Beauty and her Beast:The Don's obsession

THIRD POV

 Bella walks towards Raffaele's room with cleaning equipment in her hands.

 She felt scared and prays in her heart he shouldn't be in the room,at the mere thoughts of his deep emerald eyes on her,her legs buckle and she lets 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 sometime just starring at it.

 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 there 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 sperks of gold,a huge gold coloured chandelier hangs in the middle of the ceiling, The other side has a floor to celing mirror and the other a smal 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 leads to a bathroom and a closet.

 Bella sighs at the magestic beauty of the room wishing it was 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 were the bed is there is a huge potrait 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 flashes.

 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 makes her giggle before she moves away from the picture.

 She has always wondered how a man can be so handsome without even trying and is able to win the hearts of money.

 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 own world.

 Lost in her own world of moving her hips along the rythm of ENRIQUE IGLAISIAS song she is unaware when Raffaele suddenly enters his room.

 Raffaele is stuned by the sight in front of him and his throat instantly goes 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 lips he 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 close 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.

 ''I-I-''She stutters flushed 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 steps back.

 'Damn siren' he mutters under his breath and her grey eyes snap up to look at him which makes him groan.

 ''Get out''He orders and she frowns at his words a little bit puzzled.

 ''I am here to clean sir''She tells him and Raffaele almost lost 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 grumbbling and mimicking his voice annoyed at how rude he sounded.

 'Well he can clean it himself' she thinks before walking outside.

 ''Bella dear''A voice calls out and she turns to face the person.