything is pink. “I am slut.” She finally speaks up. “No, you're not.” I say trying to debunk her lie. “I am. Everyone that works for you thinks it. Yo

Alicia's P.O.V“What about this?” She asks, holding up a black lingerie. “Anything girl. I don't care, we are maxing out his credit card.” I laugh picking out a bunch more lingerie and throwing it in the basket. “Why are you actually doing this?” She asks, putting random shoes in the cart. “Just to piss him off.” I shrug. “I know he'll get mad so it will be worth it.”We both share a small laugh before we fall silent. “Listen, Amelia. I didn't actually mean to not tell you about your boyfriend flirting with me. I was just scared of what would have happened to us. Just know that I did not do anything.” I explain. “I know.” She sighs. “He tried to hit on more of my friends. I am just so sorry that I never came to you to apologize. I'm sorry.” I smile at her and throw myself at her, hugging her tightly. “Thank you.” I whisper. “Can we just go back to making this man bankrupt?” She exclaims picking out more items. I gave her an evil grin knowingly as I pick up a designer handbag.

Alicia's POVHe spend a lot of time away from me not because he has business to attend to. It was because of her. Every time he was in the house he was with her or in his room. Since I didn't want to bother them or make it look like I was jealous, I just stay out of his way so I guess she won after all. “It wasn't going to last.” Amelia shrugs. “Don't worry, we'll find you another yummy dessert.” She grins picking up her phone as she bits her lips. She shows me a picture of someone and I suddenly start smiling. “Wow, he is so cute.” I coo at the picture. “I know right, I think he's famous.” She giggles. “Hmm and those muscles.” I smirk at the picture of Goofy from Mickey mouse. “Give me his number!” I beg sarcastically. We both share a brief laugh before she stops us. “Okay, but for real. Get changed. We are going to the strip club I work at.” She informs, walking into my closet. I follow her with a shocked look on my face. “Strip club?” I ask, uneasy. She brings out a red demi

Alicia's POVOf recent, he spent more time in his room instead of going out. I wasn't with him as much as I use to be and the house kind of felt quieter now well except for when Claire comes around. He did his therapy sessions in his room now. He has been ignoring me for a week and half and we only spoke when it was time for his meals or when it was extremely neccessary and even then the conversations were short. I knock on his door and I hear her voice from inside. She was here again. I push the door open and I step inside to see her sitting comfortable on his bed like she owned the place with that annoying smile on her face. I am still holding on to the tray of food in my hands when I feel her smirking at me. Oh, how I wanted her to choke on his food. “Baby, breakfast is here.” She calls out sweetly, loud and fake. She glances over at me with a wicked grin and I just scoff at her. He walks out of the bathroom with only boxers on. His hair was still damp and there was water drippin

Arabella's P.O.V “Then you have to tell me the truth about where you came from, Arabella.” He states. “What else do you want to know, dumbass. I don't know anything else. I grew up in an orphanage and Amelia was my only family. Happy?” I ramble. “Yeah well, I learnt that when you first came to the orphanage you were speaking Italian, explain that.” He commands getting up from his bed to come closer to me. “How am I meant to remember stuff from when I was five? I ask accidentally dropping the plate between us. We both hear as it shatters onto the ground which made my hear skip a bit. “I'm so sorry.” I say, bending down and quickly picking up the pieces. “Stop, you'll cut yourself.” He says following my actions. He was right, I pricked my finger. “Damn it.” I curse under my breath. He grabs my finger and examines it. He helps me up and I follow him to his bathroom. He runs my finger under cold water and grabs some paper towel, turns off the tap and then dabs my finger gently. “I