Needle & Thread

Chapter 13 •

I feel you leave me . I hear the door lock behind you, keeping me away from others but never visiting what is yours alone. It is okay though, your presence making sure I've not escaped brings the joy i need for temporary contentment until your next visit.

I heard her voice from my office. She introduced herself with a heavy stutter over her even stronger accent.

I wait for Catalina's call before making any movements toward my suit room.
When I walk down the hall and turn to the door, opening it to look at the girl. She is staring at the mirror in front of her with an almost sorrowful expression.

I can only wonder why.

She introduces herself but I quickly cut her off with a question.
I remember the answer before she replies but revel in her explanation nonetheless.
Her accent has my spine shivering with its delicate whisper.
Normally an accent such as that is harsh and abrupt but hers- hers is almost ethereal.

I put on the suit jacket she is to be tailoring and explain my parameters for her work. They are quite steep but I am choosing to hold her to the same standards as I do Nicolo.

I look down at her eyes and see a pain i wasn't expecting to find.
The Topolina swiftly averts her gaze.

She is going to need to learn the importance of eye contact on this side of the world soon enough, I'd rather it not be too late when she does.
I, almost too harshly, snap at her avoidance in hopes of her learning.

I see her eyes widen and her hands falter at my tone. She seems to doze off for a moment but quickly apologizes for her actions.
Her chin dips low, most certainly trying to hide her emotions.

It takes everything in me not to apologize for my harshness but I know it is only going to make her softer. Nicolo explained his want for her to be a part of his shop, which my business funds.To work under me comes with many encounters with my men- men who act much harsher than me. Within the shop she will be handling with Nicolo, she will encounter many of my men. Soft is not an option.

What a Little mouse she is. My men will tower over her, as do I.
A small part of me wants to ensure her safety and keep her far from these men I work with, while the other knows she will only hurt more in my hold.
Her short stature requires a stool to reach my shoulders without strain and her doll-like hands hold the pins she works with delicately.

I look down to see her hands trembling.
Just as I'm about to stop her work, she pricks me with the needle she's using.
Her eyes grow large and her lips begin to quiver slightly.
She stutters out an apology but I quickly tell her to continue.

Her stutter saddens me slightly but is completely understandable.
She seems to come to conclusions in that little head of hers while she works and lets out a sigh of resolve soon after.

She steps up on a nearby stool, giving me a closer look at her complexion.

Long eyelashes flutter on her cheeks and brow as she focuses on her work. Her lips slightly pout as she concentrates, leaving me to only wonder how they would look smiling.
I quickly avert my gaze as she peers up.

Kinda short, sry ml
Mwah stay safe hun