His Innocent Sera

He disconnected the call, still, a bit annoyed by her recklessness. He always knew she wasn't very sharp-minded but sometimes her stupidity managed to exceed even his lowest expectations. It was a good thing, he was keeping track of her locations or she would have managed to attract trouble for sure tonight.

As he slipped his phone in his pocket, his eyes swept over the sea of faces, all eager for a moment of his time, hoping to earn his favor. The youngest in the room but the influence he wielded stretched beyond his age. He was not only a Serrano but also the future Don of Italy. A rightful heir who had proved his worth enough times to the world- the King in the making.

For Nate, they all were the same- boring, Obsequious, and annoyingly talkative. The more they wagged their tongues around him, the more he was tempted to tear that thing out. He knew better than to let their fake flatteries color him pink. They were just as fake as their useless personalities. The only reason he was here was his dad who insisted he meet people and learn to deal with them. It was a part of his training and he hated this part the most. He hated all those parts that kept him away from his princess. She must be amusing herself with her false illusion of freedom right now. Anyway, what his dad didn't know was that he already knew how to deal with people. A pistol to the head could make even a

cow rap.

"Nathaniel, I was looking for you," Mr. Alves, the Brazilian Mafia lord interrupted his thoughts. He stoo din front of him, grinning widely.

"Mr. Alves," he nodded, his gaze briefly flickering to the girl hanging on his arm. She looked around his age.

"She is my daughter, Carina," he introduced his daughter with a hint of pride. At first glance only he figured that the girl was a preening fool- overly obsessed with her beauty.

"Hi," Carina purred, eyeing him with open interest. The sultry smile she offered was an open invitation for him to do her. Quickly leaving her dad's arm, she stepped forward, adopting a coy demeanor.

"I've heard a lot about you. You are certainly the most sought-after heir in our world," she crooned, batting her long lashes.

"You kids chat. I'll be back in a moment," Mr. Alves cut in enthusiastically and walked away, leaving the two alone.

Nate ground his teeth in silent annoyance.

She moved closer, eyes brimming with desire.

"You look even more handsome in person. Would you believe my heart..." She placed a hand over her porcelain chest, drawing his attention to her large boobs that hung out. Having his attention, she continued, "My heart skipped a beat when I saw you. How someone can be so perfect." She whispered as if chanting a spell of seduction to him. Nate lifted his gaze to her, unimpressed, unmoved.

"My dad never stops admiring you. I was wondering if you could train me too. In return...." her eyes flickered between his lips and eyes before she smirked suggestively and continued, "....I'll give you whatever you want."

Nate smirked.

"Does your dad do it often?" he questioned instead, making her frown in confusion.

"What?" she asked.

"Pimp you out to others," he remarked, eyeing her condescendingly. Ire twisted her features ugly.

"How dare you," she raised her hand to slap him.

"Touch me and I'll burn your whole bloodline to ashes," he threatened darkly, making her hand freeze mid-air.

The air around him thickened with menace, his gaze sharpening into a dangerous glower as he continued, "You are a classless whore and your dad is a fucking pimp who'll have you spread your legs for just anyone with some semblance of power." He paused. A smirk played over his lips as he added, "Tell me, how does it feel knowing you are nothing more than a plaything, passed around men by your own dad? It must be thrilling, right?"

The girl had tears streaming down her cheeks now. Instead of consoling her, he turned and left, bored of their conversation.

He decided to take a bath after returning from the party. As he stripped off his clothes, a mischievous thought clicked him.

Sera opened her mouth wide to take her first bite of pizza slice when her phone started ringing again. A giant symbol of a skull and crossbones flashing, making her heart race.

It was him.

She stared momentarily at the screen, wondering if she should just ignore it. Despite the strong temptation, she answered the call.

His face filled her screen.

"Ha....Hii," she mewled, reluctant to suffer a conversation with him.

"Where is the painting and my other gifts?" he got straight to the point and demanded casually. He seemed to be walking somewhere with the phone.

"Huh?" she asked, dumbstruck. Her stomach began to twist, knowing she had shoved all his gifts under the bed.

"They..they.." she piped down, not knowing how to explain. He raised his brows, daring her to lie.

"Put them back in their place, princess. You are ungrateful" he commanded as he entered the bathroom. He fixed the phone somewhere and backed away.

"I'll bring them," she stated and purposefully left her phone facing the ceiling. "Show me where they are," he instructed, leaving no room for negotiation. Reluctantly so, she fixed her phone in a way that allowed him to see her every movement.

With heavy shoulders, she descended and sat down before her bed. A hint of hesitation stalled her movements for a brief moment before she reluctantly crouched low to retrieve the things. His eyes narrowed in confusion as he watched her reaching under the bed.

"You stuffed them under the bed?" his voice held a mix of disbelief and irritation, making her gut churn.

"I..I am sorry," she stammered, anxiety surging through her. "I'll put them back in place," she added, her voice trembling with anxiety.

She slid under the bed again to collect his painting. Fingers curling around the frame, she pulled it out and slowly rose to her knees. Absentmindedly, she let her gaze wander to the screen-only for her breath to hitch.

She almost choked on her saliva, her eye growing twice their size.

Their he was. Taking off his clothes.noveldrama

She watched astounded as the fabric of his shirt slipped from his shoulders, revealing his sculpted upper body.

What is he doing?" the question streaked through her mind like a bolt of lightening.

The painting slipped from her grasp as he reached for his trouser, the sharp thud against the floor snapping his attention to her.