Let Me Fuck You, LiLy.

My legs shivered as I climbed up the flight of stairs that led to the devil's office while holding the tray with the tequila on it.

Vincenzo has been watching me. That, I was sure of. But, not like it made any difference – not like It would change anything even after acknowledging the fact that he has been watching me.

But then, Why did he specifically ask me, an amateur, to serve him drinks?

Vincenzo wasn't a man I'd wish to meet: this was my major concern.

The hope I had that we were most likely to never cross paths because he wasn't the type to be interested in the affairs of his workers was already crumbling right in front of me as I climbed up these stairs.

And in just a few seconds of walking through the hallway, I was already standing right in front of this huge wooden double door with a silver plate reading “Vincenzo's Office.”

I was scared of meeting him, but I needed money. I needed to do my duties to earn the money. But then, I knew I was clumsy, combined with the fact that I didn't even have experience in this job.

I sincerely hope that my clumsiness and lack of experience won't get me into any sought of trouble, because, I couldn't deal with more trouble as—

“Come in!”

Bloody hell!

That authoritative dark deep voice filled with so much dominance had sounded so unexpectedly from inside his office, and I became overthrown by a startling freight that had almost made the tequila roll off the tray I was holding, but I had managed to grab hold of it with the consciousness that I would be making a great mess from any silly mistakes—even from my fear that I couldn't control.

I didn’t have to think to realize that it was Vincenzo who had just ushered me in even before I knocked on the door—even before I made my presence known.

After that telephone call, his daring and manly voice had been stuck to my head like glue—had continuously been ringing in my head like a never-ending nightmare. Hearing his voice up close, my fear for him seems to have skyrocketed.

I just knew it, meeting him won't end well for me.

But then, I have to meet him, because it was my fucking duty to serve drinks.

I took a long deep breath and pushed open the double door.

A step in, then another, while peering at the only thing my eyes had moved on their own accord to get itself positioned on—the tiled floor.

The banging sound of the door behind me had left me with the clear realization that I was now alone, in this huge spacious office with the devil.

With unknown confidence, I took another step forward, before lifting my eyes.

And right at that moment, I met the shock of my life—a shock that broke every confidence I ever had to face the devil. A shock that had left me frozen right on the spot.

Even when I thought I had a bit of confidence for this moment, my confidence seems to have gone down the drain when I lifted my eyes, only to see this man staring intensely at me with a lighted cigarette in between his lips.

Although I haven't met him before, his overall aura has proven one thing to me. This was the most-talked-about devil: Vincenzo Ace.

He was staring deeply at me—taking in my figure, grabbing my soul in his gaze while leaving me with emptiness, yet, stored with freight, and even I who knew nothing about how long he has been watching me right from the moment I walked into his office had raised my head only to make direct eye contact with him – only to make direct eye contact with the most brutal and heartless gang leader of New York.

He was as dangerous as the people had described him, and I could almost see his brutality like ink on his skin. His blank expression and his deep gaze had me too scared to move.

In the middle of his office, he was seated in his office chair, some miles away from me, which meant, whoever was coming in was directly facing him. The same applies to me too.

I never really expected to walk in and the next thing I made eye contact with was Vincenzo's stare peering deep down into my soul.

He was a busy man, wasn't he? He should be busy with something else: either reading a file, going through a book, or signing some contracts. Why the heck was his stare so obvious? Why was it so breathtaking? Why did he have to abandon everything and just stare at me?

The heck!

I won't lie but, a part of me was also stunned by how good-looking the notorious gang leader was.

I am definitely not in the position to be marveled at how gorgeous he was but amid my confusion, my thought has been going on and off at just how perfect the man who had the most terrible reputation in New York was—at how unexpectedly beautiful he was.

I didn’t know how long I’d stood in the same spot staring at him like a dummy while watching him as he smokes his cigarettes, but same way I was sure he had taken in all of my features to his satisfaction, I had also done same until I’d shamelessly ran my eyes all over his body:

His blue eyes could get you lost in it—his great physique and broad tattooed chest exposed under the three unbuttoned buttons of his black shirt, and then, the sleeves of his shirt that were rolled up to his elbow bringing to sight the tattoos from his elbow down to his wrist had done nothing but to add to his undeniable beauty.

He looked too good to bear the name, ‘Vincenzo Ace.’

His expression was blank and the only thing he did was watch me, smoke his cigarette, and puff it out into the smoky air with his back leaning on his seat.

I had only gotten back to my senses when the smoke of his cigarette hit me and a coughing fit was enough to get my senses back on track.

As if that was all he needed, his gaze never left mine as he took one last long drag of the cigarettes before tapping the burning butt against the ashtray on his office desk. Once it was completely turned off, he dropped the rest of the cigar before raising a brow at me.

“What are you doing Lily? Serve me a drink!”

And once he'd spoken, I was already jumping into action as if I'd been pulled by a certain unseen force. Even as I pulled away from his gaze and got it fixed on the tray I was holding, his raw gaze never left me.

My nervousness, my fear, all of this coming from how he continuously raises his head to look me in his eyes the closer I get.

And once I was already standing right in front of him with just his huge office table with so many files on it as a demarcation between us, I placed the tray on the only empty spot I could find.

“All you have to do is, place it on the table, pour the drink into the glass, and then leave. Do not speak unless he asks you to.”

