"Did I make myself clear, Paris?" He said and put a strand of my hair behind my ear.
I gritted my teeth in anger. He- no I'm the stupid one! How could i let him do that to me. Now he thinks that he has power over me.
"About what, Elias?" I crossed m...
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Sex during a full moon?
I would've never guessed that I would experience it.
It was perfect.
Everything that did last night Elias was perfect.
I woke up in my room since somehow, with weak legs, I made it here yesterday. Elias was laughing at me all the way fo my room but I didn't care.
It was around ten when I went in the kitchen. The breakfast was already served but Tessa was nowhere to be seen, it was just Amelia.
"Good morning." I said just because I didn't want to be rude enough not to greet her.
"Good morning." Amelia muttered.
She looked pretty angry today, even her eyes were kinda puffy, like she was crying and didn't get enough sleep.
Why do you even care, Paris? You know how much of a bitch she is.
I sat down on the table and started eating my Omlette, when someone placed a kiss on my cheek.
"Good morning." Elias startled me when he whispered in my ear.
"Oh, good morning." I smiled softly at him.
Since when is he so sweet?
"How did you sleep?" He asked and took a sip of his coffee.
"Good," I put my palm under my chin. "Very good."
He smirked and raised his brow.
We continued flirting with our gazes, not even caring that Amelia was shooting daggers at our faces.
"I have some very important meeting today wifey, you should wish me luck." Elias said and stood up from his chair, fixing his tie.
I stood up too and went closer to him, putting my arms around his neck. "Good luck, hubby." I placed a small peck on his lips.
A smile creeped up on Elias's face. "See you later." He placed one more kiss on my cheek and hurriedly left the kitchen.
I glanced at Amelia and smirked. She looked like she was about to freaking cry. She was angrily clenching her fists and her lower lip trembled.
"I would like Paccheri al Forno for dinner." I said to her in my italian accent which I was fluent in.
Walking away from her, I started walking upstairs to my room. But I was met with a surprising sight and that was Olivia standing in front of my door. She looked nervous, like she was hesitating to knock on my door. Olivia stood on her tiptoes and just when she brought her hand to knock, she pulled it back.
