They should never have met.
Each one of them lived in different parts of the world. She lived in the light, an ordinary existence while he kept to the shadows, the underworld.
But one fate encounter brought them together and no matter how hard the...
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Stella
The imposter syndrome was blasting in my ears. I don't fit with these people and based on the faces of the Sorrentino brothers, they need a few more minutes.
Which means I keep standing around rich people who have bought gowns from me. I bet they are wondering what their tailor is doing at this event.
Spotting one man who look vaguely familiar, I took a breath and a chance to be social.
"Excuse me." I said walking up to him. "Aren't you the Superintendent for the high schools?"
The man put down his drink, his eyes running over me in a way I don't think is appropriate.
"I am, names Curt Munting. And yours?" He said with a weird smile, his eyes still running over me.
I smiled back, though I can't deny it wasn't forced. "Stella Reynalds, I'm Maximus Sorrentino's plus one this evening. I was wondering if I could ask about the work program the district has been doing for high schoolers. I have a question about the program."
"Is that so?" He mused. "Well what can I say about the program?"
I tap my fingers on my purse to avoid any imposter nerves while talking to him. "I'm a business owner and recently hired a student worker. During that time, I have been signing off on her earning school credits but I recently found out she isn't allowed to earn an income? Isn't the point of work credits to help them with job experience and gain financial independence?"
The superintendent raised a brow. "Sweetie you don't need to pretend you know anything about youths, I know what you really are. It's hot on you I will say, where did Mr. Sorrentino find you?"
My head went back in confusion. "Find me? Well we met in my store and began to date. I'm not sure what you are implying about what I really am. I own a store and would like to do more to youth services if the school gave more options for it."
He gave a patronizing chuckle. "Sweetie, Sorrentinos don't date. Why don't you schedule me in for tomorrow night. How much are you, 15,000 a night?"
Understanding what he thought me to be, my mouth dropped. "I beg your pardon?"
His arm wrapped around my waist pulling me into him, his hand landing on my ass squeezing it. Reaching for the first thing on the table I picked up a fork and thrusted it into his hand resting on the table.
The bastard yelped letting go of me.
Pushing from him I stormed away not trusting myself to pick up another fork and stab it in a different body part. Coming up to the Sorrentino men, my hand slip around Max's arm, his face turned with a soft smile while bending down to kiss my cheek.
My anger slowly diminished. Looking up I see the other Sorrentino men and my bodyguards chuckling around us.
Romano looked over my shoulder then back to me, his cold face breaking into an amused smile. "Did you just stab a man with a fork?"
