"He saw her before he saw anything else in a room"

Arabella Karve "Unflattering, this one next" The stylist says as he shoves a heavy purple gown into my hands.

I groan loudly, exhausted from the hours of trying on heavy, uncomfortable, and tight dresses.

"Why can't we just be done for the day?" I say while rolling my eyes, making a sour face at the disturbing purple gown.

"Because the ball is this month, and we can't wait until last minute for the heir to pick out a dress." The stylist says in an aggrieved tone. He continues looking through more hideous and vibrant dresses that he brought. Lucky me.

I inhale while trying to control my temper before turning around and walking into my bathroom.

I peal off the pink sparkly dress and silently thank God as it falls to the floor. Hell to the fucking no.

I reluctantly place on the dark purple gown that falls to my feet. I scowl in the mirror looking at myself, I fucking hate purple on me.

I step out of the bathroom with an unamused expression plastered on my face.

"This is even worse then the fucking orange one." I say as I place my hands on my hips.

He ignore me and smoothly walks behind me. I feel him zip up the dress before slowly stepping away from me with an achieved look.

"I like that one, you're wearing it" He says while tapping his pen against his lips and looking over me.

"I'm not fucking wearing it, I hate it."

"Last time I checked Ms.Karve, no one cares for your opinion-" He begins but is suddenly cut off by my bedroom door being thrown open.

"I do." The deep Italian accent rings out across the room as Eros walks in with a glare on his face.

Holy fucking hotness.

A small grin appears on my face as he steps into the room and immediately my stylist closes his stupid mouth. Eros confidently steps into the room with a scary and alluring aura surrounding him.

He leans back against the wall while crossing his beautiful arms as he continues glaring at the stylist.

"Y-you must be Mr.Vandare" The stylist stutters out as he stares at Eros with fear coating his eyes.

"If she doesn't want to wear the fucking dress she isn't fucking wearing it" Eros sneers with a hateful tone, ignoring his uncared for comment.

"Okay... what dress would you like to wear?" The man nervously turns back around and looks back at me.

"None in that pile" I say matter-of-factly.

The man sighs and closes his eyes before slowly opening them, visibly irritated. "Then what would you like to wear?"

"I want a black dress for the ball" I say while raising my chin and looking at him.

"Black?" The man makes a bitter face.

"Yes, I want it long, glistening, and strapless" I say while tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"That's a lot of demands" The stylist says under his breath while writing my request down on his small notepad.

"I am the heir" I say with a cocky voice.

The stylist just rolls his eyes, "well then Ms.Karve, I will be reaching out sometime soon for you to try on your dress."

"Thank you" I say with a sweet smile as he hangs the dresses back on the clothing rack.

After collecting most of his items he shoots Eros a timid nod before walking out of the room.

I lift up my middle finger the second the door closes behind him. Asshole.

I sigh and drop my hand before looking back at Eros, only to see his eyes already on me.

"Don't judge" I say with a small grin.

Eros just continues staring at me with a slightly locked jaw.

"Eros?" I tilt my head while furrowing my eyebrows.

"I know you hate the dress, but I think you look beautiful." Eros suddenly says making my breath hitch.

I smile softly, "thank you Eros."

Eros just nods slowly, keeping his eyes trained on me.

"Well I am going to get out of this before I actually cry" I say with an exaggerated smile before turning around and stepping into the bathroom.

A small giddy smile breaks out across my face the second I shut the door. I've never though a compliment could make me feel so... good?

After taking a deep breath I reach to my back to try and unzip the dress.

I bite my lip angrily as I struggle to pull down the small fucking zipper. I continue struggling before reluctantly sighing, "Hey Eros, can you help me!?" I yell through the door.

After a moment there is a knock on the bathroom door, "come in."

The door slowly opens and I feel myself inhale softly as Eros steps into the bathroom.

"The zipper is stuck," I smile sheepishly while looking at him through the mirror.

Eros nods before carefully walking up behind me. I softly move my long hair to the side as Eros begins to grab onto the dress zipper.

He slowly begins to pull down the dress zipper as my heart unexpectedly begins to race. As he makes it to my mid back, his hand softly brushes against my bare skin causing me to slightly shiver at the sensation.

His warm breath fans against the back of my neck and I take a deep breath, trying to control the weird feeling clouding my mind.

Eros carefully removes his hands and I turn around, my warm brown eyes meeting his. His dark hair softly falls on his forehead as he stares down at me with a locked jaw. Before I can stop myself, I slowly lift my hand up, and gently brush his dark hair out of his eyes while maintaining eye contact with him. What am I thinking?

I find my touch softly lingering as my fingers meet his skin. I lightly intertwine my pale hand into his soft hair and watch as he deeply inhales.

His rough, yet warm hands guide themselves onto my hips and I feel myself melt into his touch.

