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I walked out of the room being all dressed up. I went straight to where Samuel was. His room. Standing in front of the door of his room , I raised my hand and knocked twice. "Knock , knock."

The door creaked open and there he is. Standing in front dressed all elegantly. His dark red burgundy suit and pants with a high neck long sleeve white shirt inside. And calf leather oxford shoes.

It seems like today someone's going to have some fun. "Really, today is going to be a mess. Like always." I said knowing that he will fire back. " At least I'm not gay." He snapped at me with his lips pulled up to a smirk.

" I never said that you were one, did I.. ? " I raised my left brow at him.

He stood there having a thoughtful face. "It's time to go." I said bringing him out of his trance.

He just nod his head and we walked together to the garage. Lamborghini, Aston Martin, Tesla, Rolls Royce, Porsche, Bugatti, Ferrari and more auto parked inside the fancy decorated garage.

I looked at the each car of collection of mine and decided to take one of the newest. The Bugatti Chiron Noire Sportive. Features a matte carbon fiber exterior and a matte finish on anything that isn't carbon fiber. This includes the C-shaped signature line, wheels, grille, and front splitter.

Inside, the car also gets black leather and even more black parts and components . The switches, knobs, and dials are all black. Black is my color. Red is my second color representing blood.

Instead of Samuel being the driver of the night it was me. This auto is new and me being me I won't let anyone drive it except, me of course. I drove at a faster speed. The drive was short and windy. We reached at Ritz Paris no more in just 20 minutes.

The Ritz Paris is a hotel in central Paris, overlooking the Place Vendôme in the city's 1st arrondissement. A member of the Leading Hotels of the World marketing group, the Ritz Paris is ranked among the most luxurious hotels in the world.

Getting out of the car, the security went and took my car keys and drove away my auto. I sighed feeling annoyed of letting someone touching what's mine. But anyway I had better cars. Crying over a small case was stupid.

"Man, if you keep murdering the man with your intense stares he will faint. " Said Samuel behind me. I turn my head towards his direction and glared at him. Lucky he was my friend or else I would just kill him.

Once we stepped our foot in the venue. People stopped talking and looked at the entrance, more like at me. Shocked, confused and scared was all you could see in their face. Some women were just as what I thought them would be, GOLD DIGGERS.

I thought the venue would be adorn with bunch of pink but no, it's simple and elegant. For now it's fine with me.

No one expected my appearance in the day of today. Neither was I expecting me to come but sometimes things don't go as I want. D'Oro's Company is the in the 3rd place in ranking. Collaborating with them brings benefit.

We approached to the main star of the night but seems like she is still with her dressing. Instead I greeted the old couple of the D'Oro's .

" Good evening Mr. and Mrs. D'Oro. " Greeted Samuel standing in front of me. They both said "Good evening Mr. Collins and Mr. Monreau." I gave them a nod and they didn't said nothing about my way of greeting. Everyone knows that I talk too little. If you hear me say something it will be just one or five words. It was just one time where I've had said a sentence of 8 words.

Samuel continued being polite and keep talking with the D'Oro's and I stood there listening to their conversations.

"Where's our star of the day..? Won't she be coming..?" Asked Samuel. That f*cker, all excited and curious for nothing, something he will have, after all these years saying he wanted to find his true love by "dating" when it was just flings and one-night-stands. Now his stupid mind is really not working. I won't mind him seducing someone into bed cause it doesn't concerns me, but it's unbelievable that he is into the daughter of my collaborator. He haven't even seen her and look at him acting all innocent when he is nothing but shameless.

" This daughter of mine is still getting dressed. Soon she will come out." Said Mr. D'Oro. Just then I heard a door opened. I looked around till I spotted a door in the second floor leading down the stairs. The door wide and deep brown chocolate color. But that wasn't the thing that my eyes were focused on. It was an angel.

My eyes were looking directly at the little human girl coming out of the door. This little angel whom he didn't even knew who she was, made him instantly infatuated with her. So small, so tiny, so beautiful. He had the feelings in protecting her. The world was so big and cruel. Who knows if someone takes advantage of her.

While she was walking down the stairs I took my time looking at her dress. She was dressed in a long sleeveless wine red ballgown with deep rubies covered in her dress that shined under the lights. Her long hair open moving freely with each steps she takes. The small silver crown on her head and lastly the thin and black necklace that was hanged on her neck. I trailed my eyes slower and when it landed on her so notable collarbone I swear that I felt something that I've never felt in my life. The lower part of my body, my manhood twitched a little bit and I was feeling hot and bothered. 𝙻𝚞𝚜𝚝 and 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚢. For the first time in my life. Don't know if I should be happy or not.

She started approaching towards my way and if I look at her longer my erection would be notable. So I excused myself and went to the bar of the venue.

" Give me a strong red wine." I told the bartender. Poor him, just by looking at my face he was scared like a cat. I wanted to laugh but the only thing on my mind was calming myself down.

" S-ir, he-e-r-re." The bartender stuttered and gave me the wine with shaky hands. I took it and drank it. Feeling more better I sighed. "I've never seen you drinking in other place than in the villa. Cosa c'è che non va...?" Asked someone from behind me. [What's wrong..?]

"Niente, solo senzasione di caldo." [Nothing, just feeling hot.]

Mr. D'Oro started going to the altar along with the little angel, whom was so captivating, and started a small speech. The whole time I was looking at her. The words "my one and only daughter Rosabel Celestia D'Oro turns eighteen" made my eyes wide a little. This little angel, the daughter of my associate, whom I thought as a spoiled and a gold digger was totally the opposite. Kind, generous, lovable, cute. All good traits.