Pantalone X Dottore Novels & Stories

He just riches so well from the Armani suit he wears to the Patek watch, Dante’s aura alone screamed rich. “I didn’t think I’d find you here” I was startled unaware of Dante’s presence. Turning around, he was leaning on the door frame with his hands in his pocket looking so handsome wearing grey joggers and a white tee that perfectly hug his sculpted body. I don’t think he has bad hair days, always sleeked to the back and even when not sleeked it looked sexy as hell like now. “Uhmm I just decided to have dinner here” I said fully facing him. “Have you had dinner yet?” I asked to which he nodded No to. So I moved to microwaving his food and dishing it out to him.

Adonis sat closer to the still lifeless Caitrona in a new set of casual clothes. White T-shirt, plain blue jean and brown slippers. "Caitrona..." He whispers, holding her arm to his face. He turns to look at the doctor that was standing next to him. "How's the development of the antidote coming along?" The doctor mutters. "I... I deeply apologize, Signor Dellucci, we have made some progress, but efficiency testing is still in progress. However, since there are many uncertainties, we may still need some time..."

Classic ER chaos. Dr. Pelligrini was already pulling on his gloves like he was the star of some medical drama. His face was serious and his hair too perfect. “Scalpel,” he said coolly, holding out his hand like he was about to carve a roast. I stood off to the side, staring at the blood seeping through Damiano’s chest dressing. The glass was still lodged there, close to the heart. Too close. He also had a tattoo of a hand on his chest, which was weird.

I could sense the excitement in his voice. "I'm on my way to the lift!" I also told him. As I reached the first floor, I saw a Paul Castillo, who was more handsome than ever. He was wearing plain faded blue long sleeves, which hem was rolled up a bit, showing his strong wrists. I had no idea if he deliberately unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, showing the little hair on his broad chest. Wow, I could tell he was working out. The fitted rugged jeans also complimented his strong, long legs. How could I tell that this doctor friend of mine was hiding some hotness in those white lab gowns and buggy doctor's pants?

“All Miss Valentina wears is dresses.” “It’s better than what I was wearing,” I said. He gave me a side-eye before shuffling through the stack until he found one he was satisfied with. “What does she wear in the winter?” he asked. “Still this, sir,” the maid responded. “With thigh-high boots.” “Of course,” Domenico said sourly. “What are you going to wear?” I asked Domenico as he pulled open a chest of drawers. I blinked, watching as he slipped on some underwear and an undershirt, then moved to the closet, emerging with a charcoal suit.

Afraid and a little bit scared as well, to be honest. Since when did I get this worse? Dammit, Dom. You’re really the death of my confidence too. “Do you need any help, Miss?” I looked up from the dresses to stare at the guy, who was, for no reason whatsoever, smiling. “Err...” “Let me see.” He took it upon himself and reached for a Dolce and Gabbana piece. “This is perfect for you. I think the gold and red will compliment your brown eyes beautifully, and that skin of—”

A one-night self-reward to help her erase whatever stupid feelings she thought she had for a mafia boss who didn’t know how to spell softness. Dante reached the last step. He was in a dark shirt and black pants, simple, nothing too official, but somehow the man still looked like danger dressed itself. He stopped when he noticed her staring. His eyes dragged down her body like he was checking what he touched last night. Then he cleared his throat. A slow, wicked smile pulled at his lips. “You want another round before work?” Iris blinked fast. Her throat went dry. She forced a laugh. It came out dry like sand.

He placed his hand lightly on the back of her chair. “You look stressed,” he said smoothly. “Maybe I can help with that.” Lila sighed heavily and was about to tell both of them to leave her alone when a familiar voice cut through the noise. “She said she’s not interested.” Both men turned. Damien stood there, his expression calm but firm. He was wearing a simple black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and he looked like he had just come from somewhere. His eyes moved between the two men before settling on them with quiet warning.

Enrico asked, "What kind? Should I have a tailor flown in from Lendorwich to take your measurements?" "No. Skip the big labels. Just light-colored clothes from the mall." So, the Don of the Valenti family, a man known for his cold restraint and aristocratic polish, shed his severe formal wear. He put on a beige knit sweater and casual pants. The look sat wrong on him. Dante copied what Augusto did. He went alone to Silvia's favorite bakery to stand in line. The line was long, mostly young students and couples. He waited among them, tall enough to feel like a threat.

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