Page 27 of Owned By Frank
I feel like a total pervert since she's the first woman I've been wanting like a damn fool for a long time. My desire to touch her skin more deeply is frantic and impatient. The desire to remove that garment is not excluded. The desire to make her mine is not ignored.
- We must go... – she whispers very close to me.
All hope of kissing her is gone when she abruptly moves aside.
I do not complain or show anger, I simply accept her decision. Everything that will happen between us will be solely her decision.
I give her a bitter smile and just raise my forearm so she can take it. I release a sigh of relief when she accepts my act.
That's when we left the room. We rushed downstairs to meet an annoying Dante, who looks like my father!
His gestures inform me that he wants to scream. But he doesn't, he stands perfectly still or in my opinion he is impacted by something or in this case by someone.
He loos shamelessly at my girl, what the hell am I seeing?!
I can't stand those looks he gives Grace. And the funniest part?
Grace doesn't even realize it, she just keeps seeing me instead, as if it's just her and me in this place. I'm sorry Dante but you'll have to get your own.
Can someone take back the gift they have already given away?
Just thinking about it bothers me and even worse because there is no reason to.
Grace is just a gift. She is not a girl of fame or money that I know of or would otherwise have recognized from day one.
She has something that I love, something that attracts me and makes me see her as desirable as well as perfect. She is genuine and I love that.
I can't take the awkward moment anymore and take Grace's hand to intertwine it with my own. I pull it slightly and we start walking towards the door.
Dante's footsteps are heard behind us but I don't bother to see him, somehow it has bothered me that he has seen and wished he had something that is mine.
As we left, we got into one of the most elegant cars I owned. To my relief Dante brought his car which means he will stay far away from us.
The route is short. The car is parked in front of one of the most elegant salons in Germany.
The reason is obviously because of the new partner that has joined. A damn cold-blooded old man with more in his pocket and zero heirs.
Obviously I've organized the party, everyone from the mafia will be there, including friends and a few acquaintances, simply the perfect place to announce my engagement, all with the sole purpose of getting Jakob Romani to stop screwing around with the business of marrying his sister, Nathalie . That snotty little brat.
I see Grace out of the corner of my eye and the desire to touch her returns. Her skin is exposed thanks to the garment she is wearing, even I begin to doubt if it was a good idea to buy her that dress since the most manipulative, millionaire and perverted men will be after the beautiful girl of exotic beauty that accompanies the king of the mafia.
I get out of the car holding my coat in one hand. I head for Grace's door when it opens before I can touch the material.
Her smile is like a fatal blow. People stare..
- Oops, did you want to open it for me? I'm sorry, I'm not used to this kind of formalities... - she says putting her hand on her chest while pretending to be sorry.
I smile at her trying to calm my irritation, this girl is more impulsive than me and at the slightest act she is sure to shout at me from the rooftops.
So I do that thing that bothers him.
I take her hand and pull her towards me making us stay very close to each other. With one hand I hold her neck and with the other I hold her waist.
I unite our lips with a kiss, this is what I was talking about! This magnificent feeling!
She refuses to answer but I don't care, I kiss her roughly tasting her soft lips until I am out of breath. I slowly pull away and she looks at me with hate. I give her a smile showing her that I did that just to spite her.
Her skin trembles against my chest so before I speak I put the sack on him that was in my hands. Her eyes look at me and that makes me nervous.