Confessions of a Mafia

Chapter Thirteen

Becca

I clutched the chair's arm rest to stop my hands from squirming. If not for the stool, my body would certainly fall onto the wooden floor for the lack of emotional and mental strength to carry on with tonight's fateful event.

"Perfect!"

Jeremiah de Niro, a prominent make up artist slash fashion designer in the country, commended after painting my lips with an expensive rose red coloured lipstick. Yet, his trimmed eyebrows immediately furrowed in concern when he closely examined my face. He is sent by Sebastian Grimaldi early this afternoon to beautify my outward attributes for the celebration later.

Glancing at my reflection in the vanity mirror inside my room, my eyes instantly broadened in surprise upon gazing at the seemingly different person, as if I didn't know her at all. The look of fierceness combined with sheer elegance exudes regality in its finest. Nevertheless, the inauthentic gorgeous appearance ostensibly mocks me, making me swallowed in abhorrence.

"Cara, come on give me your prettiest smile! The smile that will make a Sebastian Grimaldi sweep off his feet!"

Jeremiah says with a radiant smile. I would have complied for courteousness sake, however, I couldn't flash a smile in return even a forced one. Today would be the very first time I'll get to meet Sebastian in person and I'm on the verge of crying in my state of misery. I never intended him to want me, let alone fall in love with me. He is known to be a notorious playboy in the upper class society, dropping beautifully elite women left and right at his convenience. Could someone like him be truly capable in settling down?

"Pardon my manners, but could I just be with myself for few minutes?" I requested, showing deference towards him. He dallied in front of me with visible worried countenance before he defeatedly adhered to my wish.

My eyes returned to the distraught girl in the mirror. However, my gaze suddenly averted to the door when I heard it opened with a grimy sound. Entered in was a figure I longed to see and touch. She just stood behind the door frozen for several seconds. Hence, I beckoned her to make a stride towards where I presently seated.

Freen didn't say a word when she bridged the distance between us, stopping a foot away. The woman just stared at me with a serious expression, but her eyes shimmer with unabashed appreciation. Unbeknownst to me, that her mere presence was all I needed to regain my lost composure.

"Why aren't you dress yet?"

I asked in perplexity after my eyes unintentionally bounced at her overall appearance. The woman is clothed in a plain white shirt topped with a black leather jacket which is then paired with a black jeans and an ankled boots. Her outfit is a far cry from the long gown for women and tuxedo for men dress motif of Sebastian's birthday party.

"I wouldn't participate in the party, but I'll be there in the mansion." She told me whilst her impressive eyes remained on mine.

"Why?"

"I always prefer being in the shadows." Was her simple reply, giving me a small smile right after which made my heart skipped a beat.

"Can you come a little closer?" I asked as my pulses started to speed up.

The woman obeyed by making a step forward and slowly inclined her fresh scented body towards mine. Her hands are making its way on the armrest of my chair as she leans down. My palm automatically reached for her soft cheek, caressing the flesh using my fingers while my eyes danced in pure admiration at her sublime facial features prior fixing my gaze to her reddish lips.

"Kiss me." I ordered breathlessly, my blood instantaneously ricocheting through my veins.

Freen closes the gap by connecting her lips on mine in a supple kiss. We angled our faces to reciprocate each other's buss as we gave into our burning desire. Wanting to deepen the kiss, I tenderly bit her lower lip, then moistened it with the tip of my tongue. Silently asking her for an opening which she welcomed without any delay. My tongue met hers in a zealous clash, fighting for supremacy. Nonetheless, the woman let me win, she always does, when she began to abide with my movements.