Mia And Me Vincent Novels & Stories

' don't go, let me feel Roy's presence. Mia said pleadingly. I ignored. Tears had sprung into my eyes and I could hardly push myself as fast as I wanted to. I had foolishly let Vincenzo lead me into the garden, far away from the rest of the pack. Did he want privacy with me or for himself? Why was he acting like he was angry at me over an offense I didn't know I had committed?

Meanwhile, Vincent held back a smile and then walked away, leaving the girl behind. Vincent walked towards the park bench, where Mike and Jake were waiting. Grace went home not long after. After seeing her leave, Vincent turned to Mike. "You guys are dating, right?" said Mike with a flat expression. "What?" Vincent exclaimed in surprise. "Relax; he's just asking. That girl was a witness when you came to her minimarket to buy milk and diapers." Jake responded, chiming in. Vincent took a deep breath and turned away momentarily to look at Kyron.

I said softly. Mia tilted her head. “You okay, Alice? You look a little pale.” “I’m fine,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. They lingered for a moment longer before shrugging and walking away, still chatting animatedly about the rumored couple. As soon as they were gone, I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers against my temples. My pulse thudded quietly in my ears. Of course people would talk. Vincent was a public figure — handsome, powerful, and always in the media’s eyes. And Lilian… she was everything they wanted him to be with. Elegant, connected, beautiful.

My gaze met with a pair of hazel eyes, my mouth parting slightly. "Vincent," I said, taking a step back. His gaze roamed down my body shamelessly, his eyes darkening slightly. He was wearing a dark grey t-shirt and black jeans, his arms and neck fully covered with tattoos. He was tall, taller than Logan by probably an inch. Vincent’s face was covered with a beard, making him look more attractive and dangerous. Vincent is Micah's eldest son and he is 20 years old.

*** Vincent found her twenty minutes later in his study, still in the blazer she'd worn to the meeting, staring at the fireplace like it might tell her something useful. "Hey." He crossed the room and knelt in front of her chair, taking both her hands. "You did that. You held your ground in there." "She wasn't wrong." Mia's voice was smaller than she meant it to be. "About standing closer to the fire." "No." Vincent brought her hands to his mouth, pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "She was wrong about the important part. You're not standing near a fire, Mia. You're the reason it hasn't burned the whole thing down."

I should have found another way to distance myself from her. "How did you get this number?" I asked instead of answering her question. "Does it matter?" Mia said. "I'm calling to tell you that Vincent found me. He has someone with me right now. Someone who was supposed to kill me but instead he's helping me find you." My grip tightened on the phone. "Mia listen to me very carefully. Whatever Vincent told you is a lie. He's using you to get to me." "I know that," Mia said. "But I don't have a choice. He'll kill me if I don't cooperate. So I need you to tell me where you are."

Michael teased, causing her to roll her eyes as he chuckled. ***** Vincent sighed heavily, collapsing onto the couch, feeling frustrated that he had left his business behind to come all the way to San Diego for Marianne, only to realize he couldn’t even win her over on his own. "What does she even see in him? I’m handsome too," he muttered to himself. Back in high school, he and Alexander had even competed for the title of the most handsome.

"You think you can twist this? We know about you and Asteria. You’re the one who cheated!" Vincent flinched, his jaw dropping. But he recovered quickly, stepping up to Miaree, his teeth bared. "You don't know a thing! I'll ruin you both. No one will believe you!" Miaree didn't back down. She stepped closer, her fists balled, forcing him to look down at her. "With what proof? Look at your own dirty hands. Shut your mouth and get out of here." Vincent froze. His eyes darted past Miaree, locking back onto me. He swallowed hard, his throat clicking in the quiet air.

] I stared at the blatant provocation on the screen and expressionlessly deleted the text. Then, I started packing my bags. The next evening. Vincent booked out the entire Michelin-starred restaurant at the top of the Empire State Building. The place was surrounded by Family bodyguards in sharp suits. As a violinist played a melodious tune, Vincent got down on one knee and slid a breathtaking diamond ring onto my finger, his eyes practically dripping with deep devotion. "Mia, you are the only queen of my life. I swear, I am loyal only to you."

(Elena's POV) I looked into Vincent's eyes,swimming with sheer despair.My rational mind was screaming at me to refuse,but some demonic pull deep in my heart made me give in. "Fine,"I heard myself say."Just for a little bit." Vincent's eyes instantly lit up,like a death row inmate receiving a sudden pardon. "Really?You will?"He was babbling with excitement."My...my car is right outside." He turned to lead the way,but because he was rushing so fast,the metal brace on his right leg scraped loudly against the wall,making him stumble.