Mr. Mafia's Bodyguard

Chapter twenty-six

I found myself walking around the compound, admiring the flowers. It was evening, the sky was orange as the sun set. I starred at the bright blue flowers whose name I couldn't say. I heard faint foot steps behind me. It sounded like the person didn't want me to know he was approaching. I spun on my heels immediately, my eyes meeting with blue ones.

"Stephano." I whispered.

"You have been avoiding me." He said, his tone firm and pissed.

"No I haven't." I lied.

"Don't give me that Ariana." He stalked towards me, his eyes dark and never leaving mine.

I felt my cheeks flushed as he stood so close to me, I could smell his cologne, it was a fresh, manly, seductive smell.
We were barely a feet apart now. He was in his suit, his hair was tousled, I could tell he was going out or maybe just returned.

"I am serious." I replied, trying my best to be firm.

"Then why were you so shocked to see me? Why were you rarely down for dinner? Why do you take the other way when you see me coming?" He asked, slowly, taking his time and leaving a gap between every question. And with each question, he got so close to me we were almost touching.

He towered over me, I kept my head angled to look into his pained eyes.

"It's all in your mind Stephano, I..." I rambled.

"Is it the kiss Ariana?" He cut me in.

I froze, a deep blush appearing on my cheeks as I thought about it. His eyes drew me in, they looked... Hurt.
Yes it was the kiss, I couldn't bring myself to face him since the night. It's been a week, and I just didn't know how to act around him. I felt so embarrassed.

"No..."

"Don't lie to me Ariana."

I breathed, a deep inhalation of air through my lips.

"Maybe." I whispered.

"Why? Are you emberassed? I kissed you back Ariana, don't you recall?" He breathed.

I looked away from his eyes. I couldn't recall, but it wasn't really helping.

"It doesn't matter Stephano. What matters is... It was wrong and should never happen again." I sighed.

"Really?" He asked. I didn't answer, or look up. "Well, you know what's even more wrong?" He asked, his eyes glimmering with emotions.

"What?" I whispered.

"The fact that I want to do it again." He breathed.

My eyes shot up.

I felt his arms snake around my waist. His eyes never leaving mine, I felt my heart rise and fall in my chest rapidly, and arousal spark in me as he starred down at my lips. Licking and biting his lower lip seductively.

I gazed at those pink lips. I felt him lower his head and capture my lips in his, he started slowly, I couldn't bring myself to resist. I closed my eyes, savouring the feeling of his lips around mine.
He quickened his pace slowly. His other hand crawling up to my hair. My hands were on his chest at this point. His smell engulfing my senses. This felt good.

My eyes snapped open immediately. No, not again.

I pushed him firmly off me.

My face flushed, his lips slightly swollen.

"Not again, Stephano. We shouldn't be doing this." I whispered.

He starred at me with those blue eyes of his and unreadable emotion travelling through them.