Arianna
The tall glass building full of green vines looms before us when we step out of the car. It's unique and futuristic, the architecture new and completely different from another buildings in the city or whatever I've ever seen in my life.
When Vincent mentioned a rooftop restaurant, this was not what I had in mind, seeing the building reaching the sky like a giant tower, reflecting all the lights from the city streets.
Imagining to be at the top, it gave me chills when Vincent took my hand in his, helping me walk in the lobby and straight to the elevator when the manager of the building lead us to the VIP lift, especially meant for clients who had more power than common people.
With wonder, we took the elevator as it started going up, the transparent window glass giving me a clear image of the city night and with my fear of heights, it was hard to enjoy the sight fully when I gripped the elevator's banister in a tight hold, my fingers sweating and trembling slightly.
Vincent who was just leaning against the glass, opposite me with his hands in pockets, looking comfortable noticed my discomfort of course.
"Darling, you look pale. Are you scared?"
Crossing the distance between us, he draw me close to his chest and took my jaw in his palm while the other hand slid down to my backside," Just look at me if you're scared of looking down. You're shaking like a leaf," whispering tenderly, his kiss against my forehead made me close my eyes, relaxing into his embrace.
Somehow, with him, I could calm myself down with the rest of the ride and soon the elevator pinged, opening its doors for us to exit. As soon as I stepped outside the glass door and onto the rooftop area where the tables were arranged elegantly and there was a breathtaking view with thousands of stars shining brightly above, I let out a sigh of relief when we took a seat, looking at the view in awe.
With his blazer draped over my shoulders to protect me from the cold winds blowing in the air, my eyes sparkled in fascination anyway when I looked all around us.
The rooftop was decorated with a lot of colorful plants and vines, creating a beautiful and cosy atmosphere. I felt like we had stepped into a magical garden where stars above us shined brightly.
With my chin in hand, I smiled at Vincent who was already casually sitting in his seat, watching me.
I wanted to speak but didn't know how to start without sounding silly so I just went ahead and spoke," This place looks amazing. The city below me is so beautiful," turning to watch the city, I could almost see the stars reflected on all the skyscrapers' windows.
"I knew you would like it. I chose this place especially for you," his golden eyes glinted mysteriously from all the lights around us, giving me that smile who can melt every woman in his presence.
Feeling shy, I tucked my hair behind my ear and cleared my throat," Thanks for taking me out, Vince. I feel so much better after all the work and everything. My head is much clearer now."
"Anything for you, baby," he gave me a satisfying smirk.
After ordering our food, we continued to talk quietly, enjoying each other's company in silence until the waiter brought our food, making me realize just how hungry I actually am.
'How can I forget to eat today…? Oh well, hopefully I will get some sleep tonight since I have so much to do tomorrow.' I thought, eating with a content expression on my face.
Once again, we ate silently, savouring the food in silence and smiling when I couldn't help but look down occasionally only to find him staring intensely at me and licking his lips, his eyes glued to my mouth.
"What is it?" Blinking my eyes several times to focus myself on him, I waited for his answer.
"I'm just thinking about how pretty you would look with my cock inside your mouth. That lipstick gives me crazy ideas."
Coughing, my face turned crimson red and I felt a sudden urge to hide under the table and never come back out again. The words made me embarrassed and both hot at the same time but knowing we're in a public restaurant with some of people not far away from us, I just wanted to die from shame.
The dark part of me wanted his cock inside me and that idea made my face burn even hotter. Thankfully the waitress appeared at that moment so she could take their plates away and clean the tables. After she left, I was grateful that the waiter didn't seem to notice what they saw and that neither of us seemed to want anyone to see us having such an embarrassing conversation.
"You really have no filter," I huffed under my breath, both hating and loving his blunt nature. It was similar to how he first started talking to me by messaging me that crude message. That time I wanted that psycho to be in jail but look at me now, sitting at the restaurant with the same stalker, enjoying my dinner with him. I was totally crazy.
Trying to ignore his intense stare, I took a sip of the cold wine to change the subject.
"What about the book you're writing? Are you done or do you need to edit anything more?"
Noticing me changing the topic for obvious reasons, he chuckled," Yes. I almost missed the deadline again but I finally finished. My editor just needs to go over it to make sure everything is perfect. When it is done, I will personally will give the first signed copy to you. It wouldn't be possible without you," giving me a smile, I just blushed, nodding my head.
"All right. I take your word for it."
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Later we found ourselves standing by the edge with the glass rooftop rail protecting us from falling down as I watched the city below. The height was ridiculous and scary but I tried to overcome my fear because of how magnificent the view was from the top floor.
The breeze was much calmer now but the night's temperature had dropped below freezing point as the people rushed to their homes to get some sleep.
