Dylan
I make my way up to my bedroom still in my running clothes. I drag my hand along the right wall so I wouldn't get lost as I count the doors. My room is the third door on my right... or is it the fourth?
I get to the third door and grip the doorknob uncertainly. I turn and yank the door open. What I saw had my cheeks turning bright red and my eyes bugging out of my head.
They were both butt-ass naked.
Emilia had her legs wrapped around his bare hips. Her hair disheveled and the scent of sex hitting me hard at the door.
"Dylan?"
I slammed the door shut, spinning around and speed-walking to my room
Dylan Ugh! How could I want to shoot someone and fuck them at the same time? It doesn't make any sense. After my intense run-in with Enzo this morning I wonder into what could only be described as a man cave. Music blasted off of speakers I have yet to actually see. A gigantic tv hung from the wall playing Anime porno no one was watching and beer cans were littered all over the floor. It reminded me of a frat house, but instead of hyperactive jocks, there were trigger-happy gangsters in Armani suits. I leaned against the doorframe watching the boys around the pool table. Nino was pissing about his loss and Vince was casually drinking brandy as he watched them, brooding... like always.
Dylan The house is alive with people hustling about trying to get decorations up for the party tomorrow. I almost walk into some men carrying a chandelier. They didn't recognize me as one of the Correttis so I got a good word or two about how I should watch where I'm going. I just woke up so I don't have the energy to return the favor. Instead, I ignored them and just went on my way. In nothing but my pajama shorts and a thin silky robe I wandered into the kitchen. He was there, dressed impeccably in one of his many dark suits, leaning against the counter, a glass of coffee in one hand and the new paper in the other. He looks up when I enter. His dark , unreadable eyes rake over me shamelessly and my skin tingles at his attention. "Good morning," I murmured
DylanI squeeze into the black number as my nerves for tonight threaten to make itself known in the form of my retching in the nearest washroom. The dress I chose hugged my curves, not leaving much to the imagination. It was sexy and I felt confident wearing it. It made me feel as though I could take on anything.My hair was delicately styled by one of Emilia's beauticians, the same asshole who gave me bangs. My hair came to a loose knot at the base of my neck, and he allowed a few tendrils loose framing my bangs. He also did my makeup, not too glamourous like I requested. He used natural colors and painted my lips a pretty nude to compliment my dress.All in all, I hardly looked like myself.I looked over at
Dylan "What the hell was that!" Enzo roared slamming my bedroom door behind him. He'd followed me in here after the guests had trickled out at the end of dinner. His glared at followed me the entire time. I snuck out early to avoid the blowout I was sure was coming after my stunt with Nino at the table but of course, Enzo's fury has its own honing device. I gave him a bland look. "I don't understand what the big deal is. No one saw us." "It doesn't matter. You are my girlfriend, not his--" "Fake girlfriend," I reminded him. "We had a deal." "You don't have to remind me." His jaw ticked and he folded h
Dylan My eyes flutter open. I look around the room and sigh. My sub-conscience wouldn't let me rest in this unfamiliar place. I miss my bed. I miss snacking on Doritos in said bed, then Natalie yelling at me for the mess. I sit up in my bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, only to almost jump out of my skin when I find someone leaning against my doorframe. I squinted through the dark and make out the outline of a man. He steps further into the room, where the moonlight filters through the balcony but my heart didn't stop racing even after I realised who it was. "Enzo? What are you doing in here?" I pull the sheet up in an attempt to cover myself. I was
Dylan Our adventure wasn't over. After the nightclub, he took me to a candy factory. I quirked an eyebrow as I studied the impending structure. "Did you bring me here to meet Willy Wonka?" "I fired him last week. I don't tolerate snorting on the job." I feigned a gasp, "Did you-- Did notorious crime boss Enzo Corretti make yet another joke? You're on a roll this week, huh, Bossman?" "Dylan." "Yes?" "Stop talking." "Yes, sir," I saluted. With one last glare, he made for the factory. Stepping in the
Dylan I glide through the water, letting it clean my sweaty limps from this morning's run with Malachai. We've started running every morning. He'd come by my room and together we would sneak out through the back door in the kitchen and jog along the path. I looked forward to it actually. Compared to everyone else in the house, Malachai was a squishy toy. I mean, don't get me wrong, he could kill you in 0.5 seconds but when he wants to be, he's really easy to get along with. "I've been looking for you," Came Enzo's gruff voice from behind me. I pause, looking over at him at the edge of the pool. He was in his usual dark suit, looking down at me like I was the most annoying thing in the world. I grin swimming over to him. I folded my arms over the edge and ga
Dylan We were out before the police got there. As soon as we got home, Enzo marched to his office and locked himself in there with the guys without one word to me. He seemed to know something about the attack and he was deliberately leaving me in the dark. I stared at his dark mahogany office doors, the same doors being guarded by two dudes. Both look like they could floor me into hell if I got too close. Fed up of sitting on my hands, I squared my shoulders and got too close. I needed to talk to Enzo and if it means getting my ass handed to me by a couple of thugs so be it. They barely glanced over me as I stood before them. "Hello, criminals. I'm just going to cruise on by. Nothing to see here, gonna ha