Mr. Mafia's Bodyguard

Chapter ninteen

Stephano's P. O. V

I tried as much as possible to listen to what Stacey was saying, but I couldn't. I couldn't seem to keep my eyes off Ariana for long, wondering what the hell the bartender was saying that made her smile.
"Stephano are you even listening?" Stacey groaned for the third time this evening.

"Yeah." I smiled, averting my eyes from Ariana. "You were saying something about your ex buying a new house in Miami."

"No, I already left that topic. I am talking about my father wanting a wedding soon." She groaned, frustration vivid in her eyes.

"Oh... I am sorry." I faked.

"It's that bodyguard isn't it?" She frowned, "you can't stop starring at her can you?"
Rage burned through her eyes.

"What makes you say that?" I asked nonchalantly.

"I have seen you stare at her for the past thirty minutes." She snarled. "tell me Stephano, have you fucked already, you fucking dickhead? You could never keep it in your pants could you? She must have been a whore to give into you so easily..."

"You better shut up right now. Watch your tongue or you know what I am capable of." I fumed, starring hardly into her eyes.

She huffed, folding her arms and sulking. I ignored her, eating my food.

Stacey is a spoilt little brat, the only daughter of her parents. My father wanted something from their family, and they wanted me to marry her. I didn't see that happening though.

"What does she have that I don't have?" She asked, rage still burning in her eyes.

"May I eat my meal in peace?" I gave her a blank stare.

"No you may not." She snarled.

I ignored her, eating.

"I will deal with her Stephano." She fumed.

I chuckled, "I will like to see you try."
I knew Ariana was a tough one, a hard egg to crack.

It seemed to aggravate her further.

"She is even fat. Look at me, I am skinny and prettier." Stacey continued to rant.

Curvy, I wanted to correct her. Ariana was not fat. She was very curvy and athletic too. She was strong and smart.

"Why are you trying do hard to ruin our date Stacey?" I groaned.

"I am not. She is, that sick bitch." She snarled.

"Come on Stacey, relax. You are magnificent and you know it." I fake smiled.

I watched her face lit up brightly. She smiled.

"Of course I am. Better than her aren't I?" She grinned.

I simply raised my glass to her and brought it to my lips, sipping the expensive wine.
I didn't want her childish rants getting on my nerves and making me end the night miserably.

From the corner of my eyes I could see Ariana seated, our eyes met for a moment and I averted my gaze. The bartender boy was still talking to her but she looked uninterested.

"Why don't you just get a new bodyguard if you must have one?" Stacey started again.

I looked up from my food, looking at her, I sent as much rage as I could through my eyes.

"For the last time...." Was all I was willing to say for the moment, going back to my meal.

I looked at her, she wasn't eating.