"The necklace alone around my neck is worth a million dollars, what makes you think I'd ever fuck you for a thousand?" She shot back as he let out a deep sensual chuckle.
"Smart girl" his finger pulled out from between her legs and he leaned agains...
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Sofia Zanetti - POV:
I woke up to not just the vibrating of my phone but also someone banging on my door, hard.
"Open the door Sof!" Sebastians voice loud on the other end of the door. I pulled myself out of bed, rubbing my eyes. I winced in pain as my head felt like someone had just slammed it against a brick wall. I walked over to the door, unlocking it.
"What?" He gave me a pointed look before barging passed me and into my room.
"You should be getting ready, it's 2pm" he said staring up at the clock which hung on one side of my bedroom wall.
"For what?" I said as I brushed through my hair which was a mess.
I knew exactly what he was talking about. Eye roll.
"Papas going to go fucking crazy, you need to get you ass downstairs"
I ignored his comment, as I brushed my teeth.
"Sebastian" I called out. He hummed in response.
"You love me right and would do anything for me right?" I said, mouth full of toothpaste.
"Yes. What do you want?" He narrowed his eyes at me, knowing damn well I was about to say something crazy.
"If I told you to shoot me right now would you be able to do it" and as expected he gave me a look that said I was fucking insane.
"I'm not fucking shooting you Sof."
"I can't get married to this man. I don't even know him." I rolled my eyes, rinsing my mouth. "He's probably the same age as papa who fucks anyone and everyone, he probably has undiscovered diseases!" I complained, throwing myself onto the bed. Sebastian chuckled, as he played with one of my pearl necklaces he snatched from my dresser.
"I wish I could have a say in this Sof, but you know Papa." He said going towards the door. "And trust me he's not the same age as papa. So get ready in 30 or papa will actually come execute me with his own hands because of you" he said simply before leaving the rooms
"I'll just shoot myself then!"
As childish as it sounded, I decided to take my sweet time in getting ready.
After taking one of the longest showers ever I got out, wrapping a silk robe around myself. I then proceeded on blow drying my hair, then tied it into a low pony tail and then into a sophisticated bun.
I began to do my makeup, keeping it simple. As much as I hated what was happening, I wanted to look good. I'd rather look presentable than embarrass my family.
There was a white Dolce & Gabbana bag sitting at the floor of my bed, I was guessing my mother had left it last night. Funny how she hasn't even come up here yet.
I pulled open the tissue paper, and took out the satin dress which sat inside. The material was soft and rich.
It was gorgeous. Too gorgeous, that I wanted to put it away and wear something else I had in my wardrobe but I knew mama would throw a fit as usual.
I sighed and slipped on the dress, it was sophisticated and elegant. It reached mid thigh and the neckline wasn't too extravagant.
"Sofia Isabella Zanetti!" I could hear my mother's voice behind my door. I stood right outside, watching as she opened it. She seemed a bit taken back as she saw me all dressed up. As if she wasn't expecting it. Her eyes travelled up and down my body, before she gave me a grin.
"Beautiful. Come on." She said pulling my hand, dragging me with her.
"Him and his father have been waiting for 3 hours for you!"
Good.
I entered the office, with Santino besides me. I felt like an object which in a pawn shop, everyone's eyes on me. There were two men who stood up, I avoided to look in the direction of the taller one just yet. I knew it was Lorenzo Russo.
My eyes fell on the older man who sat on one of the leather chairs. Similar age to my father, he had dark grey hair, light wrinkles on his forehead. A thin smile on his face.
"Luciano, this is my Daughter, Sofia" my father introduced.
"Pleasure to finally meet you Sofia. I have heard a lot about you" he stood up, taking my hand for a handshake.
"Good things I hope" I let out a sweet laugh, when in reality I wanted to cry and vomit. I shook the old mans hand. He had deep brown eyes and long dark hair which silvered at the top.
"Sofia this is Enzo Russo" my father introduced. I turned in his direction, not looking up at his face instead focusing on his suit. Saint Laurent.
"Enzo, My daughter Sofia"
He took my hand in his, his hand nearly double the size of mine, he pulled it to his mouth placing a kiss on the top. I pulled away still avoiding his gaze which I could feel on me.
My eyes wondered over his body instead. He definitely worked out a lot. He wore a three piece black suit with a crisp white shirt, complimenting his tall muscular frame. He had to be taller than 6ft2, judging by the fact that from where I stood he towered over me. I wasn't even short, I stood at 5ft10 with heels on.
I moved back, my gaze fixated on my Papa who held a stern look.
"The two of you can go to the drawing room in a few minutes to talk" papa said, giving me eyes said i best not fumble this.
