EDITED: 17th March 2019.

Brooklyn.

I shook Diavolo's, oops I mean Mr. Francesco's, hand maintaining eye-contact with him as he bought the back of my hand to his lips and gave it a peck which left me shivering.

I smiled uneasily, before slipping my hand out of his grip to which he again smirked.

My uncle cleared his throat and I blinked out of my trance, turning to face Uncle Sam. He gave me a weird look before making small business talk with Mr. Francesco to which I tuned out.

What are the odds that Diavolo Francesco is the mystery man who helped me? And to think that he actually also was the one who gifted me lingerie was mortifying.

I flushed red, looking at him and admiring how his body fit perfectly in his suit, how his jaw worked swiftly when he talked and how his voice was deep and husky. God, what was this man doing to me?

I looked around before my uncle tugged me saying its time we excuse ourselves,

"Goodbye, Mr. Francesco," I said, smiling at him.

"Goodbye, Brooklyn."

Nodding at him, I hooked arms with my uncle once again and we walked away from him.

I could feel his eyes on my ass as I walked and to be a tease I added an extra sway to my hips. I usually never did this, but he made me do a lot of things I never did.

I turned my head towards him, wanting to look at his face once again and I almost swooned when he gave me a not-so discreet wink before walking his seperate way too.

I sighed turning towards the front again, my uncle, fortunately, was busy with looking at the decor and didn't notice our encounter.

--- Boredom.

I admit meeting new people was fun (not) but after a few hours, my feet hurt and I had seated myself at a bar telling my uncle to enjoy his time, alone and without me.

My purse vibrated and I opened it, settling my drink on the counter in front of me. It was my phone and it had a message from an unknown number. I curiously opened the message,

'Meet me in the garden. -D'

I immediately knew who it was. I didn't know whether to get up and walk there or to ignore it. But I had to anyway ask him about the lingerie he sent me and what better way to do it.

I got up, paying the bartender and slipping back into the hall. I waved a waiter towards me,

"Do you know where the garden is?" I asked him.

He nodded and began giving me the directions, thanking him I started walking there. In the midst, I saw my Uncle talking to a group of people at a table, particulary a group of ladies and shook my head. Some things will never change.

I walked cautiously in the lone garden, was it someone pranking me and not actually Diavolo? Just when I was about to walk back into the hall, arms encircled my waist pulling me to a hard chest.

I screamed bloody murder, but the person immediately covered my mouth. I shouted muffled profanities at the man and let my fighting reflex take over. I kicked him in his family jewels but when I heard a familiar voice mutter painful curses, I turned to face the intruder.

"Mr. Francesco?" I breathed out, shocked but mostly angry at him.

"Why the hell did you scare me like that!" I yelled at him, still panting.

His eyes darkened, in anger before he trapped me on one of the palm trees, placing hands on each side of my head. I looked down, suddenly scared.

"You do not raise your voice like that with me, little girl." He said tilting my chin with his forefinger, his voice sounding more deep and dominating.

I nodded, and he relaxed but did not move from his position. I started to become uncomfortable with him staring at my face with laser like eyes, so I cleared my throat motioning towards the very little space in between us. He smirked before moving a little back, giving me space to breathe. Did this guy never hear of personal space?

"So why did you tell me to come here?" I asked him.

He leaned in a little, pushing my hair to the side before whispering in my ear.

"Did you like the lingerie I sent you, sweetheart?" He said, completely ignoring my previous question.

I blushed furiously and avoided eye-contact with him. He growled lowly, before telling me to look at him. The smirk on his face told me just how much he enjoyed this.

"Why did you send me that?" I demanded, collecting myself together.

"That doesn't matter, babe. Are you wearing it right now?" He replied huskily.

I could feel the heat returning to my cheeks because I was indeed wearing the set today. I had no idea he would be here and I figured why not wear it. But now I was regretting it.

"No, I am not. Actually, I threw that in the trash. And you better not send me such gifts again." I replied, feeling slightly more confident than before.

"Tsk, Tsk. Did I ever mention that I do not like liars?" He said, his breath fanning my face.

"I am not lying," I said, not wanting to admit it.

"Then you wouldn't mind me seeing it for myself, would you?" He said, chuckling.

"Actually, I would you pig." I retorted, licking my lips as they suddenly felt dry, making his gaze shift to my movements.

"Ah sweetheart, the things I would like to do to you." He said, his voice sounding deeper.

"And the things I would never let you do," I said, smiling big.

He rolled his eyes, "Oh trust me, sweetheart, you will be begging soon."

"We will see about that Mr. Francesco," I replied.

I heard footsteps coming near us before I heard my uncle's voice,

"Brook dear, the waiter said you would be here. Where are you?" He yelled, from somewhere near.

I panicked, fearing my uncle catching me with Mr. Francesco in such a comprising position.

"Looks like your uncle's coming. But we will meet again and very soon, babe." He whispered in my ear before leaving a delicate kiss to my right cheek and disappearing behind a few bushes. The feather like feel of his lips, making my cheek tingle.

I stayed stiff breathing hard, even when I caught my Uncle's eye and he asked what happened.

"Nothing. Absolutely Nothing." I said, fixing myself and giving him a small smile.

He gave me a questioning look before shrugging,

"Alright then. It's time for us to go home. You ready?" He said and I nodded, fisting my purse tighter in my hand.

We walked side by side, my Uncle telling me all about the new ladies he talked to today but I was lost in my thoughts about how Diavolo's lips had sent sparks throughout my body.

Unconsciously, I touched my cheek and smiled. Just a kiss on the cheek felt so great, I imagined what his lips would feel like elsewhere...

Nope, I am so not going there. But I had to admit,

He sure was something.

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a u t h o r' s n o t e:

finally, i was able to complete this chapter.

i had lots of trouble while typing this. my school's having programmes and functions coming up which i have participated in and they have taken a big toll on my daily routine.

our periods have been cut short and we have been given 1 hour everyday to practice. then normally we have holidays on friday and saturday but now us participants should come saturdays too.

it ends on the 10th of november and after that i'll be resting myself so the next chapter will be posted by 17th november ONLY.

hope you guys understand i'm not exactly someone who spends the whole day typing away.(no offense)

i also know i said in my last A/N that i would publish 1-2 chapters but i was only able to complete one. so sorry :(.

anyway, back to the story. how dominating is Diavolo ugh i am in love. idk about you guys but a dominating man is my weakness.

thats all though.

diavolo looking like a snack in the party ;) his suit and him at the top^^

thanks so much for reading :)

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