11 | Eyes Don't lie

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Nico

I so don't want to be here, but I have to. I was planning on leaving immediately the dinner was announced, but I felt the need to stay. I tried convincing myself that it wasn't because of her. But I knew too well that it was.

As I approached, the dining table assigned to me, nobody dared to sit first unless I had taken my seat. I went across the table, then I found Pablo's name, the sit next to her's had a card that states, his plus one [Pablo's plus one]

Then I moved to the seat immediately next to hers, picked the name card 'Kelvin Monroe' I tossed it to the flow, drew the seat backwards and sat on it.

There was a deafening silence filling the room. I couldn't take it.

"Everyone sit, Now!"

Immediately I heard chairs scraping the floor, as they'll hurried to take their sits. I looked over to the guy, Kelvin whose sit I had taken. He was standing close to my previous seat. I just gave him a nod and he quickly sat down.

I looked to my right, the seat was empty, I clenched my jaw, Hard. Why the fuck won't she sit down, I wanted to command her to seat, but she did so herself.

I heard her sigh, is she nervous around me?

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Few hours later.

A few men had tried to talk to me, but I blew them off with short responses.

"Oh Mr. Salvatore, You know that my little Mindy just turned 18?" I clenched my jaw, knowing the implication of his words, this pedophilic bitch, why the fuck should I be interested in his stupid bimbo daughter that had had many plastic surgeries that I couldn't count with my fucking fingers.

"Didn't your mother teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" I asked, gazing at him with cold eyes.

"I-i-i am sorry Capo, I-i-i-i didn't mean to upset you"

I wanted to reply him but Dante beat me up to it.

"If you really are sorry, you'd shut up"
I smirked, Dante does know me so well.

I turned my gaze to look at the beauty besides me. I had being resisting the urge to look at her, but now that I did, s part of me regrets it and a part of me don't. I am now staring at her cleavage.

Oh fuck

I shut my eyes close and opened them again. My eyes looked down to her thighs, a part of her dress had a slit, it looked soft and warm, all I could think of right now is her legs wrapped around my torso as I kiss her senseless.

I couldn't help it, I placed my hand on her thigh, it was warm and damn she's thick. I could feel her gaze on me, but I acted like I wasn't doing anything wrong. My hand itched to go higher, but I knew my boundaries. My ecstasy was short lived as she swatted my hand away from her thigh. I let out a low groan in frustration.

Just then my eyes trailed down to he lips, those succulent, plump lips, coated with red. It would feel good around my-
Oh no no no no, fuck, what is she doing to me. And to make matters worse she decided to lick her lips, causing her lips to have a glistening effect.

"Oh fucking hell" I saw her smirk, that means she knows what she's doing.
I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration.

Just then she stood up, I looked up to her and my face was met with her fucking ass. Fuck! What is this, she's tearing me apart without even knowing it, all I wanted to do was pin her the fucking table and take her right there and then.

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