Chapter Fourteen Jennifer
Chapter Fourteen
Jennifer
“What the fuck did he do this time?” Daniel growls, his tone dropping, dark and dangerous. The shift in his voice is so subtle yet so commanding that it sends a shiver down my spine.
I glance at him, trying to keep my expression neutral, but it’s impossible not to notice how his annoyance amplifies everything about him—his presence, his authority, his allure.
His jaw tightens, sharp and defined, as if he’s barely holding back his frustration.
A few strands of his long, dark hair fall across his face.
And fuck, it suits him. All of it. The long, tousled hair, the sharp cheekbones, the way his fitted shirt stretches over his shoulders as he crosses his arms. It’s almost unfair how effortlessly attractive he looks when he’s pissed.
It unwillingly makes me fantasize about what he would’ve done that day in his office if we wouldn’t have been interrupted.
It's been bothering me ever since. Fuck, I don’t want to admit it, really.
But I’d never tell him to stop—not even if he’d ask me for more than just a hug.
Or a kiss. I’m blaming his looks, and the way he turns soft when he looks at me, only to look back at his men and act like he’ll kill them if they don’t follow his orders correctly.
Isn’t there some type of psychology behind that?
He acts like he’d kill to protect me, but he wouldn’t ever dare to raise his voice at me. Frankly, it’s hot. And him respecting me like this makes me want to allow him to disrespect me in the bedroom.
Fuck. I should stop.
I gulp, my throat suddenly dry, and turn my eyes away before he notices me staring.
But even as I look elsewhere, the image of him burns in my mind—a storm contained in human form.
It’s ridiculous, really. No one should look this good while irritated.
But Daniel… he owns it, makes it his. Like I want him to make me his in this moment. As much as I hate admitting it.
His voice cuts through my thoughts, sharp and focused. “Fucking tell me already!”
Hayden sighs, probably used to how Daniel reacts whenever this man’s name is mentioned. There’s no surprise in his expression, no flinch at the sudden shift in Daniel’s tone.
I’ve seen the way Daniel and Julian look at each other.
They’re not just simple enemies.
They’re each other’s nemeses.
And I have a feeling that whatever happened between them before doesn’t end here. It might never end.
“He fucked up. That’s all,” Hayden replies.
“Don’t fuck with me now. I need details.”
Hayden looks at me with a hint of worry, hesitating ever so slightly before he speaks.
“He tried to convince Vittorio again to…” Hayden looks back at me again before continuing, “Um, you know, Dan. And he almost succeeded. I could interrupt them and talk to Vittorio, but…”
The burning rage in Daniel’s eyes intensifies the second he hears the news. And stupidly, before I can even hold myself back, I ask, “Who’s Vittorio?”
Daniel turns back toward me, his eyes softening at the sight of me. “He’s… my father.”
I nod and mutter. “Ah… Okay.”
Hayden looks between the two of us, a confused expression lingering on his face.
“Let’s talk about this later, Hayden. I didn’t come here to let my anger out on Jennifer.”
Hayden nods, excusing himself as he leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
Daniel looks at me. All the anger and frustration on his face disappear immediately, replaced by uncertainty.
Or… is it?
What could he possibly be uncertain about?
“Do you want to go out with me?” he asks.
Uh… What? What the fuck, Daniel?
My startled expression makes him smirk, his way too attractive smile returning once more.
“I’m meeting with a friend and his wife in two days. We’re meeting at a restaurant, and I thought you might like to come.”
“I would love to,” I respond honestly before turning to sarcasm. “Glad that you trust me enough to let me go out in public.” He sighs. “It was never just about trust. You know that damn well, Jennifer.”
“Then tell me, Daniel. Why are you planning on taking me, exactly?”
His brown eyes lock onto my blue ones. “Who else would I take, pretty?”
I don’t respond. I don’t even know how to respond, to be honest.
His wife? He doesn’t have one.
His girlfriend? As far as I’m aware, he doesn’t have one either.
“You guys have money. Pay a prostitute, take her out, and fuck her afterwards. That’s what guys like you do usually, isn’t it?”
He shakes his head. “Oh, pretty… You have no idea what I’d risk if I did that one more time.”
I ignore the sudden clench in my chest at the words one more time. He’s done this before. Several times?
It doesn’t shock me much. He’s a fucking Don. Of course, he’s had a lot of women. That’s what I was referring to, in fact.
But…
Fuck. What is wrong with me? Why’d that even begin to bother me at any point?
“Why? What would you risk? Is it dangerous to go there, meeting that person?” I ask. Maybe that’s why he wants me to come. To get rid of me but not be the one to blame.
“My friend threatened me, so to speak. His wife is sick of the women I used to bring there.”
“What makes you so sure that she won’t be sick of me?” I continue to test his limits.
He licks his lower lip to get it wet. “I just have a feeling, you know. You’re a good person.”
Despite my doubts, I nod. “Well… Okay. Tell me when and where, and I’ll be there. But only if it’s really safe.”
Daniel smiles at my response, nodding gently before he takes my hand into his gently.
He then lifts it up to his lips before blowing a soft kiss onto it, locking eyes with mine.
My heart flutters in my chest, though I don’t want it to.
Not really, honestly… But how could I resist when this man looks this beautiful?
It’s tragic. Fucking tragic. But I don’t want to resist him. I know I have to. But I don’t want to.
“I’ll make sure to get you the prettiest dress you’ve ever seen in your whole life,” he says. “I’ll take such good care of you. Like nobody ever has before.”
I don’t have time to respond before he turns around and walks off, leaving me alone in the medical room.
A faint smile lingers on my lips for the rest of the day. Why? I’m not sure.
What I am sure of, though, is that most likely, I shouldn’t feel like this after Daniel asks me to go out with him.
Not to mention… the dress he said he’d get me.
I’ll take such good care of you. Like he didn’t do so when getting me an entire set of Dior makeup and body care products.
What kind of Game is he playing with me? And even worse, why am I starting to enjoy the idea of playing with him?
My mind makes it even worse. I want to be his play figure to use. To make him win the games he’s been planning the entire time.
Oh fuck, I’m absolutely doomed.