She Devil | ✔︎

Thirty-four.

After what happened in his office, I've been avoiding Kenji for the whole day, and I believe he's been avoiding me as well.

How could I have been so naive as to kiss him, and I despise the fact that I liked it and pushed for more when he was supposed to be my enemy. and enemies do not kiss.

Isabella informed me that the entire Bianchi family will be arriving today to visit for a few days and that they will be a large group, including their great-grandmother.

And there will be a little evening party with just the family, which I told them I wouldn't attend because I wasn't a family member and would prefer just to stay in my room alone. Isabella, on the other hand, insisted that I attend.

We're in the process of selecting gowns and dresses. Caterina choose a voluminous gown, while Gaia and I chose a simple dress. Valentina and Isabella are also wearing gowns.

I'm heading to the gym to work out before the hair and makeup stylists arrive at 5 p.m. Instead of attending the meeting with Kenji, I pretended to be sick and unable to leave the bed, which was technically a lie.

Today he was a grump. He's generally grumpy, but I overheard him yelling at someone from the kitchen today. What he did to me in the torture cell was something I will never forget. He'll pay.

I shake my head and take a fast shower before putting on a robe. I don't have a skincare routine since I don't have time for it, but I admire females who do. Maybe one day I will.

a woman in her mid-twenties says, I nod, sitting down. She then begins doing my hair while the other woman does my nails and makeup.

I hate people touching me.

She finally finishes after an hour of twisting and yanking my hair. "Are you prepared?" I mentally roll my eyes at her enthusiasm and turn to the mirror as she smiles. I'm taken aback.

I don't appear to be myself. I didn't recognize myself at all.

I look beautiful.

My dark under-eye bags have vanished. She applied a smokey eye and dark maroon lipstick to my lips. I've never looked so pretty in my life. As I thank the women and begin to dress, a smile appears on my lips.

As I struggle to zip my garment, I hear a tap on the door. "Hey Caterina, could you please assist me with the zipper?" I inquire. As I turn around, I hear heavy footsteps and am greeted by Kenji dressed in a suit.

His hair is slicked back not a single strand is out of place. His brows are neatly done, and his jaw is crisp, so not a single strand of hair is out of place. He also smells so good.

"Done undressing me?" he smirks.

"What are you doing here?" I had a firm grasp on the dress.

"They're waiting for you downstairs," he says, clearing his throat. I nod, and then I exclaim, "Wait!" just as he's about to turn around. "Can you help me with the zipper?" I ask, swallowing my pride. He tells me to turn around, which I do. In front of me is a mirror.

Shivers run down my spine as his cold fingertips brush against my skin. While carefully pulling the zipper up, he pulls my hair to my left shoulder. making direct eye contact with me He pecks the back of my neck, inhaling my scene.

He whispers into my ear as he bends in close. "We're going to have to take a bathroom break if we stay here for another second."

That was enough to make me clench my thighs together, and I believe he noticed because he smirked while walking me out of the room with his hand on my lower back.

Everyone's attention was drawn to us as we reached the stairwell. There are more people present than I had expected. Some people are staring at me in astonishment, while others are frowning, but I am unfazed.

stay confident.

As we descend the stairwell, people begin to greet us, taking care to throw me filthy glances. Since then, Kenji hasn't left my side. it makes me less nervous knowing he's here.

Before he leaves, he says, "I'll be right back." I sip my champagne and watch everyone and everything. Massimo is flirting with a blonde girl, but I notice he is also looking at another man.

swings both ways.

I turn around to see a guy my age scorching holes in my back. He has a charming smile, wearing a purple suit. He's tall but not taller than Kenji.

Since when am I comparing men to Kenji?

"Diego." He extends his hand to shake mine, but I refuse and instead give him a nod while looking away.

"What are you doing later?" he tries to start a conversation.

"Nothing." I give a simple answer.

"You have nice boobs," he says while shamelessly looking at my cleavage.

a hand snakes around my waist before I can respond. I don't have to look to know it's Kenji, his cologne gives it away.

"Look at her like that again and you'll never see the daylight ever again." he spits out.

Diego takes a step back raising his hands in surrender.

I conceal a laugh before turning to face Kenji, who is holding his fists. "Can you tell me what that was?" I furrow my brow. He ignored me and took my hand in his to meet the rest of the family.