I woke up to the bright sun in my eyes. Memories from last night resurfaced my mind and I smiled.

I felt happy.

Giovanni and I never had sex last night. It wasthe first time I felt a man didn't want me for my body.

I was slowly tracing the tattoos on his skin as I watched him sleep. He looked so beautiful. He looked so innocent.

He had so much ink on his body, I wondered why he got so many. I wondered what they meant.

His eyes poked open and he squinted, adjusting to the light of the sun.

"Good morning, princess," he spoke in his husky morning voice.

My heart swelled. I couldn't believe he was mine.

I smiled, sheepishly. I was still so nervous around him. He made me like this.

I stared at my fingertips tracing his tattoos and I mumbled. "Good morning."

"What are you doing?" He asked. He motioned to my hands on his tattoos and I looked at him.

I removed my hand quickly. Was he angry? Did he not want me touching his tattoos?

"Woah, calm down, princess. I didn't mean it like that," he chuckled.

I sighed in relief. "What do they mean?" I asked softly.

"Nothing," he answered.

"They mean nothing?" I asked. My voice came out shaky. "Aren't tattoos supposed to have some meaning to them?"

I didn't know why I was stuttering. He made me so nervous.

He chuckled, deeply. It sent shivers down my spine. My heart jolted at the sound of his laugh.

"Why are you stuttering, baby? Do I make you nervous?" He asked, teasingly.

Baby. He called me baby.

I cowered away from him shyly. I felt my cheeks flush. Why does he have to point it out?

"No," I denied. It was true, though and he knew it. "Back to your tattoos," I told him.

He snickered at me. "Not really, I just got them."

"Not even one, once doesn't have a special meaning to you?" I asked.

He hesitated. He looked at his tattoos. He touched one on his chest and stared at it.

"This one," he said. His hand rested on it. I placed my hands on top of his.

The tattoo was angel wings they had a name in the middle of them written in cursive.

It was a name.

Angela.

"That's my mom's name," he explained. His voice held so much pain.

"You miss her?" I asked him, softly.

"Everyday," he said. His eyes watered. He looked so torn. He looked so pained.

I bit my cheek to refrain from crying. He was so sweet, he had just been hurt.

"How about you?" He asked me.

I knitted my eyebrows in confusion. "What about me?"

"Do you miss your parents?"

"My mother, yes," I answered. I froze, before continuing to answer. "I know I shouldn't miss my father, but I missed what we were before everything took a turn. I miss my family."

"I get what you mean," he told me. I smiled.

He placed a kiss on my lips and I pulled away.

"What does this mean for us?" I asked him. I was anxious. What if he only wanted what everyone else wanted from me? Sex? What if he didn't want to see me again if I gave him what he wanted?

My hands started to tremble. He couldn't just use me like this.

He didn't answer. He continued to stare at me. I looked away. I felt tears in my eyes. Why do I always think of the worst?

"Did you just want to me for my body, too?" I whispered. Tears trickled down my face. I had to swallow a sob. I never thought he would use me. He was just like the others.

He grabbed my cheeks and wiped the tears that had fallen from my cheeks. I bit my my bottom lip to prevent myself from falling apart.

"I don't just tell random girls I love them, princess," he told me after a while of silence. He grabbed my trembling hands and smiled at me. "I would never do that to you, Chanel."

"What if we made it official, will that make you feel better?" He asked. His eyes held sorrow.

"Official? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?" I asked for clarification. I didn't want to get too carried away.

He nodded his head. "You're mine and I'm yours," he said seriously.

"Chanel Blanchett, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked.

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. This was my first real relationship and it couldn't have been with someone more special. He was so special to me.

"Of course," I smiled tearfully at him.

How did this happen?

He engulfed me in his arms and we cuddled in bed. His arms around my waist and his head nuzzled in my neck. He fit perfectly.

I tried to get out of his arms once I felt the need to release my insides.

He tugged his arms tighter around my body.

I groaned. "Gio, let me go," I whined.

"No, you're mine," he growled. He tightened his grasp.

"I need to pee, Giovanni, please," I pulled on his strong arm.

He finally let me go and I scurried to the bathroom. I was still naked.

"And I'm not something to claim, Giovanni," I told him once I was in the bathroom. I earned a husky laugh from Giovanni.

I couldn't believe this was happening. I felt a smile pulling at my lips. He was precious. I was lucky.

Once I finished. I washed my hands and hopped back in bed. I snuggled back into Giovanni's warm embrace. I was shivering.

"You're warm," I murmured.

He chuckled. "You're so fucking cute," he said.

I smiled.

"I have to go, I've got work to do," Giovanni told me.

He got up from the bed. I clutched onto him.

"No! Wait, Gio, can we just stay like this for a little longer?" I looked up at him. My lips pouted and my eyes wide. "Please."

He cursed. He sighed and hugged me back to sleep.

"You're making me soft," he muttered.

"You like it," I smirked against his tattooed chest.

"Uh . . . I'm not so sure about that," he mumbled to himself.

I scoffed. He better be joking. I sat up from the position we were in and stared at him.

He peeked up at me. "I'm just kidding, princess," he laughed.

