The Devils Daughter | ✔️

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A few days later.

I walk down the street, that just so happens to be outside Enzo's house, okay fine I'm walking by to see if I can see him. I dodge the traffic of people, as Enzo lives near Times Square so the flow of people at 3pm on the weekend was extremely heavy.

My guard is tailing a few feet behind me, far enough away so that it doesn't look obvious. I glanced to the doors of his building, seeing the woman from the magazines with Enzo walking out, her neck red and face splotchy. I stare at her, my mind whirring with possibilities.

Was he telling the truth?

Has he broken up with her because of me?

Endless thoughts race through my mind as I watch her get into a car, not before finding my eyes and narrowing hers, probably wondering why I was staring up at her. I watch as the car races off down the road, staring at the ground, I have now stopped walking and an elderly woman shoves past me, in the New York rush.

I move to the side of the path and look up to the top of his building, shielding my eyes from the blaring sun. I feel like I am being watched for some reason but when I look around all I see are people practically racing round the sidewalk. I shrug to myself and carry on walking, realising I'm not going to see Enzo.

I feel a hand brush against my upper-back and flinch.

"Miss Lopez, I'm sorry for making you jump but there is a man running out of that building over there and I was wondering if that is the man you're looking for?" My bodyguard informs me, making me snap my head up to look at the doors of the building.

I see Enzo running out, darting in and out of the stand-still cars, coming towards me. A smile graces my lips as I wait for him to meet me, he reaches me on the sidewalk. I wipe the smile off of my lips when I remember I'm mad at him though.

"What do you want" I sass at him as I assess his outfit choice, hmm interesting. He is dressed in black semi-formal trousers, a blue and white striped t-shirt and dark green Jordan's, doesn't really match babes.

"Don't give me attitude Lila, I saw you looking up at the building a minute ago, I was watching you" he replies in a stern voice, making me clench my thighs together as I feel my panties dampen.

Fuck his mean voice really turns me on.

That must be why I felt like I was being watched earlier, it was just Enzo.

He places his foot between my legs and kicks them open, he must've seen me squeeze them together. He bends down so his lips are brushing against the shell of my ear, "keep your legs open princess"

I blush, feeling even more turned on if that's even possible. I try and seem nonchalant by rolling my eyes at his command.

"Lila. How many times do i have to tell you to stop rolling your eyes at me", he says, playfully glaring at me, "the next time you'll be rolling your eyes back will be because of something else" he winks at me.