I repeated the instruction the bartender had given to me in my head before opening the tequila. Of course, that wasn't as hard as pouring the tequila into the glass cup with shaking hands.

My fear was evident in my shaky hands, and no matter how I tried, I couldn't keep them steady, especially when Vincenzo had totally forgotten he had a life to live and has done nothing but stare at me, and then, keeps me shaking under the influence of his stares.

Imagine the most vicious man making direct eye contact with you. It was like sending me a death threat—

“Aren't you curious to know why I employed you?”

His next words which I least expected at that moment had sent a shock to my entire being and I had only seen the results of my fear when the bottle of tequila slipped from my grip and spilled on almost all the files on his table.

I gasped, hurriedly grabbing hold of the bottle that now had a little-to-no content left in it.

I knew it. Meeting him won't end well for me.

“I'm sorry. I, I, it wasn't intentional.” I stuttered, each of my words punctuated with freight.

To be honest I didn't know what to do—I didn't dare to look him in the eyes to figure out his expression that might devour me. The files with tequila dripping out of it—my nervous self who couldn't get my head wrapped about what to do at the moment, all of this combined, I knew was the end of me.

What if those files are worth more than I could think? What if those papers are worth more than me? Will he kill me? Will my silly mistake be the death of me?

As much as I tried to avoid his gaze, I eventually lifted my eyes when he stood up from his seat.

My eyes grew at how tall and hovering he was. Dammit. He was perfect!

I gulped as his icy gaze held me in place. His expression didn't change. Was he angry or—not? I'd just spilled a drink on literally all his files. The price I have to pay for this would be huge!

“I know—” He began speaking as he walked casually towards me. He was too calm for what I'd just done. But his calmness seems like a threat to me. God!

One minute he was walking towards me, and the other minute, his hovering body was already standing right in front of me with just a sliver of space between us. I swear I'd forgotten how to breathe right at that moment.

“you borrowed some money to rent an apartment.” He finished speaking as my eyes widened at him.

How.did.he.know that?

“How did you know—”

My words ran back into my throat when he leaned forward.

I was facing him now, eyeball to eyeball, chest to chest, and face to face. Even as I leaned backward until I felt the edge of the table scraping my back, he only leaned in even more.

I won't deny it, but looking at him up close, he was even more beautiful than what I'd seen before.

Was this the same Vincenzo I have constantly been hearing about his terrible doings ever since I arrived in New York? The only thing I heard was how dangerous-looking he was, no one ever mentioned to me that he was this good-looking.

Okay, what the hell am I thinking?

Suddenly, he pushed himself away from me while holding a file with, of course, the tequila dripping out of it. I took a sigh of relief, but my breath was knocked out of me again by his next words.

“Just this, is a million deal. Lily, take a look at the number of files and contracts you just ruined. How will you pay for it?”

I gasp, even louder than I'd expected. A million deal?

I knew I was coming in here to do a terrible job, but at least, not as terrible as this.

I was already in a situation of getting to work my ass off just to clear up my debts, and now, my bad luck had landed me in a state where I have to pay millions of dollars for just some certain file a mere tequila had ruined.

I should have countered while looking for another alternative to get myself out of this coming debt, but I wasn't dealing with just an ordinary person—I was dealing with Vincenzo.

Besides, my brain was too blank to come up with some other alternative, so should I beg him on my knees or just let him kill me?

I straightened up—my gaze roaming about on the tiled floor and even as I spoke, I couldn't summon up the courage to look him in the eyes cause I knew my words wouldn't erase the debts I could already envision in my head.

“Isn't there a duplicate?”

He shook his head.

“I can just dry—” My heart jumped right into my mouth when he leaned forward again, spinning me to a spot between the table and him.

For a second, his both hands stayed at the edge of the table behind me until his right hand left the table and surprisingly wrapped around my throat with the pad of his fingers digging deep into my flesh.

His action right at that moment reminded me of my Dad's ruthlessness.

Just like my dad, I couldn't fight his strong grip, an attempt would be fruitless until he'd willingly let go.

Since I couldn't speak—since I was too breathless to form a word, I had pleaded with my teary eyes while locking gaze with him.

And right at that moment, the moment I looked him in the eyes, his grip loosened around my neck until it finally pulled them away.

Even as I try to catch my breath as my chest heaves up and down, he gently trails his finger on my face until he holds my chin to keep my face in place. To keep my eyes locked on his.

“Angel, you should look at me when talking to me.”

His words were calm, calmer than I'd expected. A Lot calmer than his action, and for a second, I thought I had imagined how his tone lightened for a second. His tone was the complete opposite of his action, yet, his blank expression was just in line with his action.

But then, his gaze states it all. He didn't like the idea of me staring at the floor while speaking to him, for whatever reason which I don't know yet.

After catching my breath, I began speaking immediately. “I could work overtime here for free to pay for that—”

I knew my words didn't make any sense and it'd probably take me a lifetime to pay up all my debts but, was there any other thing I could think of? Yes, there was. How to walk out of his office and never return.

“Then, your whole generation has to work overtime here too.” And then, he took a step backward, finally leaving me to grasp onto the breath I had totally forgotten was free to get. But then, his next word had made me choke on the breath I was finally happy to get.

“I could help you clear up all your debts and even cover up for the loss you cost me—” he paused for a while taking in my bewildered expression before continuing to speak, ” Just let me fuck you, Angel.”