Chapter XI

When Elliot arrived on the second floor, Carmelo began to dread his decision to pester Elliot. The Italian Don had an abnormally calm composure and an indifferent expression on his face. Carmelo knew that look well enough; it was the calm before a thunderstorm.

She's right. She's not my girlfriend. Elliot fumed silently to himself, his footsteps sounding harsher and louder than usual on the wooden flooring.

In his twenty-three years of living and his socialite status, Elliot was no stranger to beautiful women and over the years he had quite a bit of experience with them. However, he had never been interested in any of them to the point of wanting to engage in anything that would be intimate and emotionally invested.

Ariana was different to him.