'SHE CAME INTO HIS LIFE, AND BECAME IT'
The most powerful and ruthless member of the 𝐝𝐞'𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨 family and the top business tycoon of Italy. Everyone fears him , his own family infact. 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 has a permanent scowl on his face. A devil...
"Goodmorning Ma'am. I'm so sorry, I thought you would have breakfast with Boss. I'll get it ready in two minutes. please don't tell boss, he will kill me. I- what do you want to have, I'll make it very qui-"
"Please stop....relax. Yes, thankyou. Don't worry I'm not here for breakfast. I actually want to bake a cake. Can you help me?"
Her eyes widened before she quickly nodded and helped me. She told me about the whereabouts of all the ingredients and stood behind as theo and I prepared.
"I'm sorry ma'am but if you don't mind me asking, whom are you baking it for?"
"Oh! It's for Dari....I mean Darius" Only I can call him Dari.
"Oh no, No! Ma'am, boss doesn't eat anything sweet" she panicked running around. I frown looking towards theo who was frowning back at me.
"Well now he does" He shurgged and continued mixing the batter. Theo is so epic!
As we put the cake in the oven, Theo and I stick our faces to the glass watching as it grows in size. I should be a chef. Chef reverie.
All the chef's in the state would run away, and Mr. Simon would run behind me with his broom.
"What's going on here?" A deep voice interrupts us. I shiver at the sound of his possesive controlling voice and quickly straighten up.
"Hi" I wave at him awkwardly and he raises his eyebrow at me. Oops.
"What are you doing, little wife? Hmm?" He asked. Dari was dressed in his work clothes. He wore a Black shirt tucked in perfectly ironed black trousers. He had a long coat to go with it and his shoes shined so much that I could see my face in them. His black hair was neatly brushed and he wore a single golden chain, His tattoos were visible as his first three buttons of the shirt were undone. His hands were covered in his rings, One being our wedding ring.
"Pstt" Theo elbowed my tummy, snapping me back to reality.
"Oh um...I was just baking some cake......." I lower my head, feeling embarrassed because I don't even know my husband's preference.
I should just die.
"Which one?" He asked leaning against the counter. Dari crossed his arms over his chest which made his muscles bulge. Woah
"Chocolate" I say unsure of how he will react.
"It's my favourite, I'll be waiting at the table" his said and quickly went out of the kitchen. I stood there, baffled. But he didn't like cakes?
"It's done. It's done" Theo clapped his hands and I wear the glove bigger than my hand to take it out of the oven.
"Come on, let's take it to Dari" I say, putting a slice in a plate.
As I made my way towards the table, I found him sitting at the head of the table. A newspaper in his hand. He lifted his gaze, his head still tilted downwards. I gulp putting the plate infront of him.
Dari hummed and put the newspaper away, turning towards me.
"Sit" He commanded.
Suddenly, I'm sat.
He pulled a chair for me and waited till I was comfortable in my place. Dari looked up at me for assurance before he lifted the spoon and suddenly, all my insecurities rushed in.
What if it's burnt? Did I put salt instead of sugar? What if the cream is too much or not much.
Please god let this be nice, I don't want to be eaten up my Mr. De'Angelo instead of the cake.
He bought the spoon to his mouth and I clutched on Theo's hand. What in the master chef?
He looked up at me, pushing the plate away, oh no.
"More"
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