Chapter-7

Diana Thomas's POV

I am in shock. He put his hand out for me to take it. But I am still looking at him, with wide eyes.

"Cara Mia", he called out in his sexy Italian accent.

"Huh", I blinked twice as I came to my senses.

"What are you looking at Diana?! He has been waiting for five minutes from now and you are still looking at him, like you saw an alien!", my mother said.

"But mom, he is my boss! The man, with whom I am going to the date tonight is Brian, our business client!".

"What?".

"Mom I-", before I can say anything, that arrogant beast kissed me on my lips, silencing me and lifted me in his arms. I tried to protest.

"If you wiggle again, I will not control myself", he whispered in my ear. I glared at him.

"Wow! You guys go enjoy!", my mother said and closed the door.

Super family! So supportive! I rolled my eyes. He carried me to his car and opened the passenger door. He gently put me in the seat and closed the door. I am in a confused state. Where is Brian?! Why is Martin taking me to date?! I hear him open the driver door and sat in the seat.He suddenly leaned down to me. I shrinked in the seat.

He came closer than necessary and pulled out the seat belt beside me, all the while his eyes are on my face, going back and forth from my eyes to lips. His lips are so close to mine. I feel the electricity in me. He put the seat belt, but still stayed in that position. He held the band of my hair, that is holding my hair in a ponytail and pulled it off, letting the hair fall down to my waist.

"You have a long beautiful blond hair. You look even more hot when you let it down", he whispered against my lips. I kept looking at him. My heart is beating fast, making my chest heave up and down. I turned my head away a little from shy. He kissed my neck and sat back in his seat.

"Mr. Vincen-".

"Martin", he said in a firm voice.

"Um... Martin. Why are you taking me on a date, while Brian shou-".

"Don't say that pricks name in front of me. You are going to a date with me tonight and that's final!".

"How arrogant! I don't follow what you say. What if I don't want to go out with you?", I asked raising an eyebrow.

"You will follow. I know you want to go out to a date with me. You know too. Don't deny it", he smirked. Oh yes, I want to!

"N-No. I-I don't want to", I said as I folded my hands near my chest.

"Yeah sure. You are a bad liar", he said.

"What happened to Brian?". He sighed.

"That's not what I wanted to talk to you today. Just drop the topic about him".

"Okay".

Soon we reached the place and let me tell you, it not some restaurant. It a big hotel. I came out of the car. I should raise my head high to see it.

"Wow!", I whispered.

"You should have waited in the car, I would have opened the door. Next time, don't come out without me opening the door", he said as he put his hand around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

"Okay".

"Come on", he said. We walked inside the hotel. The interior is so rich. I am looking around in awe. Martin pulled me along with him and we were led into a private room by the hotel manager.

There is a table with a deep blue colour cloth spread over it. There is a red rose in the small vase on the table, with two scented candles of cream colour, bigger one beside the case and a smaller candle beside the bigger one. The entire room is filled with dim lights, giving a romantic view. Everything is perfect, but there is a small error. There is only one chair in the room.

"Martin", I called after turning around and was about to ask the manager about the other chair, only to find Martin looking at me deeply and there is no manager in the room. I gulped. It was then did I observe him clearly. He wore a pair of black suit and pants. He wore a white shirt under the coat. The top three buttons of the shirt are open, showing his muscular chest. He is looking hot!

"What happened Cara Mia? Don't you like it?", he asked as he came near me.

"No everything is fine. But there is only one chair near the table. May be they forgot to put another. Can you call the manager or the waiter to bring another chair?". He came to me and pulled me to him. I am feeling nervous, though I am not scared, I feel my body responding to his touch. His hand is on my back, dangerously closer to my ass. His other hand is on my waist.

"I told them to not to put another chair", he said and I gave him a confused look.

"What?", I asked and he moved away from me. I soon missed his touch. He walked to the chair and sat on it. He looked at me and patted his lap.

"Come".

"What?! No!". I glared at him, trying to hide my blush. Sit on his lap?! Is he crazy?!

"Don't make me come there and make you sit on my lap".

"What?! You are crazy! I will just go home!", I said and turned around. I looked behind to find him sitting in the chair relaxedly. I turned back and pulled the knob, but it is not opening. I tried again. God! Come on! Open! Why is it not opening?! I looked back and found him smirking at me. Oh! So he locked the door! How can he do that?!

"Come on. Give up. I don't want you to stand on your heels for the whole night".

"I don't care! I will remove my shoes and stand", I said as I bent down in front of him and pulled away the strap of the heel and picked them up in my right hand. I looked up and found him looking at me like he might kiss my any minute.

"God Diana! Ugh", he grunted. I gave him a confused look an d then understood. I had bent in front of him and gave him a view of my cleavage clearly. Stupid! I scolded myself.

