Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ ✰
"𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬"
As I continued to swing my feet below me, I sighed deeply.
Cars went by, and my gaze was drawn to them. I began pointing out the unusual-looking ones to Roman, commenting that they could only have been found in New York.
My head was now resting on his chest, and his arm was wrapped around my waist.
Through my lashes, I caught a glimpse of his eyes, which were blank and unreadable, just like the rest of his features.
He must have noticed my stare because his eyes shifted down to me, and I felt my breathing come to a halt.
The lights from the buildings reflected off of him, illuminating his eyes and all of his features.
I don't think I'd ever been able to get over his inherent beauty.
The sharp edges of his features were veiled by flashing red, orange, and blue lights whilst I viewed the side of his face.
"You're really pretty," I blurted out, and as soon as the words left my lips, my hand shot to my mouth.
My face flushed with embarrassment, and I turned away from him to look down.
His deep laugh echoed through my ears, leading me to return my gaze to him. As he seemed to be observing my swinging feet, he leant back, on one hand, his bottom lip drawn into his mouth.
"You amuse me, Ella," He said so smoothly that it flew right through his lips with ease.
I continued to look away from him, unsure if I was ready to confront my humiliation.
We went silent once again, my heart throbbing loudly in time with the movement of my feet.
"Did you have fun?" I asked him quietly, and he stared at me blankly, "Tonight," I added on.
He looked me in the eyes and nodded, "I did," he said as he licked his lips and looked at mine, "Did you?"
"I did," I replied softly as I slid closer to him, my leg brushing against his.
With a small tug on the corners of his red lips, he withdrew his gaze.
I decided that we should head back. As we strolled back onto the streets, the tranquillity and peaceful silence had vanished.
After a few blocks of walking, we'd made it back to the car. Roman moved to my side and held the door open for me.
I smiled gratefully and slid in, not missing how his eyes followed my every move.
After closing the door, he made his way to his side of the car and stepped inside. He started it and sped out of the parking area.
My eyes scanned the digital clock on the dashboard, which showed it was just eleven o'clock on the dot, and I noted just how much time had passed.
