Billionaire Blood

chapter 20 - fashion week pt. 2

DANTE MORALES

DAY THREE OF PARIS FASHION WEEK

I was happy seeing my baby sister so involved in Fashion Week. Although I don't like to admit it, I was grateful to Colette Soldano for giving Aria the chance to show off her skills. Aria was exuberant when she ran to tell me that Colette had offered her an internship.

The only bit about this week I don't like is Madelyn Williams. She won't fucking leave me alone. Whenever we watch the show, she finds any excuse to get her hands on me. Not that I'm complaining but I'm in public, and my public persona is that I'm married to Katerina Soldano.

Talking about her, whenever she walks out with Kellan, she always stares into my soul. I can feel her rolling her eyes under those sunglasses she wears. Not that I care. We haven't talked at all except for when I called her 'the best thing that's ever happened to me'.

God why did I fucking say that? And the fact she kissed me on the cheek. And I kissed her forehead. I felt her about to recoil but she stayed at the last second. I sensed the others gawking at us but we had to make it believable. It was truly disgusting kissi-

"Dante, get up," Katerina barks at me, interrupting my wallowing.

"What now?" I sigh.

"We need to work on our PR. People are starting to notice how much Madelyn is cosying up to you," she sneered, "I've had an outfit sent to your room. Put it on and meet me down here in 15 minutes."

"Where is Madelyn anyway? She actually hasn't bothered me all of today," I asked.

"I knocked her out with some sleeping pills. She won't get up for another 5 hours at least."

I grumbled as I went up to my room, my objections to this outing clear to anyone who passed by. I quickly put on the outfit and met Katerina down in 10 minutes.

We started walking to a nearby café when Katerina interlaced her fingers in mine.

"Smile, for fucks sake," she hissed while grinning at me.

"Shut up," I seethed while pretending to laugh at something she said.

Photographers were lining up the streets trying to capture the street style looks. We stopped at a taco food truck, so that photographers could get a 'heart-warming moment' between us. Katerina suddenly turned towards me and came in for a hug with her face never leaving mine.

"Hug... me... back," she said with clear annoyance in her voice. I reluctantly did while bringing my face closer to her forehead.

"I really want to fork your eyes out," I whispered.

"The feeling is mutual, mon beau," she laughed while giving me a kiss on the cheek, "Ok for the finale we're gonna have to kiss for real."

"If you wanted to kiss me that's all you had to say, mi amor," I said while smirking.

"I would rather shoot myself in the mouth," she glared.

She leaned in first surprising me a little. I could taste the raspberry chapstick on her lips. She kissed softly, her hands making her way to my neck. I moved my tongue deeper and bit her lip. I felt her scoff, and she matched my intensity. This kiss had no passion, no feelings, no love... it was all business, it was a PR stunt.

She pulled away first, tilted her head and smirked.

"You look disappointed that I pulled away Dante," she teased, "Were you expecting more?"

She pulled my jacket down and gave me a firm kiss on the lips. I took a quick breath and regained my composure.

"I've had better," I said smirking.