Chapter 105: I Love This Dress On You

Chapter 105: I Love This Dress On You

Abigail

“Oh, I forgot to ask, how is it going with you and Luciano? Any talk about marriage or anything?” Mia asked with an excited smile.

We had known each other for a month but it didn't take long for me to find out how generous and open she was. It was nice to have a girlfriend to talk to about these things. Jennifer was still unaware of all the mafia stuff and I intended to keep it that way. I didn't want her to get pulled down into all this, she deserves better.

“It is going very well, we are in a great place right now but we haven't really talked about it. There has been too much going on, with Mettoe and everything.” I responded, smiling back softly.

“Yes, I get it. It has got to be tough for you, all the nervousness and anxiety.” She brought her glass to her lips again and I nodded.

Music had started playing in the background, that type of music which was popular before our time and often used in the movies about princes and princesses. This was no longer a party or get-together, this was an event for the richest and most powerful people in the world. It obviously had to be a lot more special.

“Sometimes, but Luciano is always there when I fall down that path and always makes sure I am safe and helps me get my nerves in place. I am happy he hasn't gotten hurt.” 

Luciano had come home with a few scratches once or twice but the wounds were never serious. Not that it helped me stay calm, it always looked way worse than it was with all the blood.

“It is almost ridiculous how good of a match you two are.” She muttered.

“I don't think anyone believes Luciano would settle down, but it is good that he has. He seemed so happy with you.” She continued, giving me a reassuring smile.

“Well, I sure hope he is. Otherwise, there won't be a wedding for you to boss around.” I chuckled, she playfully rolled her eyes and looked away.

I moved my eyes to Luciano again through the crowd, seeing him glance around. I caught his gaze and his straight face turned into something between a smile and a smirk. He uttered something to the others, and then began striding towards us. The people moved away as soon as he began walking, clearing up a path. I couldn't help but admire the way his suit fit his body. And while all eyes were on him, his eyes were on me. A few more steps, he reached us.

“I thought I would find you two at the bar.” He said.

“When there is no man to entertain us, we look for the alcohol.” I said, earning a chuckle from him. He shook his head and offered his hand.

“Dance with me.” It wasn't an offer as much as a demand but I still put down my glass and laid my hand in his.

He gave me a satisfied smile and walked me to the middle of the room where people had already started dancing. With one hand already entwined, I put the other on his shoulder. His big hand held my waist and with a gentle pull, I was all of a sudden an inch closer. Now that our chests pushed against each other, I had to crane my neck even more to meet his eyes. It didn't take long before I noticed that he in fact was a good and steady dancer. Besides the more dangerous and ruthless side of him, he could easily fit as the prince in this make-believe fairy-tale.

“It seems like you and Mia are becoming good friends.” He said, looking down at me while our feets moved slowly across the floor.

“Yes, she is incredibly sweet. I am happy I finally have another woman to vent to instead of the thousands of men you have.” I said with a small smirk, he chuckled and glanced around for a second.

“I always thought of her as sort of introvert person, I mean she barely speaks a word to me except when she has to.” 

“Can you blame her? You are not that approachable when it comes to business and serious situations.” I told the truth.

With me, he was a softer, made more off-guard man but he was tough and firm. He had always been, it was a part of his personality. No matter where he went or who he spoke to, he always made sure to show his strongest and best side. My mind had made notations about every little thing about him, automatically. Perhaps, that was what happens once you meet your person. For example, he always have that I hate everyone in the room looks when he enters a room. It wasn't noticeable too those around him, because he always had that expression. But I saw it.

For a man who spends so much time around people, he has never shown that much interest in socializing more than he has to.

“Is that so?” He asked slowly, a smirk hiding on his lips. I felt his hand squeezed my waist, with other faces mere centimeters away from one another.

“I don't make the rules.” His eyes studied my face for a moment in silence with only an amused smile on his face.

“That is right, you don't.” He whispered and quicker than I could react, he spun me around until my arms crossed over my chest and back was against front. With a tight grip on my hand, he refused to give me the freedom to break loose.

“People are looking, Luciano.” I said quietly, breathing heavier because of the surprised gasp I just let out. 

He didn't react, he didn't even seem aware that we were surrounded by his men, rich people and close friends.

“I love this dress on you.” He whispered right by my ear, his mouth close enough for his lips to graze lightly across my skin.

“You say that about every dress.” I whispered back.

“Only because you look so fucking sexy in every single one.” His voice had reached that deep tone where a simple word could turn me into a puddle of arousal and desperation.

People were still dancing around us and even though I relaxed in his grip, he didn't let go. While he placed a kiss behind my ear, I saw Mia and Dennis dancing a few meters away. Luckily, not paying us any attention. I didn't want to steal their spotlights just because Luciano decided to make a steamy little scene in the middle of the dance floor. Moving away from my arm, his hand went further down. There was a thin material of silk between his skin and mine but I felt tingles of goosebumps trailing behind his fingers.

His hand traveled down my waist and hip until it reached the outer part of my thigh. His fingers sneaked up under my dress and the feeling of his hand forced me to take a sharp breath. He continued higher than what was considered appropriate in a room full of people and finally, his fingers brushed over the weapon hiding underneath, secured with a strap.

“My good girl,” he whispered enough for only me to hear and proudly enough for the smirk on his lips to be practically audible in his dark voice.