Beauty and her Beast:The Don's obsession
Chapter 73 - 72: Date

Chapter 73: Chapter 72: Date

Bella’s pov

The walk towards the elevator is fast and I find myself staring..

We enter the elevator with our fingers linked and hands laced together..

I see his concentration focused on our intertwined hands and a small smile on his lips.

I find myself staring in awe at the man who is worshipping everything about me and I smile.

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Mixed feelings.

We get to the car and he opens the car door for me and I slide in while he does the same.

The driver starts the car and soon our fingers are laced again.

"You must be tired?" Raffaele asks and I look up at him at the same time I find his gaze already focused on me.

I bite my bottom lip, trying to control the smile and also blush threatening to appear.

"Are you?" Raffaele questions again and I nod my head at his words in answer to his words.

Raising our hands to his lips, he plants a peck on the palm of my hand.

I blush and duck my face slightly and I see the smile playing on his own lips.

"What would you like to eat, baby?" He questions, settling our hands on his thighs as he starts playing with mine.

"Anything" I shrug, not really having anything in mind and he looks at me with his eyebrows drawn together.

"Tell me what you want baby" He says and the term of endearment makes her almost look away but she wills herself to hold his gaze just a little longer.

"I’ll have italian" I say and that seems to please him as he chuckles while nodding his head.

"You heard her" That is all he says to the driver who nods and continues driving.

"What would you like?" I decided to engage him in a conversation since he has done the same and it would only be nice if I do the same.

"You" My eyes immediately widen at his words, my heartrate picking up as my cheeks flush a deep crimson.

"Don’t worry baby that will have to wait" his voice is now deeper, the husky tongue not lost but evident and making his italian accent roll out with each word pronounced.

"I’ll have what you are having, baby" He informs me and I nod my head when suddenly an idea strikes me and I turn to face Raffaele with obvious excitement on my face.

"Raffaele" I called out excitedly and I can tell he could sense it too as he turned his body slightly to let me know I had his full attention.

The grin on my face is threatening to become wider than I anticipate and I can see his gaze focused solely on my lips which does something to my already racing heart.

I hesitate at first, questioning myself and if I am bold enough to do that with Don Raffaele.

I might have started becoming comfortable with and around him as I live with him but it doesn’t change the fact he is still the scary don.

He seems to notice my plight as when I finish inhaling and exhaling, his huge hand completely covers mine and he pulls me slightly to himself.

"It’s ok baby" He and that gives me the courage I need to ask.

"Why don’t we do Q and A?" I ask, my voice coming out in a squeal. I am sure my blue eyes are gleaming right now while I wait for his response.

"Mmh" He answers, surprising me.

From how long he took, I thought he’d say no.

"Ok I’ll go first" I say and think deeply about my question.

"What’s your favourite colour" I question even though I could already tell it’s black from how ridiculously filled up his closet is with black clothes.

"Blue" He answers with a serious face, his gaze intense and eye contact staying for decades longer than I’d wish.

"Why is it blue?" I question something really curious and he smirks.

"I believe it’s my turn now tesoro" He says his adam’s apple bobbing with each word and I groan before nodding.

"What is your favourite colour?" He asks and I keep quiet thinking of the question.

"I don’t really have one but I like the mixture of dark and bright colours, let’s say black and gold or silver" I answer and he nods his head slowly at my words.

"My turn" A grin appears and he smiles slightly at that.

"Why is blue your favourite colour?" I question and watch how amusement flickers in his gaze.

"Because it’s the colour of your eyes and they are the best, I don’t just like any type of blue amore but the ones of your eyes especially when you are staring at me with this look that makes me want to do so many things to you tesoro" His voice started off light but nearing the end it turns serious.

His voice dropping to turn an octave deeper, something turns in my stomach and it feels like a damn whole lot of butterflies just exploded in them.

Alert everyone

Bella is about to have a heart attack.

I stare at him speechless from his words, nobody has ever said something so beautiful about my eyes.

Even if they did, his eyes speak volumes right now, more than any words and the ones left unspoken.

I suddenly start feeling weird, like this weird fluttering feeling in my chest.

"Hmm, what is your favourite food?" Raffaele asks, sensing the fact that he has shut me up for good.

"I also don’t have one as I love food but I don’t like some" I answer while the images of the foods I don’t like makes me cringe slightly.

"What is your favourite food?" I ask in return and he chuckles.

His next actions stun me as the next thing I know are my lips being enveloped by something warm and soft.

The kiss is sensual, his lips moving slowly against mine and sucking my bottom lip.

My heart raced and I could hear the thudding of a heart, mine or his or both.

He pulls away his forehead resting against mine as we both try to catch our breath though he looks more composed than I am.

"You are my favourite meal, one I know without a doubt will leave me addicted just after a taste" with a final peck on my lips he pulls away, leaving me in a confused state as my mind starts trying to understand all that is happening or has happened.

"What are the things you like doing baby" He questions, his voice carrying a rough tinge to it.

"I-I like reading, sketching, listening to music, eating and designing" I say all in one breath with a smile stretched on my lips at the thoughts of doing all these things I love.

"Designing?" It comes out more like he is talking to himself than he is to me but that doesn’t stop me from nodding my head like a maniac.

He looks to be in slight thought before turning to face me probably for my own question.

"And what do you enjoy doing?" I ask genuinely interested and ignoring the fact I practically keep throwing his questions back at him.

He stares at me and this time a full grin appears on his lips before he turns his face away.

I part my lips to say something when there is a knock on the window before the door is opened.

Raffaele steps out, his actions exuding elegance and grace as he does so.

"For the answer baby, I used to think I enjoyed shooting but now I know there’s nothing I’ll enjoy doing than you" He drops the bomb and if not for the hand he places on my waist.

I Would have fallen as a surprised sound escapes my lips while I look at him with widened eyes and also the surroundings to make sure nobody heard.

Now I am sure my face is redder than the anubis ass but that becomes the least of my worries as his words replay in my head and images threaten to shake my exterior.

I gulp, scared to say anything as my eyes become glued to the floor.

We walk towards the front door of the huge and elegant looking restaurant whose doors are opened and the moment we step in cool fresh air hits me.

The atmosphere screams wealth and luxury, ranging to the princely dressed people dining in the restaurant, to how elegantly they are eating their meals.

Just from the way they lift and drop their hands it’s obvious they are all from money and my gaze moves to the man beside me.

His aura beats the one of everyone around, with how held up his head is and his commanding presence which screams.

’Bow to a king’

I have a feeling there is more to this day.

It is just there and not just a gut feeling.