"Sorry", I said while l looking down at my legs. I don't even know why I said that.

"Why are you sorry?", he asked as he stood up and came near me. Yes. Why am I sorry?! Shouldn't he be the one to say sorry?! Cause he looked at my cleavage!

"Yes, you are right. I should not say sorry. You should say sorry", I demanded as I looked up at him.

"Why should I be?".

"Cause you looked at my cleavage!". He smirked.

"Oh, I am definitely not sorry", he said as he put his head in my neck and kissed me there. I closed my eyes, liking the feeling. How can his touch make me this much vulnerable?

He suddenly pulled me in his arms and lifted me up, making my legs go around his waist and unknowingly his bulge pressed again my core. I moaned and he held my left thigh and my butt, placing me safely in his lap, after he sat in the chair. I am facing him fully, sitting in his lap. Our faces are not in same level. I am still a little shorter than him. He kissed lightly on my lips and pulled away.

"Now tell me, what would you like to eat?", he asked. He had his hands around my waist. I huffed. I can't fight him!

"Anything", I said not interested.

"Don't be like that Cara Mia".

"Stop calling me that!".

"Why should I?".

"Why should you even call me that?".

"Cause you are my Cara Mia".

"No! If you are forgetting I am your P. A and you should start treating me like one!".

"You are more than just my P. A".

"Whatever", I muttered.

"Now eat this", he said as he bent down and pulled a spoon full of chocolate cake in front of my mouth. My eyes widened at the sight of my favourite flavoured cake. I had my hands around his neck. So, he put the spoon with cake in my mouth. Mmm... Yummy! I closed my eyes and moaned at the taste.

"Mmm. It is so tasty! How do you know it is my favourite flavour?".

"Just a guess". He fed me another spoon and ate like a baby. He tried to leave some cream on my lips wontedly, but I did my best to lick it off without giving him the chance to lick it. Still he somehow managed to do it. He bent down and kissed my lips filled with cream. I stilled, letting him do it. He kissed me deeply and pushed his tongue in my mouth.

"Martin", I moaned out.

"Soon Diana... Soon you will be mine and you will not even know how fast it will happen", he said in my ear, with his deep voice which sent shivers down my spine. I know I will fall, but I don't know how to stop myself from falling. He kept kissing me and went down to my neck. He kissed my valley of breasts, as the dress has a low cut. He pulled the sleeve of my left shoulder.

"Martin".

"You look so sexy in that red dress Cara Mia. So, beautiful! Those red lipstick and heels! God, do you want me to make love to you or something", he whispered huskily, still kissing my neck and shoulder.

I angled my head back and sides as he kept kissing me. My fingers are in his hair. I closed my eyes, as my head fell back while feelings those kisses. He nibbled on my skin, near my neck.

Suddenly, as reality stuck me, I got back to my senses and I tried to push him away. But he wouldn't budge.

"Martin", I called out, as he is kissing my neck, where he nibbled.

"Yes Cara Mia", he whispered into my neck.

"Stop. Stop!", I said while pushing him and stood up. He stood up with me.

"What happened? Did I hurt you?".

"No! But this is wrong! You... we... I... I am your P. A. Not your whore, who serves your needs whenever you want. I don-".

"Don't you ever dare call yourself that Diana!", he said as he came near me and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Oh then stop treating me like one!", I shouted as I pushed away.

"I don't treat you like that!".

"No! You don't! You kiss me whenever you want! Like I am your personal... personal slut!".

"Don't! I say don't use those words to describe yourself. You don't know how much you mean to m- Just don't call yourself that!", he said as he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.

"What were you saying?".

"That's nothing. But don't ever call yourself those names! You are none of them! If you want, I will stop kissing you!", he said while pulling me to him.

"Oh good. Do that!". Oh shit! Did I say that?! Why?!

"Okay. Come one. I will drop you home", he said while giving me his hand and pulling me with him.

He opened the door for me and put me in. He came around and sat in his seat. Soon we are off into the city and he pulled the car in front of my house. We didn't talk through the whole drive. I stared at him. He didn't even look at me. I got out of the car and went to the door. I opened the door with the other key that I had and looked behind me. He turned his head away.

I went in and closed the door. I heard his car pulling away. I ran to my room and closed the door, before locking. I fell on my bed. I am glad my mother and brother are sleeping. I cried for a while. I then remembered something. Tomorrow is Saturday and then next Sunday! I won't be seeing him for two days!

I fell asleep in the middle of the night knowing tomorrow I should face the questions that my mother and brother have for me about the date today's night. Great! Then I fell into my sleep.

A/N:

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Don't miss the romance in next chapter.

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