Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ✰
"𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐖𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬"
The next morning was a breeze. My body shifted to the side, my muscles loosened and untangled, and my consciousness gradually awoke.
I took a few moments to acclimate to the brightness in the room until exhaling a breath of relief.
I brush my hair out of my face with my hands before taking a look around the room. My thoughts converged, and I was immediately reminded of the previous night. I almost wanted to smack my stomach for releasing a small butterfly feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Roman didn't appear to be in the room at the moment, so I got up and removed myself from the bed and rose upwards over the ledge.
I stumbled over to the bathroom, shut the door, and proceeded to the toilet to relieve myself. After that, I grabbed the hotel's extra toothbrush and toothpaste and brushed my teeth before splashing water on my face.
While stepping back out, I dried my face with a towel and ran my fingers through my hair, attempting to make it look less like a birds nest.
As I opened the door, my gaze was drawn across the room to a bent over figure. Roman was leaning down, placing some belongings into a bag; he was, by the way, completely shirtless.
I sighed and leapt back onto the bed which caught his attention as he stood up straight and turned to face me.
"Morning, Agnello," I greeted with a small smile.
"Ella," He said coldly before returning to his bag. It was then that I noticed my own bag beside him. He must have gone and taken it out of my room.
He tossed my bag in front of me, "We're going out for breakfast."
"Really?" I said, gleaming. Anything that had to do with food made me instantly happy.
He hummed deeply as he picks up a shirt and effortlessly lifts it over his head, his bare chest was now covered and I pouted inwardly.
I got out of bed, pulling out my change of clothes and proceeded towards the bathroom. After closing the door, I switched on the shower and began to remove my clothes.
After a good twenty minute shower, possibly the shortest I've ever taken, I changed and lightly combed through my hair.
I exit the bathroom walking over to my bag and stuff my dirty clothing inside before closing it up. Roman was on his phone in the small sitting area, his bag propped up next to him as he typed away.
He looks up as he senses my presence, our gazes connecting for a brief moment before he glanced away and steps away from the wall, tucking his phone away and lifting his bag over his shoulder.