Looking how peaceful the world was, I even forgot the dark parts of myself when I paint but now my heart just calmly beat with a sense of ease.
My stalker joined me, after putting my coat on and trapping me in his arms, he leaned against the railing to kiss my temple. In these moments when he was so gentle, I even forgot how rough he can be in the bedroom when he lets his beast show. He was like a different person.
"Enjoying the view?" murmuring besides my ear, I felt his arm sneaking around my waist and sliding beneath the soft fabric of my dress, his skin burning when his palm enveloped my breast, giving me goosebumps. My knees almost buckled from his intimate touch and since his hand was under my coat, no one could see where that hand actually was. What alluring things he did under my dress.
"Vincent-" I started to protest but the pinch on my left nipple shut me up when those fingers squeezed my breast firmly.
Letting out a shuddering breath, he turned my face towards him and leaned in close, those golden eyes trapping me into its depths, not even giving me a chance to say anything when he captured my lips in a firm sensual kiss.
My moan against his mouth made me taste his tongue which tasted like wine we had earlier as he played with me, still on the rooftop with the soft music drifting around us, people softly talking between each other but we were standing in the corner where everyone was too busy trying to enjoy the view around them to notice a couple kissing passionately not far away.
"Sometimes you look so fragile that I just want to consume you whole. You're my addiction, my salvation. Baby…" his voice was low and hoarse and his words alone made me whimper, wanting him to enter me again. I didn't even care that I was sore, I just wanted him inside me.
"Vince, I-"
"Vincent? Is that you?" Sudden feminine voice calls out in surprise and the time stills between us when I recognize that voice from somewhere. Not really remembering from where I heard the voice, Vincent slips his hand out of my dress and releases me, his body also tense.
My gaze followed his and we turn to see a woman in a black dress, her familiar face now just coming back to me when I remember from the Italian restaurant where she dined with Vincent.
That's his boss?
The woman looks shocked when she notices our close proximity to each other and her eyes widen, her mouth parting open slightly before shaking her head slowly.
She looks at Vincent and for a moment I see anger into her eyes but soon she cools her expression with a tight smile.
"What a surprise. I thought I was imagining you being here. Who is this? Won't you introduce me, Vincent?" Her words are sharp but sweet, like she was trying to sound polite yet somehow annoyed at the same time.
Vincent clenches his jaw and casually wipes his lips with his fingers, not hurrying to respond when I notice him licking his lips from my red lipstick because of our kiss.
Mortified, I wipe my own lips and feel ashamed to be caught doing something so inappropriate in public.
His hand on my waist makes me flush even more when he responds with a lazy expression," Ms. Brooks, what a surprise, indeed. We are enjoying our night together. This is my wife, Arianna so if you excuse us," trying to step away from her, clearly finishing conversation, the woman blinks in surprise again when she looks at me.
"Your wife?"
I can't help but laugh nervously but inside I was feeling really uncomfortable. I wasn't his wife but still, him calling me that, it felt weirdly intimate.
Nodding shyly, I try to avoid meeting her gaze," Yes. I'm his wife." I looked everywhere except her eyes, trying desperately to stop my trembling hands as Vincent's grip around my hips tightened.
"Since when? Vincent, you-"
"Mr. De La Roche," he firmly corrected her and sighed, like he was annoyed," We are leaving now so please excuse us and see each other at work on Monday," not giving her a chance to speak again, Vincent dragged me back to the elevator and once we were back on the first floor, I pulled him by the hand and stopped abruptly.
"Wait, why did you-"
"She just gets on my nerves. She is always everywhere," he gritted his teeth in anger but I was afraid to even ask him about her again, clearly seeing how the woman makes him mad. Instead, I focused on something else when we exited the building to go back to our car.
"Why did you call me your wife? We are not married yet…"
He stops walking and turns around to face me when he notices my blushing cheeks.
Chuckling in disbelief, Vincent just shakes his head and yanks me to him. His taller frame completely surrounds my smaller one when his touch on my face brings my eyes back to his.
"You're mine and it doesn't matter that we are not married yet. At the end of the day, you are still in my bed and a queen of my heart. You're my wife whenever you're ready for the real thing. I'm a patient man, baby," smirking at me, my heart just flutters in happiness.
Smiling at my stalker, I nod my head," Okay, husband," joking back, his eyes only darken at my teasing, loving me calling him that.
"Fuck, that made me even more hard," he whispers but before we can kiss again, there's a message notification sound on my phone.
"Sorry," sheepishly apologizing, I whisk my phone out of my purse to look at the message I just received.
My blood runs cold when I read the words from some unknown number.
If you don't want him dead, leave him right now. If not, he will be dead in the next thirty seconds.
You belong to me.
My gaze lifts and the cold shiver makes me almost cry when I see a red dot on Vincent's shoulder, slowly moving until it lands on his chest.
Shit.