Saved By Him

Chapter 22

Isabella Rose

15 minutes until Felix arrives, and I was starting to feel a little nervous.

He wouldn't be able to recognise me with my wig and contact lenses. Plus he will be slightly drunk by the time I meet him.

But still, I hope I could pull this off without getting some flashbacks.

He was present during some of the times Alexander hit me, but all he did was sip on a glass of alcohol with a grin.

I guess he deserves whatever is about to happen to him.

The elevator doors open and I enter with Valentino behind me.

We stand face to face as the door closes, his eyes not even secretly looking me up and down as a devilish smirk settles on his face.

"I must say amore, you do look beautiful tonight" he says in his thick Italian accent. 

I have received lots of compliments, but only his gives me this feeling I couldn't describe.

But then I remember those women who left his room that night.

"Is that because my blond wig resembles your type?" I ask raising my eyebrow.

"Maybe" he says taking a step closer.

"Or maybe I've been attracted to you from the very first time I laid my eyes on you" he adds softly as he nears me.

I feel my mouth slightly part as I stare intensely into his eyes.

Was that a confession?

His tongue dabs out, wetting his bottom lip and I feel one of his hands hold onto my waist.

My eyes drop to his lips and I couldn't help but feel the need to kiss him. I wanted to release whatever this sexual tension was between us.

His chest was lightly touching my front, as I feel his hand move up to my face cupping my cheek gently.

His thumb slowly grazes my bottom lip, carefully avoiding smudging my red lipstick.

He leans in, but instead of placing his lips on mine he moves his towards my ear, "Or maybe, I just enjoy playing with you".

His laughter brings me anger, and I don't hesitate to push his chest harshly making him stumble backwards.

His grin doesn't even falter, as he looks at me with an amused expression.

What the hell was I thinking? Kissing this asshole should have been the last thing on my mind.

"You're such a bastard, you know that right" I sneer.

"She has a point" we each hear Vincent say from the earpiece.

I forgot he was listening to us this entire time.

"Don't be mad I didn't want to kiss you amore, I just don't feel the same way" he replies shrugging his shoulders.

"Your loss, not mine" I manage to grin, and as the elevator door opens I walk out quickly.

"You guys can continue your love-hate shit after, Felix has just arrived in the parking and there's a group of men with him" Vincent says.

I stop walking as I turn to look at Valentino. Long gone was his humour, now a serious and dark look settled on his face. 

"Roughly, how many?" He asks as his eyebrows furrow in concentration.

"14 men. They came in three cars" Vincent replies.