All Chapters of Blood and Buttercream: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Salvatore in a grey suit marched menacingly to his study with two armed bodyguards in black suits striding closely behind him.“Dorothy will take you to your room. I'll catch up with you later.” Alessandro told Camilla with a firm nod, and then he began to descend the flight of stairs, following his uncle's tracks to his study. Soon he was in front of the gleaming, towering mahogany door. He knocked, but the air around him was filled with silence, so he let himself in. He walked into the room and saw his uncle sitting majestically in a deep brown armchair behind his large desk. Salvatore sat cross-legged, his eyes narrowed to slits. He dragged and puffed the brown cigar in his right hand with a glass of black rum in the other. He had his two bodyguards standing at Akimbo slightly behind his chair, their eyes clad with black glasses. He walked closer to Salvatore with clenched teeth, stepping on the red plush burgundy rug at the centre of the room; the study had a traditional feel to

Alessandro's eyes, following her every movement, were not helping her nerves at all. With trembling hands, she opened the cream and spread it on both of her palms.Staring at his glistening torso, her heart jumped. Her throat dried. Her core throbbed. She began with his washboard stomach. She rubbed every muscle. Every abdominal muscle. Every ripple. Every rough edge and side, until she started to feel a pleasant heat build up in her core.Her hands transcended to his chest, and she didn't know when she squeezed her legs together and let out a non-silent moan. Alessandro heard it and nearly burst into laughter. Her cheeks nearly burnt in embarrassment.“What did I just hear?” Alessandro asked with a stupid smile on his face, which made Camilla wonder if he was actually sick.“You heard nothing." Camilla rolled her eyes at him, slapping his chest. “Turn around so I can rub your back.” Alessandro eyed her with a smirk on his face before turning around.Her hands, soft as velvet, moved o

I'll be with you in a minute,” Allen replied to the doctor. He broke out of the hug of his grandma and left a kiss on her forehead.“Let me see the doctor,” Allen said, following the doctor's tracks. Allen shut the door behind him as he stood face-to-face with the young doctor. She was a pretty blonde.“I take it that you are her grandson, yeah?” She asked, and Allen nodded.“I'm sorry to break it to you, but your grandma is suffering from Bradycardia; her heartbeat slows from time to time, which could lead to unconsciousness when under stress. Thankfully, the illness is in the early stages; she will recover soon.” The doctor explained, “But be careful; she has to eat healthy. Don't stress her out. Don't break certain news to her abruptly. Make sure she is in a calm and cheerful state of mind if you want to tell her anything sensitive.”“Thank you so much, doctor,” Allen expressed his heartfelt gratitude.“You are welcome,” the doctor said and left for another room while Allen entered

You Bastard! Camilla cursed in her mind. While Alessandro straightened his cloth and fixed a smile on his face as he walked past Camilla into the room.Allen, hearing Alessandro's voice twirled, “Hi Alessandro.” He stretched his arms for a handshake, and Alessandro took Allen's hands in a firm handshake, nearly crushing Allen's knuckles when Allen tapped his arm with his other hand, and Alessandro released his hands with a proud smirk on his face.“Alessandro, you are interrupting a conversation here.” Camilla said, leaving the door ajar, and followed Alessandro into the room with a grimace, but Allen shook his head in disagreement.“No, it’s fine,” Allen told Camilla before facing Alessandro, “you can come and join us. I was just asking Camilla about her attack. You know who shot her.”Alessandro took a little step back from the slight verbal jab from Allen. “What are you insinuating?” Alessandro asked, glaring at Allen, “That I sent those who shot her?”Allen shook his head, feignin

A private place?” Alessandro intoned, and she nodded.“The walls have ears. How about you come to my room?” Ruby suggested, and when she saw Alessandro's facial features tighten, she asked again, “Or do you want us to go to your room?”Going to her room was like negotiating with lions and hoping to get a great bargain in a lion's den.Not wanting to be tangled in her deceit or dirty little tricks, he made his decision. “Let's go to my room,” Alessandro offered. He knew he was better off going to an environment where he exercised more control.Ruby nodded to his suggestion, urging him to lead the way, which he did. Alessandro's mind twisted and turned on the various probabilities of this meeting as they ambled closer and closer to his room.He opened his locked door, stepping aside for her to step in first before him.“You have such a lovely room,” Ruby complimented, her eyes raking over the room when she entered, and Alessandro stiffened.“Sit, he offered, pointing to the fluffy bench