Little Angel

Chapter: 9

Gabriel Armstrong.
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Beautiful. She looks fucking beautiful.

I can't take my eyes off of her. She is a vision in red. I was waiting restlessly sense yesterday night for this moment, and it wasn't all worth it. I had to stop myself from doing something reckless when I saw her in this dress. I don't want to scare her or something.

I just can't stop myself from touching her and kissing her, if not on her lips right now, then on her forehead or her hand. I know she would be thinking that I am crazy, but I just can't stop.

She is setting in my car right now. Look outside the window. The city light was glowing on her, making her look alluring.

The dress she was wearing is not revealing in any way, but it leaves her shoulders bare for my eyes. Her neck and shoulders look tempting, like they are inviting me to come and kiss and suck on them and leave my mark beyond on them so the whole world knows that this woman is mine.

Even I don't know from where my control is coming. When all I want is to take her to my home, lock her and myself in my badroom and fuck her, and make her screem my name, 'til all she remembers is just my name and my name only.

The drive was silent, but it was not uncomfortable. My thoughts keep going around and around in my head about how I can make her agree to be Daisy's babysitter as I drive through the city.

Soon we reached our destination, an Italian restaurant that was owned by me. I get out of the car and go towards her side to open her door.

After she held my hand and came out of the car, she started looking around—a little nervous, I guess. To make her feel comfortable, I wrap my hand around her waist again and pull her closer. She looked up in my eyes.

"Are you okay?" I ask because I want her to be comfortable here with me. She opens her mouth but hesitates. I give her a smile to encourage her.

"I have never been in a place like this before; it makes me a little nervous." She looked around one more time before telling me.

"If you want to, we can go somewhere you like; just tell me we don't have to stay here if you don't want to."

I don't want her to be uncomfortable in any way. We can go anywhere she likes. It doesn't matter if it's a takeaway and we have to eat in the car; I would do that for her.

''No, no, it's okay; we can eat here.''

''Are you sure?'' I ask once more to make sure she is okay, but she nods her head, so we start walking.

As we walked inside the restaurant, she started looking around again. I can tell that she is impressed by what she's seeing, and it makes me proud that she likes it.

This is one of my high-class restaurants. Usually businessmen, politicians, and famous people come here because it is hard to get a reservation here. Even thought it was my side work, but I took pride in it.

As soon as the hostess noticed me entering, she started walking towards me with a professional smile.
"Good evening, Mr. Armstrong. Welcome to Della Porta, ma'am." She greets us. I just nod my head while Vivian thanks her.