Chapter 6
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Isabella had finished work around 6 which hadn’t given her much time to go to her apartment and prepare. When she got home she took a shower and got ready to go to Armando’s. It didn’t take her long to change into something casual, she wore her strapped flowing dress and silver Grecian sandals. She grabbed her bag and made her way to Armando and Jamie’s place.
When she got there she felt underdressed as Jamie opened for her. She walked in and hugged him.
“I feel like someone did not give me the memo.” She laughed lightly.
Jamie looked at her, his eyes roaming up and down, shaking his head. Grabbing her by her shoulders he steered her into the room they had made for her.
“Well lucky for you I knew he would mess that up and ordered you this outfit laid out, we are going out.”
Isabella saw the outfit on the bed, it was a maroon body-con dress with a slit on the side and a v shaped infront of the dress with gold accessories and nude shoes with clear straps.
“Well alright honey, let’s get me ready and gorgeous.”
“Go change into that, in the meantime I’ll get us some wine then you’ll sit while I do your make-up.”
Isabella removed her dress and put on her outfit. Once she had the dress, heels and accessories on she made her way into the living room and sat on the bar stool. Jamie whistled as soon as he saw her, the slit curved to show part of her sexy thigh and the front part showed the right amount of cleavage.
“Babe we aren’t done yet, I am thinking we style your hair into a high ponytail and just a light type of make-up and a maroon lipstick to match with hoop earrings.”
Jamie handed her a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon which Isabella smiled and accepted.
“I am in your delicate hands Jamie.” She winked.
Armando walked in to Jamie adding the hooped earrings.
“Well la mia principessa, you look stunning.”
Isabella smiled and got up to hug Armando.
“I love how I have my very own personal stylist who thinks of me.”
Armando threw his head back and laughed. He kissed her forehead.
“I knew Jamie would have my back.”
Jamie went to pour Armando a glass of scotch and handed it him.
“You are just lucky aren’t you?”
Isabella nodded. “So is anyone going to tell me why we’re dressed so fancy.” She tilted her head sideways.
Armando looked at Jamie and he nodded. He pulled the ring from his pocket and slid it onto his left ring finger.
“Jamie proposed to me.”
Jamie and Armando waited until she put it together and saw her rushing to embrace them.
“You guys! I am sooo happy for you.” She had tears brimming in her eyes. Jamie grabbed her arms.
“Don’t you dare cry, you’ll ruin the make-up.”
He took her eye bags and pulled them towards him to stop the tears and she giggled.
“I apologize, I am just so happy. So I guess we’re going out to celebrate.”
“Indeed we are la mia principessa.” Armando stated.
“You are lucky you’re a woman, I don’t take too kindly my man calling someone that.” Jamie laughed and Isabella joined him.
“Well it is me after all. Let’s go out then.”
There was a knock on the door and Armando frowned.
“I wonder who that could be.”
He opened the door and Santo walked in.
“Hello brother.” Santo grinned.
Isabella shook her head, this man was so infuriating.
“Santo what are you doing here?”
Santo looked at the gorgeous woman approaching him and groaned. Isabella looked absolutely stunning, she had on a body-con dress that accentuated her cleavage and the slit on the left side of her thigh curved her tightly against her skin, her hair was in a sleek back high ponytail and her lips matched the dress.
Santo didn’t say anything as he continued to stare at her luscious body. Was this how she came to his brother’s apartment? He didn’t want other men staring at his girl.
He grabbed her and pulled her into an available room and shut the door. Santo pressed her against the door with her wrists above her head, restraining her with one hand.
“You travelled to Armando’s apartment in this?!” He queried, the anger clear in his tone.
She looked up at him and smirked, she looked like a damn sexy vixen and felt himself grow, his d**k straining in his pants. He pressed himself against her and heard her moan, goodness he hadn’t even touched her thoroughly yet.
“Answer me tesoro.” He demanded, gripping her face with his free hand.
Isabella felt a thrill, knowing she was getting him this riled up and it was all because of her.
“Yes Santo.” She lied.
“No man is allowed to see you like this, am I clear tesoro? I own you baby.”
“Fanculo.”
She knew it would aggravate him and for some reason she wanted to and she achieved it when she saw that furious glint in his eyes and watched the side of his mouth twitch.
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