"What are you doing with my daughter?" A low growl thunders over my head, and I look up to see a blonde haired blue eyed monster of a man towering over me. "Daddy!" Luella jumps up, her big green eyes gazing up at him as she grabs his legs and grins at him. "This is my angel! She saved me from the wicked witch!" Luella grins, showing her big wide smile full of happiness. The man, however, continued to stare at me, his forest green eyes narrowed. My favourite colour, forest green, yet he made it so full of resentment.
I stand and dust of my dress, lowering my head and saying "My apologies, sir. I did not mean to worry you. Luella and I were simply talking." I keep my eyes on the top of Luella's head, staring at her two bunches of light brown hair, little curls at the end making her even cuter. "By wicked witch, you mean your nanny Ema. And by angel, you mean...." He pauses, and I lift my head to look up at him, his ruffled blonde hair falling over one eye as he tilts his head to the side. "I'm Maia Carro. Head fashion designer and CEO of MC fashion." I smile thinly, letting my eyes narrow as I stare him down.
"A pleasure to meet you, Maia." His smile is colder than his frown, and sends a shiver down my spine as I look at him. I can tell by the look in his eyes that the money that got him here was not earned like I did. It was token, or bribed, and is dirty and tainted. "Luella, I have fired Ema... the witch." He sighs, and runs a hand through his hair, squatting down to speak to his daughter. It's only then I realise how tall he is. Even on his knees he reaches my stomach. He must be well over six foot. The thought makes me feel a bit scared- this man, no matter his height, is still powerful enough to be surrounded by six bodyguards. He must be one filthy rich motherfucker. I take their private conversation as a chance to edit, but before I can walk away, Luella's voice calls out. "Maia? Where are you going?" I turn back to the small child, watching her stare up at me admiringly. I lower myself to her height, tucking a ringlet behind her ear. "Outside- I need a breath of fresh air."
The air outside is cool to my bare arms, and soon goosebumps rise over my neck. I stand in silencer, looking out into the countryside surrounding us. The sun had long since set, and the stars where visible thanks to no light pollution. "Wonderful night, isn't it?" A familiar voice called out, and I whisk around, spotting Luella's dad staring at me. "Ahh it you... I forgot to ask your name?" I say, tiling my head to the side, my loose curls cascading over my neck and down my back. I watch the man's gaze flick to my neck, then to my hair, then back up to my eyes. "Camilo Von Dario, at your service."
He reaches into his pocket, his hand re-emerging with a packet of pre rolled. I hold back my eye roll. Pre rolled seems like such a posh thing to buy. Popping one into his mouth, he holds the lighter up, failing to light it with his one free hand, the other holding a glass of Prosecco. "Shit.." i step forward, gesturing to the lighter. He hands it over, and I flick it, a flame appearing at the top. I hold it to the fag in his mouth, letting it light up. Before I can step back, he blows a ring of smoke into my face, and I wrinkle my nose.
"You want some?" He takes it out his mouth, but I shake my head, walking back over to the balcony side. "I don't smoke anymore." I say simply, letting us descend into a uncomfortable silence.
"You know, your the first woman since.. since Luella's mum died... that she let befriend her. Every girlfriend, nanny... any lady, she rejects." Camilo says, and I turn round, tilting my head upwards. "I'm sorry for your loss. If you want to know, she reminded me of my little sister. That's why we got on well." I say, stepping closer to him. He sits down on the balcony bench, and gestures to me to join him. "How old is your sister?" He asks as I place myself on the wooden seating. "How old was. She died age 4." I turn my head to face him, and his eyes glow with empathy. "Your sorry for my loss and I'm sorry for yours..." he turns his head down.
"I want to ask you, Maia." He shuffles closer, so close our thighs and arms are touching. Even though I don't want to notice, I feel his warmth radiating off him, his hard muscles through his expensive suit. Gucci, I think. "Since your the first woman she's ever let close..." He tilts his head towards mine, our eyes staring into each other's souls. I can see the yellow hazel of my eyes reflected in the green of his, and the colours combined together remind me of the rainforest. His slopping nose almost touching mine, his pink lips near enough to kiss. "Will you... work for me?"
Authors note: sorry about this being short and a cliffhanger haha don't forget to vote and please like, so I can remember to write, thank youu <33
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Ruthless riches
RomanceWhen Maia Carro invests in making her own fashion company she doesn't expect it to go well, especially with her history of bad luck. But in just a month she earns millions, and by the end of the year is classed as a new money billionaire. Now she mu...
