CHAPTER FOUR

Imade rushed up from the sleeping position she had fallen asleep in, printed papers scattered all over her apartment and her laptop still wide open and running despite the owner falling asleep. The loud knock was getting irritating and she knew it wasn’t Elle. Her best friend had her own keys, it would be someone important. After her date with Romero went sour and he left mid-meal in anger, Imade found herself trying to gather more things about the man himself. 

Being in the same space with him took her to breathe away literally, she wasn’t expecting him to take the whole space up like that. Maybe she had imagined him too much that she actually set the bar so mid. Romero Vaughan broke the bar and went over it. She probably didn’t expect the man to look that scary in person. 

When she met him, she literally got knocked off her feet. He was simply breathtaking. No other words would describe him that perfectly. She just stared on and she wished she didn’t, the outcome was later too embarrassing for her to deal with. When she was led to the table, he wasn’t on the seat but a man stood out in the whole of the place. 

His suit jacket was nowhere to be found and his shirt had the first three buttons undone. He was in an animated conversation with someone and Imade was sure he wasn’t speaking English. He was so calm yet he looked like he was going to rip the person’s head off. She wanted to stop staring but something about her eyes kept wandering back to him. She didn’t want to be embarrassed but he was a sore sight for the eyes. 

He ended the call abruptly and he turned to walk toward her. His strides were long and his face was void of any emotions. It was too late, he had caught her staring at him. Rather than acknowledge her, he pulled his chair out and sat down before he continued conversing with a woman Imade had not noticed before.

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Imade squeezed out of the tight-fitting dress and she looked at the pile of dresses still waiting for her to test, she had no idea how she was going to survive all of this. Since she started preparing for the impromptu wedding, she knew everything would be chaos. She wasn’t even the one in charge of planning the whole thing. Romero had sent his trusted aide to help out with the whole process and she took over everything without any care. Imade’s dream o planning her wedding with her best friend has been squashed. 

“Romero would love this dress on you, the bright shade of yellow is compelling. It would suit your skin so well.” Arianna said and Imade stared at her as she brought a flashy yellow dress to meet her. The dress looked too ridiculous for her to wear and she was sure the other woman wasn’t thinking so well before she picked it. She hated the way everything centered around Romero, not even one person had asked her if she wanted something at the wedding. 

“Hello sweetheart, I was going to ask you what kind of flowers you want at your wedding? I heard you mention how you wanted a lot of flowers. Do you have any specific one in mind that you’d love e o add to the list or any particular color?” The wedding planner asked and Imade turned to look at the woman holding a tab to take notes of what she would say. Imade just nodded, trying to think of what kind of colors she wanted at her wedding. It wasn’t even looking like it was her wedding anymore. She was grateful that the planner even remembered her words. 

“A daffodil or a daisy should be nice, You know we are sticking to the yellow theme. Romero would totally love the color yellow, it would give her a bonus point.” Arianna interrupted and Imade took short breaths willing herself not to get mad or something. She hated it when people don’t know when to push things and when not to, she would rather not get married than be pushed around like this. She hated the way Arianna carried on like she just didn’t try to make decisions for her, it was annoying. 

“You know what, maybe you should try the dresses instead of me since you know the perfect kind of dresses that Romero would love and enjoy your marriage with him. As for me, I’m done here. I don’t care what’s going on here and I don’t give  fuck about what you or Romero thinks. I’m out of here. You are just an aide, you’d not speak to me like you’re his mom or something. Since you want to be me so bad, you can have the floor. ” Imade dropped the dress she was holding and she threw on her former clothes before she grabbed her phone and she walked out leaving them in a pin drop silence. 

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“You are the cause of the disrespect to me, you let her embarrass me out there. She called me a common aide, she referred to me as a mere servant. Romero, I’m your best friend. I’m the woman you love so much. Why are you doing this to me, to us?” Arianna asked with tears pooling out of her eyes and Romero only rubbed her back in circles. He had no idea what to say to her or to do to the said woman. He isn’t growing younger and he needs the whole mafia circle to believe in him. He wouldn’t be allowed to take over his father’s position without a wife by his side. 

She continued to cry while she clung to Romero who looked uncomfortable as hell, He had seen the footage of what happened and Arianna herself wasn’t innocent. To top it all, she was trying to get him to hate the girl by suggesting yellow stuffs to her knowing well that he hated the color so well, This was probably the fifth year of their friendship. He knew her too well, so he would just console her rather than make promises to deal with Imade. 

He cradled her head in his hands and she was staring at him, he broke the eye contact when his eyes filtered down to her dry chapped lips. As if she could read his mind, she ran her lips over them and he smirked. She knew exactly what she was doing and this was part of what made her his favorite. He pulled her closer and he replaced her tongue with his mouth. He ran them over the seams of her lips and his hands wrapped around her waist. She molded into him perfectly and he used the other hand to grab her ass. 

He trailed his mouth along her neck and she released a moan, he enjoyed the way she was always responsive under his touch. When he wrapped his hands around her neck, she let out another moan, the wedding planning drama forgotten totally. They let go of their clothes as quickly as possible and the air between them quickened the tension. This was what being Romero’s aide entailed, princess treatment and the hot sex.