Ch.10
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*Vincenzo*
I blinked in astonishment at the beauty in my arms. A sigh of awe escaped my lips as I found myself lost in the captivating depths of her emerald-green eyes. They gazed back at me, radiating an enchanting sweetness that made me forget the world around us.
She was, without a doubt, the most breathtaking sight I had ever laid my eyes on. My heart danced a chaotic rhythm within my chest as her soft hands gently brushed against my torso, leaving trails of warmth and desire in their wake. But before I could savor the moment any longer, she summoned her strength and pushed me away.
"Let go of me, Vin," she slurred, her words tainted by the unmistakable influence of alcohol.
I couldn't help but curse under my breath as a mixture of frustration and concern churned within me. She was so utterly drunk, yet undeniably alluring.
Oh, baby, you need to be taught a lesson for behaving like a bad girl.
"Dr. Bella, you're not in a good situation to be left alone. Let me take you home," I offered with a smirk as I watched her struggle to extricate herself from my arms.
She was such a cute little thing!
"Mr. Leonardi, don't worry. We will take care of her," Dr. Olivia D’Angelo assured me with an awkward smile.
"Yeah, I can see that," I retorted as I shot a glare in Dr. D’Angelo’s direction.
"No, no! You're getting it all wrong. She's not that drunk," Dr. Layla Amato batted her eyes sensually. I had ignored her flirting and advances previously, but this time I was irritated. "She had just one shot. However, I am feeling dizzy," she whispered seductively, placing a hand on my arm.
I shrugged her hand off harshly, disgusted by her touch, and was relieved by her offended look.
I glanced sternly at the group of doctors.
"It seems you all had your fun tonight, and now it's time to leave," I ordered, fixing an intimidating stare on each of them.
"Micah, make sure they all reach home safely," I instructed my right-hand, before turning my attention back to my petal. "And you are coming with me," I gritted out as I hoisted her over my shoulder, not caring what others would think.
"What the hell are you doing? Let me go, you jerk!" She yelled, flailing her arms and legs in a futile attempt to escape my grasp. I didn't waver and continued striding toward my office. The drunk petal was more difficult to handle.
"Why the f**k are you here? Are you stalking me?" She bit out as I placed her gently on the couch in my office.
"Petal, don't provoke me any further. I'm already very angry," I warned her sternly.
"What have I done?" She pouted, furrowing her eyebrows together in a way that made me want to kiss those pouty lips if I weren't so angry with her.
"You don't know what you've done?!" I challenged her, gripping her chin firmly in my hand and forcing her to look into my eyes. Her beautiful green eyes were half-closed due to intoxication, adding a layer of vulnerability to her already captivating gaze.
"You were dancing with those filthy men, and they were touching you all over. How could you be so careless?" I scolded in a harsh whisper as a frown took over my expression.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
"Why... why do you care?" She stammered, a hint of hesitation creeping into her gaze.
"I f*****g care, damn it!" I couldn't help but shout in frustration.
She flinched at my outburst, her eyes tightly closed, and I immediately regretted losing my temper. f**k!
"I'm sorry, Petal," I sighed as I caressed her cheeks tenderly with the back of my knuckles. "Sometimes, you make me lose my mind," I whispered, brushing my lips lightly against her temple. "Baby, if you want to drink and dance, I will clear the whole club for you. You just need to voice it out."
"Can you really do this?!" She blurted out, her bright, innocent eyes widening in surprise as she looked up at me for confirmation.
I nodded, a fond smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I watched my petal so excited and happy.
"Okay," she affirmed, her eagerness evident.
I couldn't help but shake my head, chuckling at her response.
My naughty petal!
I hastily dialed the club manager's number.
"John, get the whole club empty right now," I ordered in a firm tone of command.
"But, Boss, we can't afford to do that. The rush is at its peak. It will spoil our goodwill," he replied, his voice laced with panic.
"I don't care, John. Just f*****g do it quickly," I commanded sternly, looking at my petal who was looking down through the one-way glass wall.
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