Affairs Of The Heart

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Chapter 22

I felt terrified as I sat in the living room, staring blankly at the note.

Who was watching me?

Why were they watching me?

How the hell had they gotten into my car?

Could they do that again?

Sighing heavily, I fold the note into quarters and I slide it into my back pocket for later viewing, pushing its thoughts way out of mind, I get to my feet and wipe my sweaty palms onto my jeans, grimacing at the sweat stains.

Gross.

The doorbell goes off, signaling someone outside and I tuck my hair behind my ear as I make my way over to the front door. Prying it open I see a handsome brooding man who didn't look much older than 24.

He was covered in beautiful ink and had a couple piercings here and there, he sported a buzz cut and cold blue eyes that could pierce you open.

He was like your typical everyday bad boy basically.

"Hi, can I help you?" I inquire while looking him up and down, taking in the gray jumpsuit he wore. He looked like those edgy, fresh out of juvie guys.

"Are you Iris Donario?" He returns my question with a question of his own.

"Harding-Donario and yes that's me." I quirk a brow at his rudeness.

He broods some more. "Yeah well, I got the fucking trees you ordered."

And sure enough behind him were at least 3 more guys and a truck of huge ass trees.

"Come in," I mutter, opening the door wider.

He looks over his shoulder and gestures for the guys to follow him, each one as muscular and handsome as the next one.

Why was this almost like a set for a bad porno.

I walk further into the foyer, standing underneath the chandelier, then pointing at the spot where I stood, I instruct.

"The biggest tree, I want here."

They grunt and I continue, walking into the living room and pointing over to the far right corner where the floor to ceiling windows are situated. Already envisioning it all decorated with the star and all. Presents rested underneath.

A true sight to behold really.

"I want the second one right there," I tell them, placing a hand on my hip.

"And the little ones?" The blue-eyed brooder questions, rubbing the back of his neck.

Blinking I mull over it, then it hits me and I know exactly where I'll put them. Motioning for them to follow I lead them down to private Luca's study, pushing the door open I step inside.

His smell instantly hitting me and leaving me mouthwatering, eyes scanning over the room, I search for a suitable place for the tree. Trying to envision just the right place that'll bring cheer to the bland, stern room.