Sweet Girl (BWWM)

Chapter Three

Third Person.
Iyesha shivered as the cold silver pendent fell against her skin. Saint hooks the clasp and let her hair fall back down and frame her face.

Spinning her around, he whispered.
"Bellissimo,"
Iyesha's brown skin presented a deep blush.

The necklace, the one he had ordered her not to open was a silver pendent charm with an rose quartz in the center— her favorite gem. How he knew, was something she didn't have the answer to.

After the whole. "Do it." That honestly surprised both of them, Iyesha had grown quiet. Probably embarrassed at her outburst. She didn't know why she was allowing this man to make her react the was she was to him. She kept repeating "He's just a man, he's just a man." In her head but she knew that simply just wasn't the truth.

He was a strong, powerful, dominant man and for some reason he had his eyes set on her— for the moment.

They were now back in her place. Santo felt a tug at his pant leg. Looking down his face now held a frown. He didn't like cats. Romeo meowed loudly until Iyesha picked him up.
"He likes you."
Iyesha cooed and rubbed Romeo's tummy.

"I don't like him, or cats in general."
Iyesha mugged him.

"Red flag."
As if him being apart of the mafia wasn't enough.

"Not the first, not the last. But you like it."
His signature smirk creeped upon his face.

"You wish."
She mumbled.

"Oh really, miss "do it."?"
He shot back.

She placed Romeo down.
"Doesn't look like you're doing much of anything to me?"
She challenged. She felt heat radiating off of him. He didn't know where this sudden spark of sass was coming from but he was enjoying it.

"You wouldn't be able to handle it, would you?"
He crept closer and closed the gap between the two.

"Looks like you'll have to find out."
Those doe like eyes of hers drew him in closer.

She watched his eyes darken. She didn't know if she should be scared or excited.
A deep chuckled rolled from the back of his throat. His hand crept up her neck then it gripped firmly.
"Iyesha you have no idea what you are getting yourself into."

Iyesha said nothing, just stared him in his eyes. She was too stunned to speak. What was she getting herself into? With Santo Genovese especially.

Two months later.

Since that night in her apartment Santo couldn't get Iyesha out of his mind. He would call, but she would never answer. Maybe he had scared her away.

He sat at his desk as visions of Iyesha ran rampant through his head. That body of hers was enticing, those eyes— every time she  looked up at him he felt a tug at his heart strings. It was something about this girl, he couldn't put his finger on it. All he knew was Iyesha Arden would be his.

"Saint!"
Disturbing him from his thoughts he heard his cousin, Giovanni called his name.

"Ehh!"
Santo wanted to wave him off, but if it concerned business he would allow it.

"Your father wants you in his office."
Saint felt his mood drop immediately. His father was someone he looked up to but despised greatly.

Getting up from his desk he brushed past Giovanni and sulked to his father's office.
"There he is."
The smile on father's face deeply disturbed him. It was unusual. He wanted something from his son.

"Father."
He kept it short, not so sweet.

"There has been talk about connections between the Genovese mob family and our dear brothers, the La Genta family. Mr. La Genta has a daughter, a young beautiful daughter. And to make these connections fin-"
Santo shook his head. Always some bullshit.

"I'll stop you there, there will be no connection with the La Genta family that involves me marrying anyone I do no choose. As underboss I can decline the offer. Find other ways to much these connections you talk about. "

Saint watched his father's face change from joy to anger.
"Ragazzino inutile."
His father, Giuseppe mumbled under his breath.

Deciding against getting into an argument with his father— which would more than likely escalate into a fist fight, Saint decided to head on out.

•••••••

Iyesha was too busy cleaning up stems and leaves from the ground to notice Santo's figure slip into her shop. A smile crept onto his face as he stood near the door, he watched the rose quartz dangle from her neck and sway side to side as she swept the pile of leaves and stems into the dust pan.

Iyesha's eyes widened as the tall figure straddled  her. She slightly calmed when she noticed it was Santo, but she was still on edge.
She had been trying her best to avoid him. Every call, every text, no response.

There was something about Saint Genovese that was unsettling. His mysteriousness , his interest in her, his way with words, his business, and of course his dislike of cats. He was bad news, danger. Every red flag in the book was present in Saint Genovese. But there was also something about that danger what was enticing.

Iyesha had always lived life simply, the good girl next door. The sweet innocent church girl, straight A's, goodie two shoes. It was time for some spice in her life.

"Sweet girl, timid are we?"
He kept closer to her, soon he was breathing down her neck.

He felt her heartbeat pick up pace. She stayed quiet, what she was thinking? Ignoring Saint in his own city? Big mistake homegirl.

He removed the broom from her hand and pressed her against the glass display behind the counter. Feeling her breath get stuck in the back of her throat, it began to feel like a sauna in the small florist shop. She refused to meet his eyes, his graze was harsh, dominating.

Using his index finger he turned her face to his, forcing their eyes to meet. Her eyes were like a window into her soul. He loved her eyes behind those glasses of hers.

Iyesha watched a smirk grace his face, daring her to look away.
"You've been ignoring me Iyesha. I'm not very appreciative of that. Hmm."
He hummed.

Searching for words, Iyesha came up empty handed. Saint watched the fear swallow her whole. He didn't liked it, people fearing him was something he fed off of. It was how he kept control, but he didn't want Iyesha to be afraid of him.

"No, don't be scared. I'm not that scary. Is that why you're ignoring me? You're scared of me? Is that it?"
He searched her eyes for an answer, and he found it.

She nodded slowly.
"I won't hurt you."
He sounded sincere as his thumb traced her lips.

"Okay."
Iyesha barely spoke above a whisper.

Taking ahold of her face, he planted a kiss on her lips. And as Iyesha tried not fight the kiss, it allowed him to dominate it. Hearing her soft moan against his lips, he slipped his tongue into her mouth— catching her my surprise.

Saint pulled away first.
"So sweet."

S.C 💕