She is the devil

3.

Wednesday...

"How in the f*****g hell did you not hear the part where I said do not forget a lilac dress?", I ask in frustration.

"I-", I cut her off.

"Just for that, I will have a shopping spree with your money", I say and hang up.

So it is currently three in the afternoon and I am in Rome. And everything looks perfect and in place. I currently have a housekeeper, but since I am here, she is on her leave, as one may call it.

I take out my phone so I can transfer money. But seeing it will be a bit of a process since we use the Canadian dollar and, in Rome, it is the euro. But I am a genius, so I will not struggle much.

I think I should transfer a million.

But that is not even 800 000 euros.

I should probably send 1,5 million.

That should be enough, seeing as I have to stalk Basil.

My services cannot be free.

I head out of my place and get to the mall.

Now that I think about it, I have no idea what Basil looks like and May didn't send me his pictures.

That b***h is setting me up for failure.

But I need to focus on Ace for now.

Basil is a mission when going to Paris, so I will not entertain the thought of him.

Plus, I will be next to him on the plane.

So on my way to Rome, I made a reservation at the restaurant I will be meeting Ace. And now I have found the perfect dress. Hopefully the chat will end bloody. Sorry, I meant to say it will lead to his room.

I have been going into almost every store I come across and buying myself clothes and shoes that I like. But now I need some jewellery.

I wanted to go to Harry Winston but the store is closed here, so I will settle for Tiffany & Co.

I get out of my car and walk into Tiffany & Co. But not before noticing three men walking in. Oh well, I have my gun with me.

Seems like Gift's present will finally be put to use.

Last month he gave me a Tiffany & Co credit card which, from my knowledge, has no limit.

"Greetings Miss. Welcome to Tiffany and Co. My name is Angelina and how can I help you today?", a lady says approaching me.

"Hi Angelina, I would like to see your latest jewellery, specifically necklaces, earrings and bracelets. Make sure the metal is either platinum, white gold or silver. I am not really picky on gemstones or the collection, so do surprise me", I say and walk past her so I can look around the store. The men are nowhere in sight.

It is none of your business. Yep, it is not my business.

After a few minutes, Angelina asks for me to follow her so I could see the jewellery.

I take approximately 30 minutes looking and trying on the jewellery and end up taking almost all of it. She basically picked out fifteen necklaces, twenty pairs of earrings and eighteen bracelets.

I only left two necklaces and one bracelet. I liked all the earrings.

Angelina seemed to be shocked that I had a card and actually bought all the jewellery.

And here I was thinking I looked wealthy.

But then again, she asked for my age, and when I said I was 18, she asked if I had a sugar daddy or wealthy parents.

And me being me, I said,'If him being at least 10 years older counts as being a sugar daddy, then yes'.

But who was she to judge because I'm bringing in money.

Now that I have done my shopping, I am going to go get ready for Ace, seeing that it is already 5 pm and I still need to pack my new stuff.

I have finished everything and it is currently 6.55 pm. So I am dressed in a lilac purple organza ruffle off shoulder bustier mesh overlay bodycon dress.

Okay that was a mouthful for my brain.

Ace better be there already. I didn't dress up for nothing.

Okay, sure, I didn't do anything to my hair or do any face beat, but I applied some concealer, mascara, and lip gloss. That counts.

I drive to the restaurant while listening to JP Cooper. I can't relate to half the stuff he's singing, but it's good stuff.

And finally, I reach the place.

I did mention to Ace that I reserved a table under his name.

"Saluti signora", the host greets me in Italian with a polite smile.

(Greetings ma'am)

"Saluti signore, ho fatto una prenotazione sotto Ace", I politely greet him back in Italian.

(Greetings sir, I made a reservation under Ace)

He nods and raises his hand to call someone. A girl approaches us with a smile and subtly nods at me before looking at the host.

"Conducila al tavolo 5.2",he instructs, and the girl nods.

(Lead her to table 5.2)

"Please follow me, Miss", she says with a small voice.

I nod and she leads me to the table.

And guess what?

Ace is not here.

I look around the restaurant and it is busy as expected. I check the time and it is 7.03. If he is not here by 7.10, I will leave and forget his existence. Well, maybe not, but still.

"Would you like anything to drink?", the waitress asks.

"A white chocolate Martini, please", I say, remembering what Karen said I could try at this restaurant.

She nods and leaves me alone.

I take out my phone and play Sudoku to pass time.

I sense eyes on me and I am used to it, but I am tempted to look at whoever it is.

I look up to see a man.

A Greek God.

He seems to be in a meeting seeing that his laptop is open, he has airpods on it and he is saying a few words here and there. But his eyes move between me and his screen. Either it's him or he was sent by him. And I know I am right.

He does not say anything and removes his airpods with his eyes staring into mine. Those bright gray eyes. He has golden brown hair, he looks tall, lean yet muscular, with sharp facial features, a small beauty spot on the corner of his upper lip which can go unnoticed.

As I am still observing him, the waitress lightly places my drink in front of me. I turn to look at her.

"Are you ready to order or should I give you a few more minutes?", she asks, taking out a small notepad and pen.

I pick up the menu and say," For starters,I will have the smoked salmon flan cupola with celery and mango salad, served with Greek yogurt dressing. Followed by sliced beef tenderloin, served with toasted bread and Béarnaise sauce dressing. And a bottle of Costa di Bussia accompanied with a dark chocolate sponge-cake with white chocolate heart and Rum crème angle for dessert. I will have one course at a time, so I expect it to be at a good temperature, not too hot or cold". I shut close the menu and look at her.

"Did you get everything,Esmerald?", I ask taking a quick glance at her name tag.

She looks at me in confusion.

"You know me?", she asks.

"Name tag", I say.

Realisation hits her and she nods before reciting my order for me.

"Will that be all?", she asks and I nod.

She leaves and I look down at my phone to see it is 7.11.

I know I said I would leave, but I still have to eat and have to get the name of the man who keeps staring at me.

I decide to have my drink while resuming my game.

As much as I want him, he will have to come to me.

Time skip...

I am now finishing up my cake and Ace never showed up. I know he is watching me from afar and that pisses me off, but if he does not want to meet me, it's his gain because I would have killed him.

I take the last sip of my wine and look around for Esmerald.

I see her talking to the host and as though she felt my eyes, she looks up and I raise my hand to call her.

She comes and I ask for my bill.

" It has been sorted", she says .

"By whom?", I ask.

"That man over there", she points to the Greek God who seems to be getting ready to leave.

"Well, that's interesting", I mumble.

I stand to leave and thank her for her services.

I exit the restaurant and amble towards my car.

I hear rushing footsteps behind me but still keep my slow pace.

"Excuse me",I hear a deep voice behind me.

I pause and look over my shoulder. So Greek God followed me.

Fucking finally.

"May I speak to you for a minute?",he asks.

I turn around to face him.

"Concerning?",I ask, keeping eye-contact.

"If it is not a problem for you, could I have your numbers?", he asks with a smile.

" Get in your car and follow me", I say and turn to go to my car.

He better follow me or I will be damned.