The Italian Billionaire and His Run Away Bride

Chapter 5

Cassandra woke up with a start when she heard a very persistent knock on her door. She looked at the time and was shocked. It's already 9:30 in the morning.

She was pretty sure she set her alarm clock to 8 o'clock. She must have overslept. She slept late last night, thinking about Samuel's last message. He is one persistent guy. I give him that, but his charms won't work on me.

The knocking on the door didn't stop. Instead, the one outside is now banging on her door. She grumpily got up, put on a robe, and went to her door.

She is ready to chew on the intruder when she opened the door, but she swallowed her words when she saw who it was banging on her door.

The Italian devil himself stood outside her door with a very pissed face. Samuel De' Luca is glaring at her, fuming with anger. He walked past her and invited himself inside her small and crappy apartment.

" I thought I was clear last night, dolcezza? I said 9 am sharp, yet here you are, obviously just woke up and out of bed having the time of your life sleeping!" He fumed, crossing his arms across his chest.

I loved those bulging arms when he flexed them. He saw where my eyes are focusing on and flexed his arms even more. Such a showoff! I looked at him, raising my brows and crossing my own arms across my chest.

" And I thought I made myself clear, Mr. De' Luca. I am not interested in working for your company anymore." I told him defiantly.

" Cara, I don't buy your story about finding a job. I know you're still looking for a job, and your part-time job at the diner isn't enough to cover your expenses.

" How did you know where I live anyway? Are you stalking me, Mr. De' Luca?" I glared at him, I know he's rich, and he can do anything he wants, but he cannot just barge into my life and demands I do what he says.

" Don't change the subject, cara. Why didn't you show up at our appointment? Don't you know every time I waste costs me millions? I waited for you! I even prepared breakfast for you!" He looks so frustrated and pissed. I feel kind of sorry I stood him up.

But I am just too scared to face him if he realized it was me in that alley last night. What if he will have me killed too because of what I witnessed?

" Earth to Cassandra, hey."He flicked his fingers in front of me. I was lost in my thoughts. I didn't hear what he said.

" What?! I told you, Mr. De' Luca, I am not interested. I can find another job elsewhere." I glared at him and threaded my fingers through my hair in frustration. This guy is really thick-headed.

But his presence in my apartment made me realize how small it is. His towering height almost touched the ceiling, and his costly looking suit is really out of place in here. Then he approached me slowly, like a panther on its prey.

" Tesoro, why are you so difficult? What are you afraid of? Where can you get a better offer than De' Luca Enterprise? We offer housing and a car on top of your salary. Do you think other companies will give you such benefits?" He stood so near to me I can smell his musk cologne and aftershave.

I thought I was tall, but I feel like a small kitten looking at a lion with him so close to me. I can see the stubble on his face and the grey stormy eyes staring at me.

He reached out for my hair and tucked it in my ear, and cupped my face in his big calloused hand. He traced my lips with his thumb and intensely stared at my mouth. I saw his tongue dart out of his mouth and licked his lower lip.

" I am not going to hurt you, Bambina. You don't have to be scared of me." He whispered. I felt like I was in a trance. I can't move nor speak, feel.

I can feel him surround me, his smell, his touch, his voice. I was transfixed.

" Sei cosi bella, so beautiful. Now be a good girl, take a shower and come down when you're ready. I am taking you out for lunch and then we are going to the office. Understand, cara?" He ordered, kissed my forehead then went out the door.

Before closing the door, he looked back and said, " I will wait for you in my car. Remember, dolcezza. I don't like to be kept waiting." Then he was gone.

I stood there with my head spinning and mouth hanging. What had just happened? Who is this guy? Great! Now the crazy Samuel De' Luca is after me, he might be hot and gorgeous, but I think he's a little bit lose in the head.

Then my phone dinged. When I opened it, I saw it came from him.

Tick Tock, dolcezza, I am starving, or do you want me to come back up and help you change?

I texted back, threw my phone on the bed, took my towel, and went to my small bathroom.

If you want your chopped balls for breakfast, you can try stronzo! You can leave if you can't wait!

After 10 minutes, I went out of my shower and changed into my formal clothes—a body-hugging white strapless dress with black lines accentuating both sides. I blow-dried my hair and put on less makeup. If I was not in a hurry, I could have done better.

I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath. What is Samuel De' Luca planning to do with me? Before I can ponder more on my thoughts, my phone dinged again. What an impatient man! I put on my black stilettos, grabbed my phone from the bed, and placed it in my purse.

I looked at my phone and read his text, " I'm waiting, dolcezza, in case you forgot." I rolled my eyes and walked out of my apartment, locked my door, and went to the lift. Let him wait! Who asked him to come anyway? That big oaf! Jesus! What have I gotten myself into?