|Ch- 21|

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I decided to write this againMany people are showing interest on this book and I just cannot let you guys stay hanging.

And we reached 5k votes???!?

Thank you so much.

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Chapter- 21


I always thought that the boy I would liked would be someone like Chandler Bing.

Funny, sarcastic, caring and cute.

But here I was liking someone who was far from what I described.

He was not funny, heck I never saw him laugh. He uses sarcasm in a dark sort of way. There is not one bone in his body that resembles care.

And he was not bloody cute.

He was gorgeous in mysterious kind of way.

And I couldn't help but let out a loud squeal when I saw him only in a towel.

Vitale gave me a blank expression and wasn't a least bit surprise that I was inside his room.

The whole week Maria had been bugging me to make a move and I was clueless as what to do.

I had only one boyfriend in my whole existence, how was I supposed to make my move?

Today, Maria decided I was basically useless and took matters into her hands.

And I had to remind her that he was a mafia boss and not some teenage boy that needs some girl to flirt with him.

She told the maid that I, Chanel, would do the job of giving the breakfast to Vitale.

The maid agreed and I was shooed to his room immediately by Maria.

And currently, my eyes were moving on its own. And I found my heart beating faster than usual.

Traitorous organs.

"What are you doing here?" Vitale asked, his voice smooth as always.

"I..uh.." I cleared my throat and tried to move my eyes away from his abs but all were in vain.

I heard Vitale chuckling and that tool me out of whatever trance I was in. I looked up and saw him giving me a smirk.

"Like what you see?"

With my brain functioning like an old gadget. I immediately let out a 'Yes'.

Vitale gave me a look of surprise before his face transformed into what seemed like suspicion.

"What are you doing in my room?" He asked.

"Your break fast." I replied as I pointed to the table where I kept the plate.

"Where is the maid?" He asked as he turned around and walked to his closet. I saw him opening it, he bare back flexing with every moves he made.

I gulped.

Damn him.

"I don't have a clue." My replied, my voice coming out in a husky tone.

He paused for a while before saying, "Come here."

My eyes widened, "Wh-what?"

"I said come here."

I hesitantly followed his order and walked towards him. He turned to me and he raised both his hands, "Which one do you prefer?" He asked, his green eyes on me.

God, he was so gorgeous.

I observed both the shirts, one was a black striped shirt whereas the other was a light blue shirt. I pointed to the shirt on his left hand, the one with the stripes.

He nodded and put the striped shirt back inside the closet before proceeding to wear the light blue shirt.

I gave him a look of disbelief, "The other one was better." I protested.

He buttoned his shirt before rolling his sleeve up.

"And I care because?"

"You did asked me!"

"I did."

I gritted my teeth in annoyance. He was impossible.

"Do you think I should wear a tie?" He asked me.

His hand went to his face and he tapped his nose with his index figure, a pose that gave the idea that he was thinking something but the amuse look on his face said otherwise.

He was aging playing with me.

"Go naked for all I care." I snapped glaring at him trying my level best not to look down.

The towel was still wrapped around his waist.

He gave me a sly smirk.

"Do you want me to?" He asked me in a deep voice.

I shivered.

He took a step towards me and I took one back in shock.

"Go and die." I muttered angrily, trying to conceal my real feelings. 

"One day. Yes." He said.

"C-can I go?" I asked him weekly. I was tired of all this. I cannot even keep up with his weird personality.

"No."

"Why?" I cried out, my eyebrows knitting together and I gave him a scowl.

"Because I said so."

My hands curled up into fists.

"I am going." I cried in annoyance and tried to walk towards the door.

The key word being: tried.

The moment I turned around, he grabbed my wrist twisting Mr around.

His hands went to my waist, keeping me in my place.

"Don't disobey me." He growled and placed his lips on mine.

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Okay I'm back and this time I am gonna complete this book.

I'm definitely not gonna let it hang mid way.

I don't know how many of you are gonna read this tho.

Again thanks for 5k votes. That motivated me to write.

Thank you 😀😀😀

PS: do check out my other book. It is in my profile.

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