Soren Bianchi [+18]

12. A Knife

Aurora Daniels

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I was extremely frantic. Running around like a chicken without its head. The day of the exhibition arrived, and this was my first time hosting the exhibition.

In the few months that I had been here, all I did was set up, plan, and coordinate. Never did I have to host one. So, you can imagine my spastic state, as I frantically tried on dresses but nothing seemed good enough.  I bought 7 new dresses and I hated almost every single one of them. Before this, I even raided Adrianne's closet to find something sophisticated to wear.

My hair was done, I went to the salon earlier to get waves done in my hair. After I finished the final touches of my makeup, I picked up my phone and saw a message from Soren.

Soren: I am on my way, La mia Principessa.

I hated his punctuality. Just because I said we were leaving at 5 pm there was no reason for him to show up at 5 pm.  Luckily, I said earlier than the actual start time, because lord knows  I would've been late. The event started at 7 pm, but I wanted to get there a bit early to ensure everything looked exactly the way I planned. But thankfully,  I had Suzy who had graciously offered to update me on the exhibition before my arrival.

The lock of my door switched and I was about to flip my shit. Soren made himself a key because he said that it was the safer option. But also because he claimed he didn't want anyone to knock on my door and have me open it with just a towel on.

He thinks I have people just banging on my door 24/7, when in reality my only friend here lives like 15 minutes away from me and she never comes over. As for my cousin? She still reached out to me, but I only ever talk to her when my niece wants to speak to me.

"I'm not fucking ready!" I screamed, leaving my room to be met with an extremely handsome Soren. Dressed in his tailored suit that hugged his strong build and delicious arms. As usual, he was dressed in a black suit, crisp white shirt, black tie, and shiny shoes.

"I know, Amore." He chuckled, walking over to me to kiss me. His hands rubbed my bare arms as he stared down at my underwear-clad body. He licked his lips before attaching them to my neck. A small hum left my mouth when his teeth grazed against the skin between my neck and shoulder. His hands roamed my body harshly, gripping my hips and eventually moving down to my ass.

"Soren, I need to get ready." I groaned.

His hands left me immediately and he shot me a sceptical look, "Amore," he said, looking at his wristwatch, "You said 5 pm." He tapped the glass on the watch face.

"Yeah, I just said that so I wouldn't be late!" I threw my hands up in disbelief before turning around and stomping to my room.

I grabbed my two final dress options from my bed and made my way back to Soren, who had made himself at home on my couch like he usually did.

"Which one?" I asked, holding the hangers in front of him. He placed his phone down on the cushion next to him and looked up at me.

"The black one." He said with a knowing smile, obviously wanting us to be colour-coordinated.

Cliché.

This black dress was both elegant and daring, featuring a high slit that added a touch of allure. The one-shoulder design exudes sophistication, perfect for a host, while the extra fabric elements cascaded gracefully down my legs and one shoulder, adding flair to my figure and features.

I paired the dress with strappy heels. As per usual the look was only complete until my gold jewellery kissed my skin. My fingers were decorated intensely with a ring on each finger, some having more rings than others. My neck was sporting my two simple and thin stacked necklaces, my watch was gold and finally small gold hoop earrings.