Princess?

Chapter 1

Camilla's P. O. V.

"Darling, this is Anthony Genovese. Anthony, this is my daughter, Camilla. Isn't she beautiful?"

Anthony, or Tony, looks me up and down then looks at my father, "Yes, she is. She's perfect. "

My father, Mark, claps his hands together, "Perfect! Tony, you shall stay in New York and court her. Then she will go to France with you. "

I look at my father, "France?!"

Tony steps forward, "You don't want to go to France?"

I shrug, "I've never left America. "

My father kisses my forehead, "France is a great place, Cami. You will go with him and you will love it. "

I nod, keeping quiet. My father looks at Tony, "I shall see how dinner is coming. Perhaps you two could go for a walk?"

Tony nods, "Sure, Mark. "

He holds his arm out to me, "Shall we?"

I take his arm as we walk outside and down the street. His bodyguards are surrounding us as we walk.

"Listen, Camilla, I want to tell you something. I'm not a shop owner-"

I smirk, "I know who you are. "

Tony looks at me in shock, "You do?"

I nod, "You don't think I would do my research on the man I am to marry? I know who you are. "

Tony let's out a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness. I was worried you would be angry. I know most women wouldn't want to marry into the mob. "

I look at him and smirk, "I guess I'm not like most women. "

Laughing, I run ahead. I look back to see Tony laughing, chasing after me. He catches up to me and pulls me into an alley, pushing my back against the wall.

His arms on either side of me, pinning me. I look at him, breathing heavy.

I guess my father could've picked someone worse for me to marry. Tony seems nice and he's VERY attractive.

Tony sets his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes, "I want you to understand something. I'm not going to be like other men in the mob. I'm not going to marry you just so you can provide me an heir. Of course I want that. But I will love you and involve you in my affairs, if you want. I will remain faithful, always. "

I smile, "I want to know what's going on with your business. Please don't worry about protecting me. I want to be involved and be there for you. "

Tony grabs my face and slams his lips on mine. Tony grabs me and lifts me up so I wrap my legs around his waist. We make out for awhile until one of the bodyguards coughs, "Sir"

Tony pulls away, angrily, "What is it?!"

The bodyguard says, "I just got a call. Mark says dinner is ready. "

I let go of Tony and plant my feet on the ground. Tony takes me hand, "Let's go"