𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚
25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him.
𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬
20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth per...
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Sighing in content, I tighten my arms around my pillow, relishing the feeling of how warm it felt. The weather outside is really hazy and dark today. The fluffy blankets and pillows around me only made me feel more sleepy.
However, before I could drift into sleep again, my supposed 'pillow' started moving. A low laugh vibrated near my ear, as I snapped my eyes open in realisation.
"Slept well, love?" Elliott mused, leaning down to kiss my nose.
I unwrapped my arms from his wide torso and scramble away, pressing my back against the headboard. After what happened yesterday, the last thing I expected him to do was smile at me. With my eyes wide, I curse myself internally and fight the urge to slap myself for hugging him. That wasn't my pillow, it was his freaking torso.
He clasped his fingers around my wrist and pulled me down to his chest, burying his face into my shoulder. I remained stiff in my place, heart hammering against my ribcage. He is being weirdly gentle and clingy.
"I am sorry." He mumbled suddenly against my skin, making me freeze. "I shouldn't have done that last night. When I saw you in there with his file, I just-"
Elliott released an exasperated sigh, lifting his head up to meet my eyes. His chartreuse eyes were genuine and soft, almost tricking me into thinking that he is actually being honest. "I am so sorry, love. As your husband, I should have never raised my hand on you. It was wrong and I truly apologise for that."
I stared at him with eyes wide in disbelief, thinking if he was bipolar or something. Elliott, who never apologised after hurting me before, is now saying sorry for a mere slap? He is acting like as if slapping is the worst thing he ever did to me.
"So, as an apology, I will be making breakfast for you." Elliott announced, sitting up against the headboard and pulling me over his lap. "And after eating, we will be going out. I cancelled all my meetings to spend the day with you. Isn't that great?"
I force myself to smile, nodding slowly in reply while screaming no in my head. This is a disaster. A whole day stuck with Elliott? This is the worst day ever. His sudden change in behaviour is so unsettling and scary. All these apologies and sweet words are so out of character of him.
He smiled at my positive reply, cupping my face in his palms and placing a soft kiss on my lips. I remained unresponsive, like always, and waited for him to pull away. He did after a minute and squeezed my hand gently.
"Freshen up quickly, hm? I will be in the kitchen." He gripped my hips and placed me down beside him, before getting up from the king-sized bed. I immediately looked away once I realised he was shirtless and only in a grey sweatpant. He chuckled at my actions and shook his head lightly.
