Azalea Faye Larau - The sweetheart socialite with a fire underneath and an up and coming ballet dancer in London striving to stay afloat in an ocean of sharks, all the while dealing with heartbreak and loss.
Harlan Emeric Marchetti - The Italian Maf...
"I scratch your head, you fall asleep, like a tattooed golden retriever."
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I can't believe we almost kissed.
That was all I could think about as I brushed my hands over my outfit and looked once more in the mirror before walking out.
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I'm still freaking out on the inside, but if there's anything I'm good at, it's putting up a façade. And that is exactly what I'm doing right now as we sit side by side in his car and make our way to where he works.
"We're here, Mr. Marchetti." I hear Isaac say from the front and snap out of my daze, watching Harlan get out and hold his hand out to me.
Without giving anything away as best as I can, I take his hand and let him help me out, instantly blinded by a flashing camera as Harlan's arm goes around me to cover me on instinct.
"Get rid of them." He tells Isaac with an annoyed look who nods and informs some of his other men, all of them standing around as Isaac scans the perimeter all the while I look at the three imposing buildings in front of me, all of which belonged to Harlan.
Slowly, I raise my head and watch the towering skyscraper glint in the sunlight as I put a hand to shade my eyes.
"Welcome to your empire, Ms. Larau." Harlan's hand finds the small of my back when I tilt my head up to look at him.
"You mean yours?" I raised a brow when he smirks subtly.
"I mean ours." He says with finality in his tone and I look back ahead as he leads me inside and when we enter, a well-dressed woman with a beaming smile steps up to us.
"It's good to see you, Mr. Marchetti, and welcome, Ms. Larau, we hope you have a pleasant visit." She hands me a bouquet of flowers which I take with a small smile her way.
"Thank you." I say gratefully, smiling at the flowers in my hands as Harlan leads me further and towards the elevator. I keep my head high even though the stares and whispers were more than annoying, not willing to give them any moment of weakness.
