Saved By Him

Chapter 14

Isabella Rose

Okay. So maybe I nearly did drown. But it's not like I actually did.

Plus, I've been in situations where I have been much closer to death than I was earlier today.

It was just weird seeing Valentino's reaction. Unusual.

I sigh as I finish buttoning my blazer before I open my room door. My heels loudly making a sound against the floor with every step I took.

Valentino had called for a meeting to discuss the plan for tomorrow, when we leave for Germany.

Since I liked to be extra, I made sure to wear an outfit that screamed power and confidence. After the incident earlier, I wanted to reassure everyone - well mostly Valentino - that I was still strong.

I can't help but smirk at the faces of the men also walking to the meeting room. They were looking at me as if I was superior to them. Well, it's no lie that I am.

As I enter my eyes connect with Vincent's, who had a tense look on his face. I felt bad for him.

He immediately started to walk towards me, "Isabella, I literally have no words to-" he begins before I interrupt him.

"Vince! I'm fine! Stop saying sorry, I have already forgiven you" I say smiling, trying to make him understand as I grip his shoulders.

If he had pushed me on purpose, it would be a different case. But it was clear that he didn't.

He softly smiles, "thank you".

Just then Lorenzo enters walking straight to us. He smiles before his eyes lower, taking a quick glance at my outfit. "Looking hot Isabella. So già che Valentino non riuscirà a distogliere lo sguardo" he grins.
(I already know Valentino won't be able to keep his eyes away)

"Thanks Lorenzo, but I think you're forgetting I don't speak Italian" I reply, stopping myself from disagreeing with what he said. I have a strong feeling that I wasn't Valentino's type anyway, considering the blonde girls I see every night.

I suddenly get a flashback of an awkward night two weeks ago, where I had a nightmare and wondered to the kitchen. On the way, I saw Valentino and a blonde girl roughly kissing each other, as they entered a guest bedroom and shut the door.

I scrunch my face at the memory, quickly dismissing it in disgust.

"I said Principessa, here comes Valentino" Lorenzo smirks as all eyes turn towards the door.

I couldn't help but turn my head to take a quick glance at him, but once I did I wasn't able to look away.

My eyes drift over his sharp-looking, and well-fitted black suit, giving him an exquisite look. His facial features stood out, and it was as if only now I was truly recognising them.

The roman nose he sported complemented his prominent cheekbones, whilst his dark eyes held
a fire with passion. Not to mention his five o'clock shadow adding to his devilish touch. He continued walking to his seat at the end of the table with purpose.

As he slowly lowers himself into his chair, his eyes meet mine, only enhancing this feeling that was growing inside me. Why does he always have this effect on me for fuck sake?

I don't miss the way his eyes look me up and down, his jaw slightly clenching.

Well I didn't need his validation to determine how good I looked. I already knew I looked hot.

His presence was enough to silence everyone, making the room quickly fall silent.

Whilst the meeting room had a large table, the seats were still not enough for everyone. Many men were standing, whilst the more important stayed seated.