I can't stop myself when my eyes glance down from his eyes to his alluring plump lips.

"Lo rendi così fottutamente difficile essere bravo" Eros mumbles deeply, his warm minty breath hitting my cold face.

"Hm?" I hum softly, unable to take my eyes off of his lips.

Suddenly one of Eros's hands leave my waist and gently grabs onto my chin. He slowly tilts my head up, so that my eyes leave his lips and are now looking into his scary eyes.

Eros slowly shakes his head and I feel my self control slowly drift away as my mind gets hazy.

My breathing hitches as Eros begins to lean down towards me with his eyes trained on my lips.

His hand keeps my head angles up towards him as his face gets closer to mine. His other hand softly softly slides into the back off my unzipped dress, pressing against my lower back. Sparks come from his gentle touch as I can't help but lean towards him.

My eyes begin to drift shut, and then as if the fucking world has something against me, my stomach rumbles.

So. fucking. loud.

A gorgeous smirk spreads across Eros's face as I smile sheepishly, "I've been trying on dresses all morning."

He slowly removes his hand from my jaw and tucks a loose piece of hair behind my ear. He takes a smooth step back, still smirking at me while tucking his hands into his pockets.

What the fuck just happened? And why the fuck am I disappointed? ********************* "I think they are done," I tilt my head and look into the oven where there are burnt cookies messily made on a pan.

Eros leans back against the counter and looks into the oven, "I'm guessing so."

I quickly pull the pan out and harshly drop it onto the counter.

After a moment of the chocolate chips cookies cooling down I scowl at them, "they are burnt." I say sadly while looking at the cookies that have black surrounding the edges. I worked so hard on making those.

"They are fine." Eros says while picking up one of the cookies and looking down at it.

"Don't eat that Eros, you're gonna get cancer," I say while scrunching my nose.

Before I can say anything else Eros takes a large bite out of the burnt cookie, that crunches and crumbles in his hand.

He slowly chews it as a suppressed smile begins to spread across his face.

I immediately laugh and shake my head as he swallows the bite and try's to not let his true reaction show.

"It's good, Bella." Eros says as a full smile breaks across his face. My heart stops at the glorious sight as he smiles down at me.

Who knew fucking Eros Vandare would have the most gorgeous dimples ever.

I couldn't have ever guessed that Eros would get even more perfect than he already is. That is until I saw his smile.

His entire face lights up as he shows off his perfectly straight white teeth, and beautiful smile lines. I've never seen someone so magnificent.

I stare at him in awe as he sets down the rest of the cookie and looks at me.

"Don't eat that," He says as his smile slowly disappears and he now stares at me with a weird look dancing in his eyes.

"Are you calling me a bad baker?" I say while making a pout and crossing my arms.

"Never," He says, "but maybe you should get something premade."

"You're mean," I grin while walking over to the fridge and pulling out some cherries sitting in a small bowl.

I place them on the counter and smile at Eros, "you ask and you shall receive."

I grab one sitting on top and blissfully bite into it. I feel a drip of the red liquid leak down my lip as I take a bite. I wonder if cherry liquid would work as lipstick?

Eros stares intensely at me while licking his flawless lips. "Want one?" I ask while sliding the bowl towards him. Eros just shakes his head while keeping his eyes on me, "God Bella, sarai la mia morte."

I am about to make a snarky comment on his Italian before a voice shatters the moment.

"Is that you gorgeous?" I hear a Russian accent say from behind me and I quickly wipe my red lip before turning around.

Dimitri walks into the kitchen with a wide grin. From the corner of my eye I can see Eros straighten and his demeanor fully change.

"Dimitri what are you doing here?" I say while throwing the cherry stem into the trash can.

"I was needing to speak with your parents about an upcoming mission." Dimitri smiles as he runs one of his hands through his blond hair.

"Oh fun" I say sarcastically.

"Well obviously" He smirks, "Now Arabella, I have a few things I did want to discuss with you so could we talk in private?" Dimitri glances towards Eros.

Eros slightly clenches his fist that is beside him before looking at me and silently asking me if I want to speak with Dimitri.

I nod softly and with that Eros powerfully pushes off of the counter and walks towards the basement stairs, shooting Dimitri one last glare.

After Eros descends down the stairs, Dimitri walks towards me with a smirk.

"So gorgeous, remember when I told you I would inform you if I was going to the club down town?Well tomorrow night me and some friend are going and I couldn't think of anyone more wonderful to invite but you." He grins with flirtatiousness in his words.

I think for a moment, "I don't know." I respond while shrugging.

"Come on Arabella, live a little. You don't get this many chances to have a carefree night" He winks.

I haven't lived enough in my twenty years on this planet, I should live a little.

"I'll talk to my parents."

"Wonderful." He smiles at me, and in one smile there is so much to unpack. ************************ HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!!

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