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I grin, undeterred by her lack of enthusiasm. "Facts… those are subjective. To be honest, I’m glad we met, regardless of the circumstances you created that led you here.”
She scoffs, unimpressed. “That I created?”
“You stepped into my world.”
“The world where you hold people captive and play puppet master with their lives?"
I chuckle, taking another sip of my wine. "Well, when you put it that way, it sounds less enchanting."
"Enchanting? Hardly. Try delusional," she retorts, not willing to let my teasing get to her.
I lean forward, my gaze intense. "But deep down, you enjoy the attention, don't you? The thrill of being pursued?” I am testing her limits.
She shakes her head, dismissing my words. "You really have no clue, or are you stupid? I'm not here for a romantic rendezvous, Tommaso. Your attempts at seduction won't work." I don’t agree. They do work. She knows that too. I smile at this thought.
I smirk, my eyes never leaving hers. "Seduction? Ella, I'm just stating facts."
She glances around the room, unimpressed by the opulence. "Thrilling or not, I'd trade it all for freedom." Stubborn Ella. I look at her lips, wet from the wine. I suddenly want to lick them clean.
My expression softens for a moment, but I quickly return to my wit. "What's the point of freedom when you can't enjoy the finer things in life?" Like me.
She shoots me a disdainful look. "Finer things? Like being trapped in a cage, surrounded by criminals?"
I raise an eyebrow, enjoying our sparring. "Criminals, perhaps. But you find it exciting, don’t you?"
She leans back, crossing her arms. "Exciting? I’m sick of it already. I've had enough of your version of excitement."
I laugh, toasting with my wine glass. "Ah, you're a tough one to crack. But mark my words, you'll come to appreciate the perks of this life sooner than you think." She shakes her head, determined not to let my words sway her.
"Perks? At what cost would I benefit of them? I'll take my chances in the real world, thank you very much." As our banter continues, I can't help but wonder how long she can resist me.
“You look sullen, again.” She looks pretty, whatsoever.
She shrugs. “Why do you care?”
“What are you mad about this time?” I ask. She rolls her eyes in a brief and annoyed motion, and I recall last night in my bedroom. She rolls them like that when she is about to come.
“You want a list?” she says.
“A list?” I am amused.
“I have a long one,” she says.
“Can we discuss it in bed?” The thought of spanking her occurs to me again and I close the gap between us. She pushes me back this time.
“We have to get you something fitting to wear.”
She gapes at me, “Like what?”
“Like, something from Cmelot or Haute.” She must have heard of them. The best boutiques in my territory and in all of Los Angeles. Her mouth drops open and she raises her eyebrows in disbelief. There is a knock at the door.
“I am waiting downstairs with the men for you both,” Francesco says.
“Where are we going?” Ella utters in a tender voice.
“Just told you, shopping.”
The bell above the entrance chimes melodiously as I step into Cmelot Boutique with Ella by my side. Everything sparkles and so do Ella’s eyes. One of the owners, Gia Giovanni, spots me, and a wide grin splits on her straight face.
