HIS HIRED BRIDE

CHAPTER - 24

"There are moments in relationship when you didn't speak, you didn't have to; but you talked a lot."

AVA WILSON P.O.V

I swallowed uneasily, tossing the cell phone on the bed and looking up at the ceiling feeling frustrated. My eyes stink with tears as I blinked to gulp down my saliva.

No Ava, don’t cry.

I took a deep breath and made my way to the stairs. Charlotte hurriedly stood up from the couch as she looked at me giving me a small smile.

Fire her? How the hell will I fire someone? That bastard very well knows how to clutch me to his palm..

She was the same age as me, maybe two to three year older than me. Her wide-eyed gaze was clearly looking at me from head to toe. Her dress was prim and proper with a light peach mid thigh one bodycon. Her long sleeves made her hand look longer and more sophisticated. Her heels were as sharp as a knife making her look like a Victoria secret model. Indeed, she was the right definition of elite class, looking so etiquette as Marcello defined.

Damn you, Marcello. You know how to play dirty.

“SO?” she beamed at me with a hopeful eyes.

I nodded. “Yes, We can start.”

“I'm so ecstatic to meet you!” She gushed, as her beautiful blond curls bounced around her shoulder making me stare at her hair.

“How can her hair dance like that?”I thought as I took a handful of mine and frowned, staring at it.

“I was so honoured when Mr.Trocelli called me and told me I will be your personal assistant from now on. You don’t have any idea how many people will think of this opportunity. Like who doesn’t want to meet future Mrs. Trocelli. Everyone is so curious about you.”

I grimaced. “Well, this curiosity isn’t going to kill the cats, rather it will kill their hope. I’m just a regular girl. They all are making a fuss about me.”

Charlotte’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Fuss? How can people not fuss, when everyone is so caught up with you two Ava!”

“ahhh....can I call you, Ava?” She asked with an uneasy tone.

“You already did!” I exclaimed pointing in. Her face paled and she hurried apologies. “I'm so sorry.”

“Hey, I was just joking.” I tap her shoulder as she sighs out a breath.

“So where was I? Yes, have you seen how you two look at each other? You are all over social media, making a fuss from the morning.” She spoke while taking out her cell phone from her Versace purse.

Impressive.

With her perfect manicured finger she tapped something on her cell phone and her face beamed. She came forward with her prancing heels in excitement. She handed me her cell phone, asking me to look at it.

I scanned the front page of the gossip column and my eyes widened as it was the picture of me and Marcello eating breakfast. My side was visible making it difficult to point out, it was really me. I swipe to the next page, it was taken from my back and Marcello was looking at me with love in his eyes. Anyone can say he was in love with me but I only know it was a lie.

Third was me dipping the toast in my latte and Marcell made a gagged face and my lips were turned up.

I swipe down and look at the comment.

Omg, Marcello is looking so hot.

Marcello Trocelli on a breakfast date.

Who is the girl?

They both look so in love.

Awww....they make a great couple.

She doesn't deserve him. Just look at the way, what is she eating?

Marcello can do better than this.

It went downhill as I swipe, reading one by one all the comments. Some made me laugh and some made me cringe. Charlotte and I both sat down and gossiped about all the photos and people who were commenting on me. Within less than two hour you can say, we became best friends. I ordered some pizza and we both laid down on the sofa and watched the John Wick marathon. It came as a surprise as we both were crazy about him.

Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cringe watching him take hit after hit. It was 10 p.m at night when she decided to go home, promising me we would go shopping starting tomorrow. I was so tired that I didn’t have any energy to go upstairs. Soon I fell asleep watching John Wick kissing my forehead and taking me in his arms.

I smiled, coming closer to him, as I laid my head on his chest.

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MARCELLO TROCELLI P.O.V

I entered my office and called Charlotte inside. She came with her tab and stood in front of the table narrating my schedule. I didn’t hear a single word of what she was saying as my mind was stuck in my car. I couldn’t take out how amazing the kiss felt. It was so right and so passionate that I have never felt something like this. The way she responds to me, how her hand fists my hair taking me closer to her or the way her smooth milky thighs feel in my rough hand.

It was something else. It was definitely something else. I don’t know why I kissed her, just watching her lips smacking each other as she argued with me that I couldn't control my desire and kissed her. I cannot tell how I felt that, it was magical, it's like my inner beast was unleashed.

And I had no clue why I did that, when she asked me. But thanks to heaven, I caught the paparazzi taking our picture and told her that as an excuse to control my heart.

