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“Good. I am coming with you,” I say quite simply, not leaving room for negotiation.

“What the hell? No, you aren’t. Don’t you have something to do around here?”

“Stefano," I say with warning in my tone. “Perhaps you would prefer if I asked one of my brothers to join you at the warehouse where their business is linked to yours? Or can I come along instead?”

He rolls his eyes and throws his hands in the air. “Are you always this impossible to deal with?”

I grin, feeling mischievously triumphant. “Maybe.”

Stefano shakes his head. “Fine, hurry up. I want to get going as soon as possible. I need to assess the damage.”

I dash off to grab my things before he changes his mind and leaves without me.

He is already waiting in the car with the engine running when I come outside. I climb into the passenger seat. He is driving himself today.

He leans over me and grabs my seat belt, clicking it in, then turns his attention to the steering wheel.

He doesn’t say a word as we head away from the mansion and out onto the road. I can see he is worried, so I decide not to give him any more shit, just to let him think things through. Whatever is going on, I am sure I will find out soon enough when we get to the warehouse.

Even though we are driving in silence, I am constantly stealing glances at him. He really is gorgeous. His perfectly shaped jaw and that shadow of stubble adds to his rugged yet refined appearance. His dark blonde hair is slightly ruffled after our make out session, as though he was running his hands through it. His bright amber eyes are glowing in the late morning sunlight, and I am reminded of a predator, like a lion.

His thick neck muscles lead into well-defined shoulders. I know he is not big on the gym, so this physique is mostly from hard labor. He is a man who knows how to get things done and isn’t afraid of getting his hands dirty to do them himself.

He glances sideways at me, and I quickly look away, realizing that I have been staring at him for far too long.

When I do look back in his direction, there is a naughty grin on his face, a slight lingering enjoyment that I was checking him out and he caught me.

For the rest of the drive, I am careful to keep my eyes in front of me, not wanting to give him any more power over me. He is already in complete control of me every time he kisses me.

For now, I just want to focus on helping him sort out whatever is happening at work.

Chapter 11 - Stefano

I wait impatiently in the car for Darya to come out. I am not happy that she is coming with me this morning. I would much rather have dealt with this whole thing without her knowing about it at all.

She climbs into the car and sits fussing around with her handbag and getting comfortable. I can’t drive until she is clipped in, because her safety is my first priority.

She is still messing about, so I lean over her and grab her seatbelt. Her scent washes over me and my cock stirs. Shit. I do not need this distraction right now. I have things I really need to focus on.

We leave the long driveway of the mansion and head out to the street.

My thoughts are really chaotic, wondering what the hell went wrong at the warehouse, but at the same time I can still sense her watching me. I take the occasional sneaky sideways glance and confirm that I am right.

I feel a smile wanting to spread across my face, but I hide it.

Or at least I think it do, until she huffs and quickly looks away from me to focus her attention somewhere else.

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We arrive at the warehouse. The car tires crunch on the gravel of the parking lot as I stop outside the entrance.

Dammit. I really wish she wasn’t here with me, but I guess I will just have to try and keep her occupied while I sort this out.

I can’t imagine she is going to be anything but a distraction all day.

I sigh and climb out of the car, walking around to open her door for her.

She climbs out and throws me a tight smile.

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