CHAPTER 22
"I asked a question," he leaned further into her ear. Her breath hitched, it took all her willpower to not reveal how affected she was.
"And I answered you dummy," she managed to whisper, he smirked and bit her earlobe.
Dalia stiffened before landing a swift kick up his groin, he gasped and fell to the ground. "OMG, I'm so sorry, I acted out of instinct," she rushed to help him.
"F**k, I swear you could have made me impotent."
She helped him to the sofa and rushed into the kitchen coming out with an ice bag. "Sorry," she handed him the bag, he glared at her wincing in pain.
"Is that even real?"
"What?"
"Your apology," he eyed her.
"No," she deadpanned.
"What! you– just forget it." He placed the ice pack on his groin and stood up painfully.
"Prepare, we are going for the 5th anniversary celebration of GK company."
"What?! I thought the celebration was yesterday," she said.
"I told them it won't be convenient for me and they decided to push it to today," he answered blatantly.
She gaped at him, "wait, they postponed it because of you?"
"What can I say, I'm awesome right?" He posed like a model and ran his hand through his hair dramatically and for some reason she found it hot but she kept a blank expression.
"Don't give me that face, I'm right, ain't I?"
She turned and walked away to the kitchen. Matteo scoffed and flicked his hair like a woman and walked away. Dalia burst out in a fit of laughter.
Time skip
The Navy blue ancient Greek styled gown hugged my body bringing out my pear figure. (AN: can't remember which figure she had, if you do then imagination away) The diamond earrings dangled from my ears and the expensive purse I was holding glittered. "Done yet?" Matteo yelled from outside the door.
"No!"
String of curses followed next and I hurriedly arranged my hair before stepping out of the room. "Gosh, what took you so lo-" Matteo stared at me intensely.
"Nothing, let's go." I walked past him and got into the car, he followed.
"Whenever you get nervous just hold on to my arm okay?" He said with concern.
"What makes you think that I'll get nervous, I have attended these kinds of parties countless of times so I will not need your help," I tilt my chin upward in a snobbish way.
"Okay, suit yourself," he said and ordered the driver to drive away.
We entered the expensively decorated environment, the party was held at the Gren–Kennedy resident aka GK. "Woah," I gaped at the beautiful decor. Matteo glanced at me and scowled.
"Close your mouth Marissa."
"There's even an exclusive red carpet and the freaking PAPARAZZI!!," I broke out in cold sweat and gripped my gown.
"Don't tell me you're scared now huh?" He mocked and climbed out of the car.
"No, I am not scared, I'll show you."
I climbed out of the car in a haste and almost tripped. Matteo grinned, sheer amusement in his eyes. He walked up to me and pulled me to himself.
"Just smile, wave and walk elegantly," he whispered into my ears, hot breath fanning my ears. I shifted away from him a little to create a distance between us. We walked together on the red carpet with cameras flashing and recording and reporters thrusting their mic in people's faces.
"Here comes Mr. Silvetti of Silvetti corporation," one of the female reporters screamed and they swarmed us.
"Who is she?"
"Is she your girlfriend?"
"What about Marilyn, did you dump her?"
"What is your relationship with this woman?"
Reporters kept throwing questions at us while we walked away into the Manor. "Did you really dump Mari-"
"Are you seriously trying to ruin my mood," he snapped at me and I hurriedly shut my mouth.
"Hello Mr. Silvetti, it's a pleasure meeting you," Mr. Harris shook hands with him.
"The pleasure is all mine," he replied with an expressionless face.
"And who is this beautiful woman with you?"
"She's my.....
He's gonna say girlfriend, I dunno but I'm wishing for him to say girlfr-
Personal assistant."
Wait, what?
"Nice to meet you, miss.....?"
"Dahlia," I said and he smiled. such a sweet man.
"As in the black Dahlia? One of the unsolved murder mysteries of all time." Gah! My poor fragile heart.
"Umm...yeah," I scratched the back of my head and he laughed.
"Sorry doll, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"No, don't worry I'm okay, I get that a lot," I just wished for the ground to open up and swallow me.
"Nice meeting you Harris," Matteo said harshly and pulled me away from the handsome young man.
"Don't go running about and talking to other men when I'm not with you, and remember that you are my date," he growled at me while glaring at the retreating figure of Xander Harris.
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"My info tells me that they are at the party.....yes....I have just sighted them...yes I am sure....she's wearing a navy blue ancient Greek styled gown, her hair is styled into a crown.... okay I'll make sure to keep a close eye on them," the informant hung up.
On the other side
"Time for the hunt," she snickered and walked into the party.
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Matteo
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I walked up to the guy beside Marissa and forced myself in-between them. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Oliver," I gripped him in a tight handshake blocking her from him.
"Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you too, I was just talking to Miss Banks here," Ivan Oliver winced because of how strong my handshake was. I was aiming to shatter his bones.
"I see you have already met my date, this is Dahlia my....."
"Personal assistant, I am his personal assistant," she blurted from behind me and I scoffed
"Oh...Okay," the son of a bitch sighed in fucking relief.
"Would like to dance wi-"
"Are you trying to flirt my...."
"Yes, I'd love to," Dahlia cut me off and walked away with him to the dance floor leaving me stunned.
A/N
Dahlia 1, Matteo 0 and Ivan in the lion's den , let's watch how Matteo will get Dahlia back.
N.B
I just found out that the spelling Dalia is not correct so I'm gonna be writing it like this: Dahlia.
Comment and vote pls.