Seraphina Angela, infamously known as 'The Ruby Cadillac' is the original heiress to the throne of her father's mafia, which is partnered with the leading king & queen of the Italian mafia; Carter Fenix and Delilah Fiora Fenix. Seraphina isn't a reg...
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note: me being the wattpad reader and writer I am, I believe that brushing in the morning is A VERY IMPORTANT THING... thus, I shall be including it everywhere. Because somehow I don't encounter it in other wattpad books, they will be in mine though 😌 so 'using the washroom' basically equals to brushing, shitting, and whatnot. IF I SEE ANY COMMENTS SAYING EW THEY DIDN'T BRUSH, kindly shut the f up <3 ily :D
Pov: Vincent Salvador
She is the one for me.
I know because that's the only thing I have been able to think about after last night, personally, the best night of my life. And I hope that most of my nights are spent like that because I've never felt more wanted, more cherished, more fulfilled, more myself than with her. She did that and god, it was the best thing ever.
That was the best sex I've had, it was so different with her, it was so much more passionate yet loving? I felt so complete, more than ever and it wasn't even the mind-blowing sex, it was her. It's like she was the missing piece to my incomplete life which has been the broken apart puzzle.
My mind wanders over every thought about the both of us while she pulls me closer to her in her sleep, I've been awake not longer than a few minutes or so, I can see the rays of morning sunshine peeking through the blinds and I smile to myself.
For once, since she's in my arms, I don't regret the day ahead of me. With her, waking up is such an easy thing to do.
After our second round yesterday, we were both tired, her way more than me so I carried her to the shower because she couldn't walk properly. My fault, she's probably going to be sore this morning too, I should get her something to eat.
My thoughts are interrupted by the ringing of my phone across the damn room, my eyes widen the moment Seraphina's body starts stirring in my arms and a soft whine leaves her mouth, if I don't pick up the phone it's going to wake her up.
I lightly push her hand off my chest and slip out of the covers, I lean over her figure and admire the way she's sleeping so peacefully yet hilariously with her hands tucked under the pillow, one leg under the duvet, and the other one sticking out of it. Her hair is in a messy braid and her back is facing me, she is so pretty even when she's asleep.
I pull the duvet over her and place a soft kiss on her back, causing her to whimper a bit. I yawn and stretch my arms out, pulling my sweatpants up before making my way to my desk to attend the call.
My eye catches the glimpse of the name of the caller and this isn't what I need first thing in the bloody morning. Emiliano Salvador, for fucks sake.
I look back at my Angel peacefully sleeping and walk out to the balcony, I pick up the call and lean on the railing, "Good morning, hijo [son]" my dad speaks, "Estas dormido? [are you asleep?]" he grumbles and I yawn once more.
