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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✰ Ｒｏｍａｎ ✰
"𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞"
Arabella shifted out of the elevator with her crutches, eyes snapping towards me as she made it out.
"You're here," She said, smiling lightly—the tinge of pink tinting her cream cheeks.
I took a step towards her, looking down at the dress that painted her body.
The midnight blue, velvet fabric hugged her curves significantly. The two thin, silk straps laid unmoved on her shoulders, the fabric dipped at her breasts—appealing my attention more.
She wore black heels, ones that laces around her ankles and the heel itself only being a good three inches.
Her hair was tied back in a low loose ponytail, the hair covering her ears and a few of her straight strands framing her face.
Plump lips were tinted naturally a strawberry pink, coated with balm. Casting back to her gaze, it was obvious the gleam in the grey—I hinted a small smile and pulled her to my body, her hands visibly clutching the handles of the clutches.
"I don't look weird with the bandage on my leg?" She asked, some sort of insecurity in her expression as she glanced down at it.
Lifting her chin, her eyes reach back to me immediately and they widen when my thumb grazed over her bottom lip.
"You look perfect." I said, not one ounce of disdain in my tone. She blushed a light red, making my lips curve into a small smirk at her now shy gaze.
"Thank you," She whispered, her delicate fingers playing with the ends of my collar. "Where are you taking us?"
I shook my head slowly. She frowned but then it quickly got replaced with an eye roll, and I knew she knew.
"Of course, it's a surprise." She sarcastically said, attracting my hands towards her plush ass—in response to her attitude.
Lightly, I smacked one of her cheeks and she jumped slightly—sending me a glare. "Gentle, Roman," She pouted, only making the urge to have her lips to mine more desperately.
Scoffing, I narrow my eyes in on her frame.
"Gentle? You weren't saying that whe—
Her hand clamped over my mouth as her face reddened, I smirked and chuckled—watching closely as her eyes looked around the room.
