Attracted to His Cold

Chapter 9

"What are you doing here?" I ask stunned by the beauty of the literal God.

He was in a black shirt, his blazer unbuttoned, and perfectly fitted trousers. His flawlessly tied black tie was shining from the light in my house.

"Zio is stuck with the press, so he sent me before I arrived. Come on." he turns around and walks to the limousine parked up.

As he's getting in, I see him talking to someone and a black dress catches my eye.

He has a date.

Of course he does.

I roll my eyes at his coldness and get in the back, sitting away from both of them.

The woman is a drop dead beauty. Her straight black hair lays flawlessly behind her back, her chocolate brown eyes are captivating, and she the way the dress hugs her body makes her look so curvy.

"Un'altra puttana, Cole? Veramente?" [Another whore, Cole? Really?] she interrogates him.

"Stai zitto. Lei è la P.A. di zio." [Shut up. She's uncle's P.A.] he mutters.

"Oh. Vedo. Che bel cambiamento." [Oh. I see. What a nice change.] she sarcastically states.

"Parli italiano, amore?" [You speak Italian, love?] she asks, turning to me.

"No, not fluently. I only understand a few simple phrases." The lie rolls off my tongue.

I've been pretending not to be able to understand anything for the past year now. But I understand and speak it fluently because of how long I've been here, but they don't need to know that.

"Not a problem at all. So, how long have you been working for mi zio?"

The interrogation lasted for the whole ride and I answered them the same as I did for Livia.

I found out that she isn't Cole's date, but his stunning sister. She's kind, warm and fun.

I wonder why all of that skipped him.

Once we got there, she got out first. Lights and flashes start going crazy.

Paparazzi?!

Nonononononono!

I can NOT have photos taken of me. My breathing starts picking up slightly.

"Relax bella, you'll be fine."

Hey, there's that joke again! Perfect.

"Stay here, I'll get the door." he mumbles getting out.

By the time he gets round to me, my breathing returns to normal and I brace myself for the photos.

It'll be fine. They can't tell it's me.

I try convincing myself, failing.

Cole opens the door and I take his hand, getting out.

"Just play along." he whispers as I stand up.

He holds his arm out and I hesitantly take his arm, looping mine around his. A strange sense of safety and security washes through me, but I shake it off.

The hell is wrong with me?

We walk in, Cole ignoring any and all questions directed at me and him, and we walk into the mansion.

"Holy crap. This place is huge." I gape, taking in the exquisite design.

"Tell me about it. We only use this mansion for events like this. Other than that, it just sits here collecting dust." he shrugs.