Chapter 5 :Weird moment

Bella walks towards Raffaele's room with cleaning equipment in her hands. She felt scared and prayed in her heart that he shouldn't be in the room, at the mere thought of his deep emerald eyes on her, her legs buckled, and she let out an irritated sigh. She finally stands in front of the huge black double doors of his room with gold handles, and she stands there for some time just staring at them. Clenching her hand in a fist, she lightly knocks on the door timidly, only to receive no reply. 'Guess he isn't here'She thinks and does a small happy dance before opening the door. In the room, she takes a sharp inhale of Raffaele's scent all around the room. The heavenly scent of his cologne all over the room made her feel like he was present in the room. A big king-sized circular bed sits in the middle of the huge room, the bedsheet a deep red colour with traces of black on the edges. The wall is painted a deep red colour with specks of gold, and a huge gold coloured chandelier hangs in the middle of the ceiling. The other side has a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and the other small mirror and a vanity table for men in black that has different expensive products used by men. Two doors are on the left side of the room that lead to a bathroom and a closet. Bella sighs at the majestic beauty of the room, wishing it were hers. Though her room in the house is also beautiful and designed luxuriously, but nothing compared to the Don's room. On the side of the wall where the bed is, there is a huge portrait of Raffaele wearing a black suit, and he is sitting in a throne-like chair. Smiling, she walks towards the picture, and the memories of when it was taken flash. It was when Raffaele was newly appointed as the Don of the Vincenti's mafia, and he was asked to sit on the throne for the picture. His reluctant attitude and frown that day made her giggle before she moved away from the picture. She has always wondered how a man can be so handsome without even trying and can win the hearts of many. She starts cleaning the room with a sigh, wondering why she even needs to clean the already clean room. Moving towards the bed, she starts dusting the bed head, and an idea suddenly flashes through her head. She steps down from the bed and takes out her phone, and puts in a song. Dancing along the beat of the song, Bella gets lost in her world. Lost in her world of moving her hips along the rhythm of Enrique Iglesias's song, she is unaware when Raffaele suddenly enters his room. Raffaele was stunned by the sight in front of him, and his throat instantly went dry at the scene in his room. Folding his hands across his chest, the muscles on his hands bulge out, and the veins show running from his wrist to his elbow. Running his tongue across his pink lip, she wets it before gulping. When he notices that her dance seems to be getting more alluring, he walks closer to her. Feeling a presence at her back, Bella is about to turn when the familiar scent of Raffaele's cologne hits her, and she remains frozen. Her back softly hits his chest, and she inhales sharply at the proximity. She has never been this close to the don before. ''What are you doing here''Raffaele asks her. Bella shivers at the feel of his cool, minty breath on her neck, and the skin there immediately turns red. She stutters, flushe,d and clears her throat, unable to form any coherent sentence. ''You what''Raffaele asks again, leaning in closer to her. It was only when he realised his action that he immediately stepped back. 'Damn siren,' he mutters under his breath, and her grey eyes snap up to look at him, which makes him groan. ''Get out of those orders, and she frowns at his words, a little bit puzzled. ''I am here to clean, sir''She tells him, and Raffaele almost loses his control when she utters the word Sir. ''Don't let me repeat myself, Bella''He warns and turns away from her, his fist clenched at his side. Bella immediately walks out of his room, and Raffaele sighs in relief. He almost snapped, and his self-control would have been broken if he hadn't asked her to leave. Bella walks out grumbling and mimicking his voice, annoyed at how rude he sounded. 'Well, he can clean it himself,' she thinks before walking outside. ''Bella dear''A a voice calls out, and she turns to face the person.