Perfectly broken

Chapter 16

Dante's pov:

We are flying above the city of New York after exactly two hours from our take off in Sicilly.

After glancing through my side window for the whole flight and acting like Anastasia, who is sitting right next to me, wasn't here, I decide to steel few glances at her.

I swiftly turn my head in her direction. She is looking out of her side window. Her black gown sparkling even in the low light.

When I first lied my eyes on her earlier, I was truly speechless. She was so fucking gorgeous. It was like the dress was made specifically for her to wear. From the way it shows every single curve in her body to its neckline that showed to top of her breasts.

I would lie if it didn't make me feel jealous of every man who would look at her tonight and I wished I could break the neck of each one of them.

Its like she notices me staring at her for too long and she turns her head to me. Our eyes lock for a moment before I break our eye contact.

Minutes later, we land on the top of the building where the venue is located. We get out of the helicopter. The wind here is so high that Anastasia's dress flies away revealing her long stunning legs. I catch one of the stuff staring at her and I send him a glare making him immediately look away from her.

This will be a tough night !

We get on the elevator. Anastasia looks at her reflection on the mirror. From the corner of my eye, I steel few glances at her. She is reapplying her red lipstick. That fucking red lipstick that tants me so damn much every time time puts it on. It makes me want to kiss her lips and get a taste of them.

And suddenly, the smell of her perfume fills the air between us. It's fucking everywhere. With each breath I take, my lungs get filled with her scent.

Why can't this elevator move quickly? Why the hell does it take an eternity to reach the first floor ?

When we reach the floor where the gala is held, after what seemed like an eternity, relief fills me. The door of the lift opens and I get out first. After making the few steps, I wait for Anastasia to get out and join me.

She stands right next to me. I offer her my arm. If it wasn't for the public eye, I would never willingly attend an event with her. I have a plan to follow and that doesn't include me travelling around from a country to another and partying with her.

Usually, for such an event, I just show up alone for an hour or even less just to make a quick appearance then I leave. The overcrowded places have never been my favourite.

She looks down at my arm for a few seconds before slipping hers around it and locking our arms. Then, we head to the ball room.

Before we step in, I stop walking. She looks at me offering me an irritated look. I know that she is not dying to be here with me either. But, even so, I need to remind her of what we really are just like what I did before the press conference.

"Remember that from this now on whatever I do is fake and just for the show." I say coldly.

She brings her free hand to her chest and the red diamond of her rings shines under the bright lights of the hall. "Oh really ! I thought we were madly in love with each other." She says sarcastically.

"It's just a reminder. Now, let's get this finished with before I loose my mind from spending too much time with you."

As soon as we get in the ball room, we engage in multiple conversations. People, that I know or others that I don't, come to me either to discuss business in which I keep the talk short since Anastasia is here listening carefully to what I am saying, or to congratulate us on our recent wedding.