I sat in my room, reading a romance novel I borrowed from Stephie. I wouldn't really say reading. I just kept my eyes on the pages, skimming my eyes all through it. My mind was somewhere else. Thinking and calculating my next actions. I wanted to know what this Russian deal was.
A hard knock came on the door.
"Come in." I answered in the same tone as the knock. The same stiffness.
The door was pushed open really quick, Stephano walked in. He was wearing a tailored suit. Black.
My eyes skimmed all over him. He looked good. There was a cigarette in his left hand. Freshly lit. I had never seen him smoke before.
His hair was combed. His eyes were hard and focused on me. Sitting on my bed with my knees raised.
"We are going out." He said after a brief moment of silence.
"Okay." I answered dryly. "What do you want me to wear?"
He tossed me a dress I didn't notice he was holding.
I picked it up. It was black, I noticed the low waistline.
"I won't wear it." I swallowed. My voice didn't waver. I was pissed, pissed he would make me wear it knowing why I wouldn't.
"Why?" He asked.
"You know why." I replied harshly.
I didn't look at him. I stared hardly at the dress in my hands.
He was quiet, I expected him to yell at me for being so harsh. To make me wear the dress or worse, slap me.
"Okay." He answered, his voice calm. "It's the scars isn't it?"
I didn't answer.
"I will have my sister get you another. She picked it out for you, she didn't know. " He said.
I was stunned. The smell of the cigarette filling my room.
I looked up at him, my eyes soft.
"Thank you." I whispered.
"No problem bambina. You got nerve though, talking to me like that." He smirked, humour dancing in his blue eyes. His plump lips letting out the smoke.
Was he high?
"What's the occasion?" I asked.
"We are going out for dinner." He answered.
"How come?" The words ran out my mouth before I could stop them.
Their Grandma always had food ready.
"It's Sophia's birthday. Quinn is taking her out for dinner and we are going along." He answered.
"I will get dressed." I said, sliding off the bed.
"Go to Stephie's room, tell her the dress doesn't fit." He walked out.
I walked out too, heading for her room.
I knocked, her chirpy voice answered. I pushed the door open, she was wearing a beautiful red dress.
Her face was heavy with make up. She looked older. He lips shimerring red.
Her hair was curled and allowed to spray down her back.
"Ariana?" She asked.
"Yeah? The dress doesn't fit." I spoke.
"Well, I suspected that it wouldn't. You are thick." She winked.
I chuckled.
"Luckily... I have another. On the bed over there." She pointed.
I walked up to the bed picking up the red clothing. I walked back to my room, putting it on.
YOU ARE READING
Mr. Mafia's Bodyguard
Romance"Stop fighting it so much Ari, I know you want me just as much as I want you." His lustful voice was like a whisper, his hot breath caressing my face as his dark blue eyes captured mine. Everything screamed at me to give into him, open my mouth and...
