《Cuore Mio》Chapter Eleven - Work
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Dante's POV:
After I left Azalea's apartment, I headed over to my house.
Yesterday, when she offered me to stay the night, I hesitated a little because I didn't want her to be uncomfortable. But, the night was anything but that. We enjoyed eating pizza and watching laughing with each other.
When she played the horror movie, I almost pissed my pants ! Somehow, being in the mafia and handling guns doesn't scare me, but a woman with a white gown and unkempt hair does.
I didn't remember falling asleep last night. When I did wake up in the middle of the night, I realized that I was sleeping with Azalea, on her stomach.
I smiled when I felt her arms around the back of my neck. Carefully picking her up, I placed her on the bed in her room. I went back to the living room and slept on the couch.
This morning, when that happened, I saw her cheeks turning red in embarrassment and honestly, she looked adorable.
Since there was a storm last night, the roads were flooded. It was going to be a little difficult to drive today.
After I reached home, I was met with the sight of Alex on the couch in my living room, eating a jar of Nutella.
"There you are ! Where were you last night ?" Alex exclaimed.
"At Azalea's house." I reply casually.
"Huh ? Did I hear that correctly ? Azalea, you said ?" He asked, stuffing his mouth with a spoonful of Nutella. I nodded and he wiggles his eyebrows.
"But not like you think. She offered me to stay the night because of the storm." I explained.
"Eeeeeee !" He squealed like a little girl. "Tell me everything....from when you entered to when you left." He said, sitting up straight.
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I sat next to him and narrated everything to him. From the threats to Azalea, to the horror movie, to the part we snuggled with each other last night, to the water fight we had this morning.
"She had her arms around the back of my neck and then I carried her to her room. Then in the morning, she tried tickling me, to wake me up.
Azalea looked so adorable when she realized our position on the ground when we fell down. I also called her 'Stellina'. And when she asked me what it meant, I said it was a meatball......"
"But that isn't what it means....it means li-"
"Little star. Yes, I know." I interrupted him.
"Dude, you're whipped." He remarks.
Am I ? Am I falling for her ?
"Listen to your heart. Don't let your past ruin your future. Don't let her ruin you. You deserve to be happy." Alex says before patting me on the back and walking towards the main door.
"Hey ! Give me my jar of Nutella back !" I yell at him.
"Oops ! I can't hear you." He shouted and left. I walked upstairs to my room and had a shower. Coming out, I chose one of the many suits in my wardrobe. After applying a little bit of cologne, I took my keys and was about to leave when I heard Estella.
"Dante, where do you think you're going ?"
"Ugh....I'm going to work."
"And have you eaten anything ?" She asks, raising a brow.
Estella is the housekeeper. She is about 45 years old and is like a mother to me.
She has been working for me and taking care of me since I was a child. And I love her like a mother.
"Yes, actully. I ate eggs and toast." I replied, smiling at the thought of Azalea.
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"Oh, really ? What made you eat ? Or should I say who ?" She smirked.
"It was Azalea." I said, smiling sheepishly.
"Oh dear ! I need to meet that girl." She said dramatically. "I've been trying to make you eat proper breakfast for the last 10 years."
"She is the one who is going to move in with us." I told Estella and hugged her.
"Bye. I'll come soon." I said, kissing her on the cheek.
She said 'bye' and I left.
Once I reached my office, I started doing work. Mafia related and CEO related. I remembered that I had to find the person who threatened to hurt Azalea. So I called Noah.
Noah is the best hacker, tracker and assassin that I know. He is the person that I would trust with my life, after Alex, that is.
When I did, he said he would try his best to do so. Later, I called Liam to update him about everything going on.
Yes, Liam. He knows about me being associated with the mafia. I'm not sure if he knows about Azalea's life story though. I didn't tell him about her brother yet. It is her story to tell, not mine.
A while later, Violet entered my office.
"Sir, do you want me to bring you lunch ? You know, since I'm your personal assistant." She asked, stressing on the word 'personal' while leaning on my desk.
Violet is very irritating, let me say. I want to employ another PA, but I'm too busy for an interview now.
"No, Violet. I'm good. And, didn't I say I wasn't interested ?" I asked, annoyed. This seemed to anger her.
"Why ? Is it because of that Adalina bitch ?" She snapped.
Did she just call mia Stellina, a bitch ? I tried not to say anything rude to her.
"Firstly, her name is Azalea. Secondly, never ever call her that. Unless you don't want a job." I threaten. She glares at me and walks out.
Being a little hungry, I wanted to go home. I collected all the papers around me and arranged them. Leaving the office, I straightened my suit and walked towards my car.
Minutes later, I reached home. Having a shower and eating dinner that Estella prepared, I went to my office at home to work again. Being a CEO and a Don, takes a lot of time from your personal life.
But, since I have literally nothing to do; I work. When I was done with that too, I went to bed. Getting comfortable in the sheets, I whispered to myself,
"Good night, Azalea. Sweet dreams."
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