Enzo

Chapter 25

Enzo's Pov:

Gorgeous. Beautiful. Magnificent. A Goddess.
These words seem insufficient when describing Ava. I've never met a woman so intriguing and beautiful. She's just amazing.

I watched her from across the hall as she laughed to whatever the old fox was saying. Her pearly white teeth showing as she threw her head back in laughter. That smile, I could do anything to see it forever.

When I saw her coming down from those stairs, she was strikingly beautiful, I expected nothing more. I felt my heart beating crazily and butterflies in my belly. Something I never thought would happen to me in my entire life, it felt so unique and new.

I, Enzo Moretti the mafia king was having butterflies, that too because of a woman, how ironic.

I could barely understand myself around her, it's like everytime I see her I wanted nothing more than to hold her in my arms, inhale her scent and kiss her. It was so comforting like it was my safe place.

I can't believe she made me nervous, to the point that I couldn't form a proper sentence. No one has ever made me nervous, but this red hair did it so effortlessly and that too while looking beautiful.

Ava doesn't know the control she has over me, I've never felt so vulnerable or out of control in my life. If there's one thing I love, it's being in control. But that doesn't seem to be the case with Ava, only if she knew that she has me wrapped around her fingers, I could burn the whole world just for her.

I took a sip of the sorry excuse of a champagne they served here, I never wanted to come to this party. But I couldn't stay away either, I couldn't get the image of Ava in that dress out of my head.

The stylist did a good job but Ava made the look, the gown hugged her luscious curves perfectly, clinging to all the right places. Her hair was packed in a bun but I rather much preferred it flowing down her shoulders.

The dress held her breast tightly as they threatened to spill out of the cups that trapped them. The thought of my hands squeezing and holding them made my cock throb with need.

I was watching her like some sort of creepy stalker, something I found myself doing quite often these past few days.

She is so naive, she has no idea that I usually sneak up to her room to watch her sleep or that I secretly had cameras in her room so that I could watch her whenever i wanted to.

Call me crazy .

I have no idea what to call this obsession I have for her. This attraction or whatever it was, was maddening.

I tried staying away and burying myself in work as whatever this was, goes against my every principle. But that didn't work out as it only resulted in me having many sleepless nights.

The way I feel whenever I'm with her, I hated and craved it at the same time. It's so confusing.

I shoved the glass in my hand to a waiter before walking over to her. She was now standing alone and I can't wait to hold her in my arms.

"Hey baby, how have you been". Kimberly said as she blocked my path.

This Bitch. What's she doing here? Does this old fox invite anyone to his party.

I ignored her and tried walking away but instead she blocked my path again.

This fool surely wants to die.

"Don't tell me that since you got married, you've forgotten all about the fun we use to have together". She rubbed those scaly claws she called hands over my chest.