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Angel Romano was known for his ruthless ways.
They said he was a supposed duplicate of his father, but only to be worse.
He was known for his cold exterior, his heartless heart. But most import...
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Daisy ✧
I took a seat at the table as Angel's chef began preparing breakfast; I was alone in the kitchen while Angel went to shower.
But before he did, he gave me some tylenol since my head was throbbing and I felt like it was about to burst inside of me.
I was scrolling through my new phone, looking through social media at random, when I heard footsteps approaching.
Angel stepped out of the doorway and walked over to me.
I moved my body towards him as he sat down next to me, his cologne and fresh scent filling my nostrils.
A maid entered and placed the stack of pancakes on the table for me; I thanked her and she nodded back.
When I peered down at the syrupy sweetness, my mouth started to water.
I snatched up the fork and dove right in.
"There's a ball on tonight. Come with me?" Angel asks, wrapping one of my locks over his finger and staring intently at me.
I gazed into his eyes and nodded before digging back into the pancakes, not trusting my words at the moment.
I continued to eat while Angel talked on the phone, his hand unknowingly playing with my hair in the process.
I didn't mind, even though I wasn't paying attention because I was too preoccupied with my food.
After I finished, the maid took my plate, I offered to clean it, but she refused, and Angel gave me a look and said, 'that's her job,' though I hate it when people clean after me, it makes me feel terrible.
I had returned upstairs and showered before changing into some more comfortable clothing. Angel had to tend to some business, leaving me alone in his luxurious mansion for the day.
I had randomly cooked a chocolate cake to keep myself occupied, and I had faced timed Ian and Miya about what I should wear to the ball tonight. Luckily, I was a clothes hoarder, so I had plenty of dress options.
The time had passed, and it was now 5:00 p.m.
I had just finished getting ready when Angel walked in the doorway as I was pulling on my heels.
As I took his appearance in, I beamed up at him.
He was attired in a black suit and appeared to be more than god-like at this point.
His hair was normal, drooping lazily over his forehead.
I approached him as I saw his eyes adjust to my look. They darkened instantly as his hand reached out and pulled me into him.
He dips his head into the crook of my neck and kisses it.
"Sto provando così tanto a non portarti su questo letto in questo momento." He whispers huskily.
