Beauty and her Beast:The Don's obsession
Chapter 74 - 73: ice cream

Chapter 74: Chapter 73: ice cream

Bella’s pov

The moment I think I am about to have a breather, a rather short man starts walking towards our direction with a nervous expression etched on his face.

His head looks to be barely holding onto the golden strands on his head as there are just a few left and even those have been gelled back to sleep slickly.

"Mr Vincenti" The italian accent is heavy as he does a bow I can only call ridiculous from how deep it is and how his front hair bowed with him.

"Welcome sir" He greets Raffaele with a voice and expression that shows that he would practically lick the floor if Raffaele asks him to.

Eww

He is wearing an orange coloured suit and that alone has the smile appearing on my face as he looks like an orange.

Don’t blame me, he is short, round and wearing orange.

Besides, I think he is adorable.

An adorable orange with golden hair.

"Welcome ma’am" I return the greeting with a smile of my own while all he gets from Raffaele is a nod of acknowledgement, his gaze wandering round.

"Please, let me direct you to your table" With that he gestures with his hand while he uses the other to bring out an orange coloured handkerchief to wipe the visible swear on his forehead.

I knew it.

He is an orange.

It is quite obvious how nervous orange is, from his trembling voice and the sweat on his forehead.

By now I can sense the eyes of the people in the restaurant on us and I look around already feeling myself starting to get as nervous as orange was just moments ago.

Their gazes are filled with fear and some respect while others I cannot describe as only a few look long while the others just peep a glance.

It is obvious that these people know who Raffaele Vincenti is.

The place is filled with people from his social standing or at least those with little influence.

I shift closer to his body, my head ducked as the stares start to get uncomfortable.

"Clear the place" The authority in his voice is unmistakable as he utters those words.

His voice leaves no room for argument and if I thought orange was nervous before then the look in his eyes show clearly how terrified he is.

"S-sir" He stutters staring at Raffaele with wide eyes before looking around the filled place.

Seeing the look in the man’s eyes, I suddenly felt pity for him and also the fact that I like the fruit orange, I decided to try and help him.

"Raffaele" I call out softly while tugging at the sleeve of his shirt and looking up at him with eyes I can call puppy eyes.

I am sure I look pathetic.

But it works as the man is soon giving me his full attention with his own eyes filled with nothing but adoration.

"Let’s just take a table at the corner" I say pointing to a place that looks more secluded and away from the rest of the restaurant, behind a glass door.

"Ahh yes sir, that is a great idea madam y-" Orange instantly stops talking when Raffaele shoots him one of his famous glares, the one that has people backing away in fear.

I shrink back a little myself, surprised by the change of demeanor but who am I kidding, I know the man is bipolar.

"There won’t be any need to clear the place" I say again to make sure he really wouldn’t go ahead with clearing the restaurant and ride these people of enjoying their meal.

"I know you don’t feel comfortable baby, I promise to have only us here just tell me what you want" He says his hand is already moving to hold mine and bringing it to his lips.

Yet again, I blush crimson and nod my head at his words.

"I want us to dine this way" I answer with my voice coming out small and quiet.

I need a reality check.

He nods his head at that and orange beams before starting to lead the way with a waiter and waitress trudging beside him.

We get to the glass doors and he slides it open, holding the door for us till we both step in before he allows it shut.

I thank him and with that we make our way to our table.

The place is absolutely beautiful, with a serenity and air that makes you instantly calm.

It is decorated so beautifully and exotic, with touches of brown, gold, cream and black.

Even the table and chairs in there are brown in colour with gold details that line the edges and middle part making it appear breathtaking.

I don’t know about furniture but this is breathtaking.

Raffaele pulls back the chair for me and I sit down while muttering words of gratitude to him.

He smiles at that and makes his way to the chair opposite mine.

Instead of sitting on the chair, he surprises me by pulling the chair closer to mine, so close that I can feel his body warmth radiating off him.

I clear my throat and attempt to shift my chair away only to be pulled back and be given a warning gaze.

Ohk no pulling away for me.

I have to pitifully accept this.

Told ya he is bipolar

One moment he is all sweet and being

I’ll do anything for you

Next he is possessive and angry.

Orange soon enters, followed closely by the waitress and waiter with carts of food, wine and deserts.

My throat suddenly goes dry at the delicious sight of the ice cream and I lick my lips.

I can already imagine myself devouring that goodness down with no remorse.

Oh now I don’t regret coming to this restaurant, you don’t even have to taste the food to know just how delicious it will all be.

They are set and arranged with orange babbling about something I don’t bother about and instead fix my gaze on the ice cream.

I turn to face Raffaele to ask him if he wants some but I find the man already glaring at my baby ice cream.

"You don’t like ice cream" It comes out with a bitter tone as I am now the one glaring at the man for glaring at my baby.

’How dare him’

I don’t bother voicing my thoughts and instead glare at him as subtle as I can.

"No" He answers with a scowl and I internally roll my eyes.

This is no wonder he is all bitter.

Why wouldn’t he when he is all about the black coffee and bullshit.

I choose to ignore him and instead drag the creamy goodness towards myself and start devouring it.

"Do you like it ma’am" Orange’s voice asks and only then do I realise he is still standing there with his hands pressed behind his back.

He reminds me of those butlers from movies.

"Ah, Yes ora-sir" I say and I mentally face palm at the fact that I almost called him orange.

I don’t think the man would appreciate that and judging from his hand if this man hits me I’ll melt.

"Get out" Immediately Raffaele speaks, orange straightens and with a quick bow squirrels out of the place.

"Baby" Raffaele calls out and I am about to turn and face him only to pause when I realise just how close our faces are.

Wrong move and dan dan dan.

I immediately turn the other way, not willing to face him and knowing the man he is capable of doing anything.

"Are you angry?" He questions, his breath hitting my neck and I find myself gulping at the sensation that runs down my spine.

Stop being a coward.

With that, I square my shoulders and turn to face him only this time with a glare.

"You said you don’t like ice cream" Yeah, petty I know but I don’t like people who don’t like delicious things.

I mean, how can you not like ice cream or chocolate or cake?

They are literally life and bea.

"I don’t like it because you paid it more attention than you did me" The moment the words come out of his mouth, I stare at him like he is crazy.

I mean, it’s only a crazy man that compares himself to ice cream.

I love ice cream more.

It’s not like I love him.

"What do you mean?" I ask him, waiting for him to probably realise how childish he sounds right now.

"When you saw the ice cream your eyes had this glow baby and I want that only for me" Now it’s confirmed Raffaele is crazy.

Not with the way he says it with a straight face or his deep voice but how he actually sounds so jealous and possessive.

I don’t even realise when I throw my head back in laughter and it bubbles freely.

"Yo-you are jealous of ice cream?"