Surprise! I just published a FULL, completed story here on Wattpad. It's called Allure, and I think my dark romance girlies are going to love it.
Tropes: billionaire, mafia, forbidden love
Definitely a MATURE rating. Enjoy this sneak peek ;)
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"Who, exactly, is your father?"
"Lorenzo Castillo."
Dante's muscles tense ever so slightly at the mention of my father's name. There is a sense of hesitation that crosses his eyes, leaving them as quickly as it arrived. I do not let the subtle response go unnoticed. No, instead, I take mental note of it. He definitely knows something. The real test will be if he is willing to share his information.
"I am unaware of any business between our fathers," Dante insists. The words leave his mouth flawlessly. Void of any tells of dishonesty. But body language is everything in this industry, and I happen to be very good at reading it.
Just like Papá taught me.
I feign boredom. "In that case, I apologize for wasting your time. My condolences for your loss," I add. I stand up from my chair and don't bother to pull my skirt down as I start sauntering away.
Men are predictable creatures. Even without looking, I can feel Dante's gaze at my back. If I were to turn around right now, I would find his eyes slowly drifting down my back and to the toned body I have built through years of training. I walk slowly and give him a few seconds to take in the view before I turn back around to face him. My eyes meet his right as they return back to my head from their journey down south.
"Except," I muse, "I don't think you're telling me the truth, Mr. Cyril."
