24 parts Ongoing Mature❝May I have this dance, darling?❞ A soft chuckle escaped from his lips as he asked for my hand. He was close, way too close. I scoffed as his intense gaze carefully studied the frustration and disbelief that fell on my face.
❝We're really going to do this? Pretend we are that perfect happy couple who have jumped out of a fairy tale to attend this gala? Are you really that delusional Verratti?❞ I asked, my eyes twinkling in amusement, yet fully aware my words were as sharp as a knife.
He deserved this and more, for all the shit he is putting me through.
His smirk dropped as he stared down at me for one full minute, his gaze intense, like he was holding himself back from saying something. He then took a step forward, like he was trying to figure something out.
I was almost convinced my words finally started to have an impact on him, until his face relaxed into a lazy grin as he proceeded to lick his bottom lip.
❝But darling, you seem to have quite the reputation for being the perfect doll in everyone's eyes. It shouldn't be that hard for an elite, versatile actress such as yourself to play the role as that one special gift sent from your family, just for me.❞ His green eyes were dark with amusement as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my earlobe.
I tensed; he took it far. Too fucking far.
❝Fuck you Nikolai.❞ I seethed; my tone laced with venom meant just for him.
His grin slowly turned into a sinister smirk, relentlessly taunting me as he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer towards him. One of his hands wrapped around my waist, the other entwined itself with my remaining hand.
He slowly regained his posture and composure, and whispered softly into my ear, ❝Fuck you too Carla.❞
