Chapter 6: 30ft Fall to Hell
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How is he so handsome? she thought helplessly, eyes shamelessly trailing over him. What did he eat growing up? Ambrosia? Angel dust?
She’d seen a fair share of good-looking men, Alessio Armani had been her gold standard since forever — but this stranger? He looked like he’d stepped straight out of a painting. His jawline could cut glass, his silky dark hair brushed the tops of his lashes, and his shirt did absolutely nothing to hide the muscles that hinted at very dangerous places Valentina suddenly, stupidly, wanted to explore.
And then—those eyes again.
Cold. Calculating. Beautiful.
“Hiii,” Valentina breathed at last, practically melting into the chair opposite him. Her chin rested on her palm, dreamy eyes glued to his face like she had no shame left in her soul.
The man frowned, his tone clipped.
“How may I help you?”
Valentina gasped softly.
That voice.
Deep and smooth enough to get a girl pregnant through the ears.
When she didn’t answer, his expression sharpened.
“You didn’t hear my question?”
That yanked her straight out of her daze.
“Oh—oh! Sorry, I was staring blankly. You’re just… so handsome!”
Her hand flew over her mouth as a giggle slipped out. He stared at her, expression somewhere between unimpressed and what exactly is wrong with this girl?
She tucked her hair behind both ears shyly.
“Well, most conversations start with ‘hello,’ ‘hi,’ ‘what’s your name,’ but I see you’re more of the straightforward type. Hehe. Me likeee.”
She leaned forward, elbows on the table, smiling way too brightly,no consciousness for danger.
“So—what’s your name?”
The man narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Aren’t we supposed to be strangers?”
“Not for long! I am going to be your wife.”
She covered her mouth again, giggling like she just scored a lottery.
This time, the man actually chuckled. Low. Dangerous. Amused.
“Oh really?”
Valentina gasped. “Oh wait—are you married already?”
“No. I’m not.”
“Good then! I am going to get married to you.” She stared so intensely at his face she almost burned a hole through his skull.
He sat back a little, massaging his knuckles, eyes still locked on hers.
“Are you sure you want to be my wife?”
Valentina looked at him like he was the crazy one.
“Duh! Who wouldn’t? I don’t know you yet, but I know with time we’ll get to know each other. You don’t look like a bad person anyway.”
She winked. Actually winked.
His grey eyes darkened, this time with something serious.
“I really hope you don’t regret those words in the nearest future.”
Before she could overthink that strange response, her dry throat reminded her she was seconds from passing out. She rubbed her neck and looked around.
“Uhm… where are the workers? I’m really thirsty.”
“I booked the whole place,” he said calmly, tapping something on his phone. “No one else is coming in today.”
Valentina’s eyebrows shot up.
Of course he did. Just her luck to flirt with someone who booked cafés like they were Airbnbs.
She should get up and find water somewhere else before she died of dehydration…
But leave this beautiful man?
Absolutely not. She’d rather die first.
“Sooo… what’s your name, Mr. Handsome?”
Before he could answer, his phone rang. He rose smoothly, taking a few steps away from the table before answering with a curt:
“Speak.”
Valentina wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. Really.
But the café was quiet.
And his voice was deep.
And the caller was loud.
She could have sworn she heard—
“Don Romano…”
Her heart didn’t just drop.
It fell off a cliff straight to hell.
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