Matteo's point of view
I really fucking prefer staying in the hotel with Ava rather than going to this masquerade ball I was invited.
I'm standing with her as we talked to a young couple that looks like our age, well close enough. I'm more captivated by Ava than what they are talking about. I looked at her and she's smiling as she cautiously listens to them.
Watching her wear that red dress makes me harden. Don't fucking judge me.
But what I even liked about her, its her smile. The one that she gives me every time we wake up, say a joke, or play the piano.
That's why I always give her a flower every days. She always smiles when I give her at least one, like she even appreciates my effort. I do it because of her beautiful fucking smile that makes the most lucky bastard.
I truly am, don't I?
Her smile really proves me that there's always a reason to smile every single day.
Taking her to this trip was because I wanted to give her an experience that her parents couldn't give to her not even a single shitty time.As I saw her cry in the parasailing I didn't think I was breathing anymore. She looked at me with tears in her eyes but then she smiled. That beautiful smile was stretched across her lips lightning up her whole face. Her vivid brown eyes glistened of excitement and happiness. As she began screaming and laughing it made my ears hear her beautiful voice that made me even happier. Her happiness was my happiness. I also screamed with all I had because I really felt I was Mary Poppins flying through the sky with my big ass umbrella.
She laughed softly as the couple told a lame ass joke. It really felt like I had given her everything I had. Everything that I held close to my heart, even my darkest sides and secrets, it was hers now. She came towards me and claimed it. My heart even stuttered when I looked at her look at me. Those beautiful brown eyes filled with hope.
Fucking gorgeous.
A unknown man came toward us with total confidence I could even feel myself. I had already seen him somewhere, but I couldn't remember where. The man had covered his face with a black mask that really hided his features. I tensed as I felt Ava grip my arm tighter giving me a signal of warning.
She knew him too which made me curious who was the man behind that shitty mask. I even felt how her expression changed from uncertainty and nervousness. I knew her signal.
She was afraid of this man for some reason.
Protectiveness overtook me and I all I wanted to do is to take Ava from here. My fucking gut warned me that this wasn't good. I always followed my gut, it has always proved me right and this time was harder than I thought. I heard how she took a deep breath and moved closer to me, like I was her shield.
Baby you're wrong. I'm your big ass army that will always protect you if a motherfucker tries to touch you. A queen like needs protection and that wasn't a problem for me.
"I've heard a lot of you Matteo Giordano. You're one of the most known man from here and I heard you are going to receive tonight an award," the man said.
Guess the asshole did his research. He hadn't heard from me at all, I've encountered many men saying the same shitty lie to me, when I know they made a search.

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The night we met
RomansAva has 17 years old when she runs away from home escaping from bad man who are pursuing her. She meets Matteo Giordano, a 23 year old Italian rich man, in the road were it's the night they met. Will he protect her from the devil? "When the night wa...