*Mafia boss and his lost love*
Alessa Romanov had endured a difficult childhood. Kidnapped at two years old, she had no memory of her biological family and spent fifteen years in captivity. It wasn't until her stepfather's death that she was finally...
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As we stepped into the boutique, I couldn't help but marvel at the stunning dresses that adorned the racks. The fabrics were exquisite, and the designs were a work of art. I walked through the store, my eyes scanning each dress.
Ace trailed behind me, his gaze focused on my reactions. I reached out to touch a particularly beautiful gown, admiring it, "This one is absolutely gorgeous," I whispered to myself, imagining how it would look on me.
But as I checked the price tag, a disappointed sigh escaped my lips. It was far beyond what I had budgeted for. Reluctantly, I placed the dress back on the rack.
I turned around, ready to continue browsing, only to be greeted by the sight of a cart filled with dresses. Confusion washed over me, and I looked at Ace with a quizzical expression. "What's all this?"
He grinned "Consider it a surprise, my love. I couldn't bear to see you miss out on those beautiful dresses."
I stared at him in awe, touched by his thoughtfulness. "But Ace, they're so expensive."
Ace chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh love, you're dating a mafia boss. I could buy this whole shop and still have enough to spare. But it's not about the money, it's about seeing that beautiful smile on your face."
I couldn't help but blush at his words, feeling a mix of adoration and embarrassment. "You really know how to spoil a girl, don't you?"
He grinned, his gaze filled with affection. "Only the best for my girl."
I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement. "Okay, okay, let's go try them on."
We made our way to the fitting rooms, with Ace pushing the cart full of dresses. As I stepped into the first dress, I couldn't help but admire the intricate details and the way it hugged my figure. Ace stood outside the fitting room, keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings, his presence a reminder of his powerful position in the mafia world.
I twirled in front of the mirror, the fabric flowing around me. "What do you think, Ace?" I asked, excitement lacing my voice.
He leaned against the wall, his gaze never leaving me. "Absolutely stunning. That dress was made for you."
I couldn't help but smile "Thank you, Ace."
We continued the process, trying on one dress after another. Ace's stoic demeanor softened as he offered his honest opinions and occasional playful remarks.
As we emerged from the store, bags filled with carefully chosen dresses, I turned to Ace and said, "Wait here for a moment, Ace. I have to make a quick stop at Victoria's Secret. I won't be long."
Ace nodded mischievously, "Sure, I'll be right here."
I made my way into Victoria's Secret, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. As I browsed through the racks of lingerie, contemplating which piece to try on, I heard a voice behind me.
"That would look amazing on you," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine.
I couldn't help but blush at his boldness. "Ace, what are you doing here? I told you to wait outside!"
He shrugged, his eyes never leaving mine. "Couldn't resist the temptation. Besides, I wanted to give my expert opinion on your selections."
I rolled my eyes, unable to hide my amusement. "Fine, but don't peek when I try them on."
Ace feigned innocence, his grin widening. "Who, me? Peek? Never."
I entered the fitting room, closing the door behind me, and took a deep breath. As I slipped into the first piece of lingerie, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence. The silky fabric clung to my curves, accentuating my figure in all the right ways. I admired myself in the mirror, feeling empowered and alluring.
Just as I was about to try on the next piece, I heard a familiar voice behind me. "That one looks amazing on you, Alessa."
I turned around, startled yet exhilarated to see Ace standing there, his eyes filled with desire. "Ace, what are you doing in here? You're not supposed to be in the fitting room!"
He shrugged, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Rules were meant to be broken, love. Especially when it involves you looking so irresistible."
I playfully scowled at his remark. "You just couldn't help it, huh?"
Ace chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Guilty as charged. Can you blame me, though? You're a sight that's hard to resist."
I crossed my arms, feigning annoyance. "Well, Mr. Sneaky, since you're already here, you might as well tell me which one looks best."
A sly grin formed on his lips as he took in the sight. "Wow, Alessa, you look absolutely stunning. That lingerie was made for you."
A rush of satisfaction washed over me, "You really think so?"
He stepped closer, his voice low and filled with desire. "No doubt about it. You are breathtaking."
I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence at his words. "Well, I guess we've found a winner, then."
Ace's playful demeanor intensified. "Indeed we have. But you know, just to be sure, I might need a closer look." He raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
I laughed, swatting his arm playfully. "Nice try, Ace. You'll have to wait for the right moment."
He pouted, pretending to be disappointed. "Fine, but I'll be eagerly waiting the moment I can see you in that lingerie again."
