Beauty and her Beast:The Don's obsession -
Chapter 33 - 32: Planner
Chapter 33: Chapter 32: Planner
Bella’s pov
He had decided to take me to a very luxurious looking restuarant and after that asked me what I wanted to which I just slowly shrug my shoulders to show how disinterested I am.
The dinner was fabulous, with different cuisines and I ate till I was feeling slightly happy.
"Baby" Raffaele calls out and I look at the man who is my captor.
"I got you something" With that he signals and a man wairing a waiter’s uniform walks towards us with a paper bag, we are currently in a very secluded area, with the place and table decorated.
"Open it" Raffaele urges, his expression that of a an eager child who is waiting to see a present.
At that momomemt I quickly confirm something.
The Don is bipolar.
After that I just open the gift box and I am stunned to find jewelry, a very beautiful set at that.
"Do you like it" He asks again with the same eager look and I smile slightly while nodding my head.
We finish the dinner and I think that is when Mr sherlocks remembered I don’t have anything of my choice and decided to take me shopping.
That is also how it begins.....
I sigh out loud in relief while looking around the shopping center with a huge victorious smile stretched on my lips.
After skillfully dropping my clothes at the shopping center, I rushed back and convinced the girl to have me change into the jeans and top with sneakers while I ditch the original dress.
"Thank you" I say while putting on the face cap and turning to hug her.
"Take these" I say handing her the earrings as I know they are expensive.
With that I run out outside with the back pack which contains the money I skillfully took away from that devil.
Flashback .....
After trying on a very tight black mini dress, I stare at myself in the mirror which is placed in the private changing room.
I stare at myself and my gaze roams round, though I look considerably healthier the shine in my eyes is dimmed.
I continue starring when I feel arms at my side,I am shock and attempt to move away but the hold he has on me only tightens and he doesnt let go.
"Breathtaking" is what he whispers all the while holding my body close to his like a breathe that matters.
I smile slowly at him and I can see a confused look in his eyes which he quickly discards and is replaced with a look of pure desire when I place my hand on his face and rub gently.
I tremble internally as I have no idea what I am doing but just decide to keep up the act.
’You can do it’
I tell myself and lean my face closer to his ’it’ll be a lie if I say I aint affected from all the touching but I know I shouldn’t’.
"Bella" It comes out with a warning tone but the unmistakable excitement and desire is unable to be hidden even by a strong man such as Raffaele Vincenti.
At that moment I understood while the downfall of many powerful men have been women.
Placing my lips on his after hesitating for a nano second but felt like a life time, I feel him freeze against me and I do just about the same thing.
Slowly his senses seem to return as he tightens his hold around my waist, pulling my body impossibly closer. So close that the space remaining cannot even fit a paper.
"Mmh" it comes put before I can control myself, not when such a powerful man is currently worshipping my lips with his in the most sinful way.
My hand moves on its own accord and find their way behind his head and the other moves down his strong rigid chest.
It is only when I feel a firm grip on my ass cheek does my senses come back and I remember the plan.
Running my hand through his long hair and tugging, I move my other hand to the pocket of his suit pants he is wearing.
And that is how the first part of my plan became successful.
End of flashback.
After lying about needing the washroom and putting on the most convincing face I can, I was allowed out alone and that was how I ran away from the man but stayed close enough to witness them searching for me.
While they were at him, I could literally feel the anger radiating off the man in waves.
He barks out orders and there is a gun evident in his hands in broad daylight as they march around and at that moment I concluded the man is simply fearless and untouchable.
"You look like Belle" A small childish voice says and that is when I return back to reality.
Standing in a corner close to a bakery, I never realised that there is a mother holding the hands of her three year old looking son who has a doughnut in hand and is smiling at me showing his front missing teeth.
The mother has on an apologetic look on her face.
"I-thank you dear and you look like prince charming" I say squating down to stare at him.
The noy giggles and looks at the mother who looks apologetic.
"I am so sorry" She apologies and I smile at her before shaking my head.
"It’s nothing" I say with a light giggle
"Are you ok" She asks with hesitation evident in her tone and I look at her confused.
"I am why" I answer.
We don’t go bearing our problems to the world.
"You are crying dear" That is when I quickly raise my hand to touch my face and indeed there are tears present and I am crying or rather was crying.
Quickly wiping my tears I shake my head at her and stand up.
"I-thank you, I’d get going" I say quickly and turn to walk away only to feel a gentle touch on my shoulder.
"Do you need help" She asks and it catches me offguard.
Are there good people present on planet earth.
And that is how I found myself following a stranger to her house.
Though one of the weirdest thing to do as an Adult, I definetely needed her help.
I am stunned when we pull up to the huge gates that lead to a three storey stony mansion.
I turn back to look at Emilia who is the kind stranger and she passes me a comforting smile.
"My husband is not at home but when he comes back from handling business then I assure you he will help" She says with a look of adoration in her eyes at the mention of her husband.
I mutter a small thank you and the bentley we are currently sitting in rolls into the huge compound.
Her side of the door is opened by a guard and that is when I notice that the place is also heavily guarded.
"Come Rosa" She says and holds out a hand which I gladly hold.
"Aunty Rose" Evan her son calls out while starring up at me.
"Hmm" I answer starring at the very smart and cute kid.
"Are you going to stay with us" He questions and his mom turns to glare at him.
I can see that she is outspoken, something her son got from her but each time he speaks she looks shocked.
"E stop disturbing your aunt" The way she says it instantly melts my heart.
The woman is one of the nicest I have come across and I cannot help but wonder just how nice her husband is .
"Thank you very much Emilia" I say when we settle inside the huge house.
I am still trying to digest that I had just literaly followed a stranger up to her house without confirming if I am going to be kidnapped again or simply in bigger trouble.
It’s better to be kidnapped by this kind woman and her cute son than to stay with that beast of a man who only smiles when he is about to do something evil.
Instantly, I see different types of food served in front of me with snacks and watch how she orders her servants around, telling them what is to be done.
I stare around the homey huge living room.
"Go get a room ready for my friend here please" she says to a servant who is passing by and the servant nods respectfully before walking away towards the stairs.
I turn to face Emilia and hold her hand in a gentle yet firm grasp.
"Thank you very much Emilia, it’s truly a blessing that I ended up meeting a very kind soul like you and I promise to find a way to repay this kind gesture" I say with a teary smile as I feel my heart warming.
"Oh please, what are girls for" She says with a dismiss smile before starting to lead me to the couch.
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