💮͓̽His Mistress💮

My New Beginning.

Angel's Point Of View

As I stepped off the plane and into the bustling Los Angeles airport, a mix of nerves and excitement buzzed through me.

My eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on a tall man in a crisp black suit, holding a sign with my name neatly printed on it.

I swallowed hard and walked toward him, suddenly hyper-aware of how surreal this moment felt.

Up close, he was even more striking—his blonde hair slicked back with precision, a pair of dark shades masking his expression.

There was something effortlessly composed about him, like he had done this a hundred times before. Meanwhile, my heart was still racing from the flight.

"Ms. Caribello?" He asked, his voice deep and professional.

I managed a nod, gripping the strap of my bag a little tighter.

Without missing a beat, he took my luggage, handling it with practiced ease, then gestured toward a sleek white car waiting at the curb.

So this was it. My new beginning.

He effortlessly lifted my luggage and led me to a sleek white car parked nearby.

Once inside the vehicle, I glanced out the window as we drove towards the hotel where I would be staying during my work on the project with Mr. D'Amano.

The scenery whizzed by, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this was going to be a crazy chapter of my life.

Upon arriving at the hotel, the man—who I now realized was my escort—helped me unload my things at the security checkpoint for proper check in, and guided me through the elegant lobby.

I felt the weight of my luggage lift as we made our way to the elevator.

When the doors opened, I was met with a stunning view of the city, its vibrant energy spilling into the luxurious surroundings.

Mr. D'Amano sure had a fondness for glass buildings, and the panoramic view stole my breath away.

The man retrieved a black card from his pocket and placed it on the door knob, triggering a soft beep that unlocked the door.

As we stepped into the penthouse, I was immediately awed by the expansive and chic living room.

Every corner was adorned in pristine white, except for the lush green carpet that anchored the space. A floral scent filled the air, making me feel oddly at home.

"Wow," I whispered, taking it all in. The man cleared his throat, pulling me back to reality.

"This is where you'll be staying, Ms. Caribello, until Mr. D'Amano says otherwise. Your belongings will be sent to you shortly after being checked at security. You have a meeting with him tomorrow."

"Sir, can you tell Mr. D'Amano I can't stay here for long? I don't have a huge amount of money to pay for a place as expe...." I began to protest, but he cut me off.

"It's his penthouse, Ms. Caribello. You need to stay here because you're working on one of his projects, so consider it free."

He turned to leave before I could respond, and I let out a frustrated huff.

"Uptight much?" I mumbled, plopping onto the plush sofa.

Minutes later, a lady from the security team delivered my luggage.

I took it up to my room, arranging my belongings in the wardrobe before changing into a more comfortable outfit.

As I settled in, a message from Red popped up on my phone, wishing me good luck with the project. But despite my attempts to sleep, my mind was consumed with thoughts of Raul D'Amano.