Her lips become red from my biting as her cheeks were matching the colour of blood. Her hair were all disheveled. If you see her one time, I can bet you will figure out she just kissed someone or did something unholy. Her heart beat was so fast that I could hear as I too tried to control my own breathing.

“Sir?”

“Mr. Trocelli?

“Mr. Trocelli?” Charlotte waved her hand in my face and I stared at her in confusion.

“What?” I rudely snapped at her.

“Is there something you need?” She asked with a concerned gaze.

“No...I mean yes. You will not work for me anymore.” I started opening my laptop.

The files fell down from her hand as she gasped “What?”

I look at her and curse myself “I mean from now on, you'll work as my fiance's personal assistant. It’s your job to make her as Mrs. Marcello Trocelli. I’m trusting you, don’t disappoint me. Take her shopping and buy her new wardrobe.

“Yes sir.” She replied going out of the door.

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I stopped on my track as I watched Ava sleeping with an open mouth on the couch first thing as I came inside the house.

Get used to this, Marcello.

Her one foot is high up on the couch and the other one is dangling from it. Her white shirt has rode up till her breast giving me a view of her flat stomach. I shook my head at her silliness.

I walked towards her and sat down staring at her lips. She was sleeping like a baby. I touch her lips with my thumbs and slowly trace it.

This is so wrong, but why does it feel so right, Ava.

I breathed a sigh and took her up in my arms and started walking towards her room. She mumbled something and came closer to my neck as her breath hit my neck making me stiff.

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AVA WILSON P.O.V

I woke up stretching my arms as the late morning sun's glare at me with a wide open window, allowing me to hide my face from the sudden heat. I fall to the bed and frown as I suddenly remember I was sleeping in the living room. How the hell did I come up here?

Did Marcello carry me to my room?

Who...Whoa...No way, I was dreaming about John Wick in his arms not Marcello. Oh God don’t tell me it was Marcello please. I silently whisper fisting my hair.

I looked at my cell phone and frowned as I saw ten missed calls from Mark, five from Bella and two from Samantha. I frown “Why the hell did they call me so early?” I thought but due to my lack of a spirited morning I woke up grumpily and walked downstairs not caring about my clothes or my messy hair.

I took out the milk from the refrigerator and cereal from the cupboard. After pouring the milk in a glass bowl and cereal I sat down on the kitchen table with one leg up and one dangling over it. I yawned and took a spoonful of cereal and started munching. I was so lost in eating that I didn’t know when Marcello came inside and took out a bottle of water from the fridge.

His intense gaze made my side burn and I turned my face watching him with an open wide mouth. He was wearing shorts showing his naked chest which was glistening with sweat. His abs were perfectly shaped and chiseled, making me gulp down my cereal. He was drinking the water directly from the bottle which was leaking from the side and falling down to his lips, making its way to his jaw and then to his chest.

He came forward and closed my mouth with his finger and slowly whispered in my ear “Do you like it, what you see?”

I came out of my zone and glared at him clearing my throat “Nothing compares to John.” I flatly replied fake yawning.

He frowned and glared at me “Merda ! Who the hell is John?” He curses in Italian making me close my legs tightly. His sensual deep voice was so sexy that I had to stop my breath before he would hear my fast beating.

“Someone," I replied, staring at his eyes.

He shook his head and slowly uttered “You know what?”

“What?”

“I love the view. Red definitely is your colour.” He smirks, taking the spoon from my hand and picking up the bowl making his way out from the kitchen.

I sat there like a dumb slowly processing his words.

“You Bastard!” I yelled once I noticed my clothes. I was wearing a white transparent shirt with no bra and a red thong which was clearly seen from the way I was sitting.

That's one of the many bad habits, I cannot sleep with clothes on.

His throaty laugh boomed inside the house and I ran before him. "I’m going to kill you....you brat.”

He only laughed and looked at me behind his shoulder as I ran after him with a knife in my hand. Suddenly he stopped making me stop in my tracks “Don’t run?” He ordered with a serious face.

“Why you, psychopath.” I spat with a glare.

“Just don’t run, okay.” He again told me with firmness in his voice.

This time I took it seriously and my face changed with seriousness. “What's wrong?”

“It’s....it's a distraction.” He stuttered and I frowned, not understanding his words.

“It's so distracting, you are not wearing a bra!” He exclaimed and a laugh broke out from his throat making me scream bloody murder “Marcello Trocelli you f*****g psychopath.”

He screamed as I hit him with a pillow. We both were going around and around screaming at each other when suddenly a shocked voice came making Marcello and me stop dead on our track.

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