Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ✰
"𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬"
Friday came around very quickly.
The week flew past like a gust of wind and my nerves had only risen every passing day.
Roman was gone for the rest of the week. But I was too preoccupied to think about it, due to my thoughts jumbling with the fact that I was going on a literal date with him.
I'd only ever gone on one date before. A boy from my sophomore year, we dated for a few months until we both realised we weren't really working. We both weren't feeling it, so it was a mutual breakup.
Dates and all that other stuff have never been my thing, or at least I've never given it a try. Because whenever I was asked out, they only wanted sex. So, unless I wanted to have some 'fun,' I turned down every guy.
To say I'm freaking out would be an understatement.
I informed Kara about it, and she stated that she would simply cover for me. The plan was for me to stay the night at Kara's, which will happen after the date, and then return home the next day.
This weekend, both our brothers were gone; Aydan was assisting Nicolo with a business matter that included my father. Everyone was out of the house this weekend, which was all that mattered.
I was sitting on my bed, watching Kara search through my wardrobe, muttering to herself about what was nice and what wasn't.
"Kara, you've been on dates, right? What did you do or say...." I mumble nervously.
She laughed while inspecting a skirt, "Well, most dates I went on turned out to be a quick fuck by the end of the night."
She quickly snapped her head to me and pointed a finger, "Which is not what I want for you,"
I sigh and slump down on my bed and stare at the ceiling, "I know," I say, "My stomach is feeling like crap right now,"
She laughed again, and I heard her approach me. She dropped down next to me on the bed and laid on her stomach.
"It's normal to be nervous, especially when it's with someone you genuinely like," She smiled.
I huff and look down at her, "I don't like the feeling,"
Her hand came to my cheeks, squeezing them together and looks at me sternly, "You're Arabella fucking Malik, you can do this,"
