Dahlia Rayne Angelo grew up in the Angelo family. A prestige family that was known for their cold and dominant personalities. Dahlia was sent away at the age of 6 just a year after the death of her sister. She was sent to Russia to be a part of the...
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Dahlia Angelo
How did he know it was me?
I was sure it was Alessandro. I could smell his scent and I could feel his presence.
I stand there staring at the ground deciding on whether or not I should turn around to face him. Eventually, I snap back to reality and turn around to come face to face with a tall muscular man. Black hair, Icy blue eyes, and a bit of a tan.
I look up so that I can see his face more clearly. I'm 5'5 and he's 6'6 so it's a bit of a height difference.
My eyes wander around his body taking in the beauty of it. How can a man be so handsome?
Shut up, Dahlia.
"Dahlia," Alessandro breaks the silence between us. My entire body shivers from his voice.
I bite my lip and continue to look him up and down. "Dahlia," his hard voice earns my attention.
"Yeah?" I meet his eyes. They look like they're piercing through my soul.
"Why are you out of bed?" He asks sounding a bit worried.
Worried?
"I don't see how that's any of your business," I give him a smile without answering the question.
His worried look completely vanishes and turns into a glare. "Dahlia," he warns.
"Fine fine! I couldn't sleep." I roll my eyes at him.
"Fix your attitude gattina," He smirks.
Gattina?
I roll my eyes once again not giving a shit about what he said.
"Sit," he sits on the grass and stretches his legs out. Alessandro pats his hand on the ground gesturing for me to sit down.
I shake my head not wanting to sit on the cold ground and instead, I go to turn around. I feel a hand on my ankle before I fall to the ground. "Alessandro!" I yelled.
He laughed and turned my way.
Damn, asshole.
He smiles up at the sky and then looks back at me. His gaze makes me uneasy.
"Why are you out here?" I ask the dumbest question of course.
