All Chapters of In Love With His Coldhearted Mafia Brother: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I submitted the final contracts for the London gala and landed them on Vanessa's desk at nine in the morning the next day.I printed them myself, double-checked every page, and walked them across the hall without knocking. Vanessa was on the phone when I entered, her back to me, her voice low and annoyed about something. I set the folder on the corner of her desk and waited.She glanced at it, then at me, then back at her computer screen. "What's this?""Everything. The AV equipment is confirmed, the catering is settled, and the venue signed off on the final floor plan. All that's left is for someone to get on a plane and make sure it runs smoothly."Vanessa picked up the folder like it might bite her. She flipped through a few pages, her eyes scanning, looking for something wrong. "I'll let Mr. De Luca know," she said.I turned and walked back to my desk trying not to think about the fact that in two days I'd be on a plane to London, I'd be the one on a plane to London to make sure

I slowly sat up to turn off my five a.m. alarm with a groan. I didn't sleep throughout the night, I couldn't. I spent the night staring at the ceiling, listening to the rain stop and start, stop and start, and wondering if I was making a mistake. There were so many thoughts in my head that I don't even know which of them in particular kept me up.I climbed down the bed and turned on the floor heater, trying to blink away the pain in my eyes. I pulled out a comfortable casual two piece and placed it on my vanity— I wasn't about to travel in a skirt and dress shirt —including my perfume for the day, lotion, lipgloss and foundation for the five kilogram eye bags under my eyes. I made my way to the kitchen afterwards, set up the coffee machine while I cleaned up the house. Chloe was still asleep on the sofa, she refused to join me inside, afraid she’ll oversleep and forget about me. I poured two mugs of coffee for the both of us, drank half of mine, and poured the rest into a travel mug

I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, my face still burning, my heart still doing that stupid staccato thing it had been doing since I heard the beep of his key card. What have I just done? What the bloody heck just happened?I'm dead!!! I'm dead!!!!I accused him of following me into my room when he was just trying to open his own door, and I thought he was going to kiss me. Why the heck would I think that? Why the heck did I think that??Why the heck did I expect a kiss from a man I've tried countless times to drive away.I actually thought he was going to kiss me, and then I stood there like a frozen idiot while he just waited for me to realize my mistake. He probably enjoyed that. Masochistic!Love of torture!Evil man!I walked to the bed and dropped face-first onto the mattress, screaming into the pillow until my throat hurt, then I grabbed the pillow and hit myself in the forehead with it countless times before throwing it across the room. Maybe that'll bring m

I pushed through the sea of black gowns, red gowns and sparkling jewels with my clutch to my chest, my heart pounding so loud I was sure everyone could hear it. I scanned the room for Priya, or a clock, anything that would tell me how much damage I've done by oversleeping. The orchestra was playing something soft and jazzy, and the guests were mingling near the bar and the hors d'oeuvre stations, so at least the world hasn't ended.Yet.I spotted Priya near the stage, talking to a man in a tuxedo. I made my way toward her, weaving between clusters of conversation, when she saw me her eyes widened."You're alive," she gave me a once-over. “And gorgeous.”"Thank you, and I'm so sorry. My alarm didn't—""Oh don't bother, Nothing happened. The speeches haven't started, although boss' assistant came to look for you?" She squeezed my arm. "She's somewhere around." She patted my shoulder and walked away.I looked down at my dress, suddenly self-conscious. I'd put it on in such a panic that I

After the door clicked shut and Vanessa's footsteps faded down the hallway, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and slumped against the desk, my lips still tingling, and the memory of his fingers inside of me doing things to my insides that I didn't have time to deal with.Dante was still standing by the door, watching me with that calm, very infuriating expression, like he hadn't just had me moaning on his desk five minutes ago. I scoffed, pushed off the desk, and dragged my dress down. I walked toward him, quickly bent down to grab my clutch, and when I straightened up, he was right there, my head almost hitting his chest. “Why are you in such a hurry?” He raised a brow and his hand came up to my face. I should have stepped back, but when his thumb traced my lower lip, I forgot what I was even going to do.He leaned in, and kissed me again…I kissed him back for one stupid second, maybe two, before I found the strength to press my palm against his bare sexy chest and push