Falling (Stefanielle)

Chapter 1

Stefania:Oh yeah the 'miss' reminded me, I'm kind of getting married next monday, are you free to attend the wedding?

Cayson: WHAT?

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Stefania: Cayson please, let's not start a fight right now. 

Cayson: What did you expect?! Should I be laughing at the fact that my best friend had a secret girlfriend for six months now and on top of that she's getting married this monday! Do you even have a wedding dress??

Stefania: No, but I'm going to drop her off in an hour so that she can go and look for a dress with her friends... 

Cayson: And what about you? You know what, that's the thing I hate sometimes when it comes to you. No matter what, you'll always put your girl first. I'm coming back from the club and we're getting you a suit.

Stefania: Cay—

Cayson: Shut up. I'm mad at you already, but I'll try to be a better friend than you are I guess. Meet you in an hour? 

Stefania: Fine. 

Cayson: I can't believe this asshole didn't tell me sooner.

Stefania: I'm still on the line... 

Cayson: And I don't fucking care. 

He ended the call and Stefania could hear someone getting closer. She turned around in her chair just to be attacked by those big blue eyes. "You should tell him the truth, he sounds pretty mad."

The brunette picked up some papers from her table and put them in the bag next to her chair, "Hmm we'll see, are you ready to leave?"

Danielle held the urge back to ask the tall woman what her problem was, but instead just nodded.

"Let's go then, my soon to be wife." Stefania teased, for which she got a scoff in return. She could feel it in her bones that whatever this arrangement was, it wasn't going to end well.

They walked in silence towards the elevator, from time to time the Italian taking a little glance at the blonde. She walked with her head held high, her hips swaying a little more than usual, almost as if on purpose.

Stefania was afraid that Danielle was going to be 'the man' of their house, which she expected would only lead to more fights.

The younger woman pressed the button on the elevator and they stepped in once the doors opened. The brunette for some reason felt intimidated around her. 

"Are you finished with work?" she heard a voice from her left side ask. Stefania could tell even Danielle was nervous by the tone of her voice.

Danielle cleared her throat and looked at the taller woman, the blue eyes only intimidating Stefania even more. The CEO opened her mouth, ready to speak, but closed it again once she noticed the beautiful red dress Danielle was wearing. The dress highlighted every curve of her body so perfectly, that it was almost impossible for the Italian to not take her right then and there.

Stefania had to stop her chain of thoughts before she did or said something she couldn't take back, "No, my father is going to kill me when he finds out I took work home. But I figured you would want to go back to your place so you can go shopping for the dress, which is why we are leaving early." Stefania could see it in Danielle's eyes that she was surprised by her words. The blonde even wanted to say something but the doors of the elevator opened before she could even get a word out.