Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

Chapter 197 - All The Breast!

The rose gold and silver sequin embellished sleeveless dress was form-fitting on Angela. With a deep V neck, V back, and narrow V slits on the sides that stopped just right below her waist, she looked incredibly gorgeous. She ditched the bra as it wasn't ideal for wearing the short cocktail dress that cut to her mid-thigh, thankful that the sequins masked her hard nipples. 

The thought of Gael's fingers on her a few minutes ago made her feel hot again. She turned from side to side, seeing the open sides of her dress—it would definitely be easy access for him if he so wished to cop a feel. All he had to do was slip his hands—no! She shook her head. "Get your head out of the gutter, Anj."

She took a deep breath, inhaling the after-shave scent that smelled like him. With one final look at the bathroom mirror, she scooped her tits and positioned them in her dress so they'd stay in place. She felt like they'd slip off to the sides if she made a wrong move. The top part of the dress was snug on her breasts—if a wardrobe malfunction happens, she was pretty sure they'd spill out, and she'd flash everyone. 

"That should be okay, I guess." She sighed as she stepped into a pair of silver high-heeled pumps. Even her shoes fit perfectly. It made her wonder how Val knew her size.

Once she stepped out of the bathroom, she headed out the door, catching a glimpse of the book on the bed. Angela did a double-take and stared at the hardcover. Then before she changed her mind, she grabbed the book and a pen from his desk and then wrote something on it. She didn't know when he'd be able to read it, but since he asked for a sign, she gave him one. She left it on the nightstand on top of her other books like how she found it. Then she headed downstairs. 

Gael would have to change too if the dress code was strict. After all, he was wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and a leather jacket earlier. But when Angela climbed down the stairs, Gael was already in a suit—well, sort of.

He wore a black hoodie that's unzipped to his chest, very fine wisps of hair peeked out, and a small gold cross necklace was on display. Over it was a dark grey tailored suit coat and pants that fit him perfectly. He had also traded his boots for leather shoes. Overall, he looked cool, dark, devilish, and debonair. The combination that only he could pull off.

"You ready?" Giovanni asked when he noticed her walking down the stairs. Compared to his nephew, he wore a dark shirt with a light grey vest and a tie. 

Both of them look every bit of a dashing bad boy.

Gael turned her way too, and his eyes raked over her body. It wasn't lost on her that he was looking at places she wanted him to look at. So she straightened her back, causing her chest to jut out even more. 

Angela glanced at Giovanni. "Yeah. Was your club's dress code slutty-ish?" When he said that he had a strict dress code, she thought he meant long evening gowns or something and not party-at-the-club kinda dress.

"You look great," Gio complimented, lifting his shoulder.

"What are you talking about?" Val beamed at her. "That dress looks amazing on you better than it does on me. Your tits and ass filled it up nicely. Keep it. And you don't look slutty at all. You look fuckable. Am I right, Gael?" She elbowed her cousin who was still staring.

Angela arrived in the living room where they stood. She looked at Gael and waited for what he had to say.

"You're not wearing that," he muttered.

She bit her bottom lip and looked down on herself. Did she look bad? 

"Oh, shut up. Don't be ridiculous. She looks absolutely stunning." Val walked towards Angela, her eyes zeroed in on her chest, and before she knew it, Val grabbed her breasts and gave them a squeeze—right in front of the men. "Oooh, they're real..."

Angela froze—and so did the men. Giovanni glance once before looking away while Gael glared at Val's hands on the other's breasts. She didn't know what to make of Val yet, then all of a sudden, the woman skipped first base and jumped right into second base with her, grabbing her breasts. "W-Why? Do they look fake?"

"No, they look real." She smiled. "Aw!"

Gael slapped Val's hands away from Angela's chest at the same time that he pulled Angela to his side. He glowered at his cousin, and the two of them bickered in Italian. Though she couldn't understand what they were spouting, she knew it had something to do with Val grabbing her.

"Come on. Let's go." Giovanni grabbed his coat and headed out of the door with Val following behind.

Gael put Angela's coat on her and zipped it all the way up, even putting the hoodie up to cover her fully. His brows were drawn together. He definitely did not like her dress. He hadn't said much to her since she came down the stairs, and she didn't know what he was thinking. It was driving her crazy.

He did a quick sweep all throughout the house and punched some numbers on the control panel near the door. She didn't recognize what it was earlier as she hadn't seen anything so elaborate like it, but now she figured it must have been the security system. 

"We don't have to go..." she muttered as they left his house and headed towards his car that's parked out front.

He opened the passenger door for her and then studied her expression as if he wanted to say something but decided against it. Then he shook his head. "We'll go. I have to meet someone, and I can't leave you, so you have to come with me."

Angela nodded and got inside the Escalade. She'd already trusted Gael when she decided to come with him to New York. What's a couple of hours more in the club?