He pulled me back into his arms and I yelped in surprise. He kissed me and took this as his chance to get out of bed

He ran out of the room before I could say anything. I scoffed at his movements. He was such a child.

I soon got out of bed and got dressed.

I went to my room and noticed a box on my bed. It was from Giovanni. He got me a present already.

To my beautiful girlfriend; the note said on the box.

I opened it and noticed a silky red dress. It was long and tight to my body. It would fit my slim body perfectly.

I loved it.

It must've been so expensive.

I wondered what it was for. Why would he buy me a dress?

I noticed there was a necklace and a Cartier bracelet. Everything together must've cost him a lot.

I put them aside and went downstairs. I noticed Tobias sitting on the counter and the rest of the crew around him. I noticed Grae with a girl around his arms.

He always had a different girl. I rolled my eyes. He was such a player.

I didn't see Giovanni anywhere, though. He probably left.

It was a new day.

"Did you get the dress Giovanni gave you?" Tobias asked.

I nodded my head. "Do you know what it's for?"

"You don't know?" Luke asked. His eyes widened in surprise.

I was confused. Was I supposed to know?

"No," I said, hesitantly.

"We're going to a banquet. Giovanni finally got a girlfriend that's worth showing and everyone is dying to meet you," Tobias said.

He was going to show me off? I liked him because he didn't show me off. I was attracted to him because he didn't see me as just beautiful. He saw me as more.

Now, he was going to show me off.

I might just be thinking too much in this. This might just be a great night out. I wasn't going to let Giovanni drag me along like he owns me.

He doesn't own me.

"Oh," I spoke finally.

They all looked at me.

"What's wrong?" Luke asked.

"Nothing," I waved them off. I wasn't going to tell them that I was upset that Giovanni just wanted to show me off. I doubt that's even what he wanted to do. I doubt that wasn't his motivations.

"Giovanni made you breakfast before he left," Luke told me. He brought me a plate with an omelet. My favourite.

I smiled. Suddenly all the bad thoughts of Giovanni left and I dug into the omelet.

I loved his cooking.

"There's that smile," Tobias pointed out.

•••

When Giovanni got back from work, his eyes were empty and tired. He was dressed in his usual jet black suit with a white polo underneath. He brought his hand down to his sleeves to adjust his cuff links on his jacket.

I was still angry at him for wanting to show me off, but what was I going to do? What could I do about it?

"Hey, babe," he greeted me. Even his voice sounded fatigue. Only now had I noticed he had dark circles underneath his beautiful eyes. He leaned down to give me a kiss and I instantly smiled into it.

All of my worries from before vanished again and it was as if he was a saint.

"I missed you," I mumbled against his lips. He pulled back and looked at me.

"I was literally gone for six hours, you missed me that much?" He asked teasingly. A smirk tugged at his full lips.

I smiled sheepishly, "Now don't go acting all cocky, mister." I rolled my eyes at his behaviour.

He looked at me a ghost of a smile plastered on his face. I think this was the closest to a real smile I've ever seen him have.

"Are you smiling?" I asked. My eyes widened in surprise. I never thought I would see a day where he smiled, and a genuine smile too.

"I can't help it when I'm with you," he whispered. My stomach did little somersaults and my throat went dry. Since when did he have this effect on me. I have never felt this way with anyone before.

What was so special about him?

"Okay enough with all this sappiness. Tell me what the dress you have gotten me is for?" I ordered him.

"Are you telling me what to do?" He asked. His voice wasn't as humorous as I thought it would be. He sounded sincerely mad.

I froze. I never meant for that to happen. I was only kidding around.

"No, no, Giovanni, I swear, I didn't mean to it to come out that way." I pulled away from his arms. I felt my gaze hard on the floor, suddenly it became more I interesting. Why did I have to act this way?

I looked up at him to see the same cold smirk on his face that he would always have.

"I'm kidding, princess." He finally spoke after a while of silence. I let out a deep breath and he let out a husky chuckle. "I got the dress for the ball we're going to."

"And who said I wanted to go to this ball?" I asked him. My eyes narrowing at him for playing with my emotions like that.

"Come on, anyone would jump at an opportunity to go to a ball and especially with me," he replied narcissistically.

"Well, not me," I snarked, before turning my back away from him and walking out.

He chased after me, "Hey, don't walk away from me, Chanel." He grabbed ahold of my arm. I tried to pull away.

"Let go of me," I exclaimed. He continued to hold on with his eyes on me. "Giovanni, I'm not playing around, let go of my arm now," I whined. My eyes moving from my arm to his face. He was staring at me.

He let go of my arm and I narrowed my eyes at him. I crossed my arms over my chest and tilted my head to the side to let him know I was angry at him.

"I'm not going to the ball and that's final," I murmured at him. I loved the idea of dressing up and going to a beatific banquet, but the thought that he was just using me for his image, chewed at my stomach. I felt a pit in my stomach.

"What do you mean your not going?" He asked rather harshly.

"By what I mean," I persisted. He didn't get to do that.

"You're going," he demanded.

I scrunched my face up. What was he thinking, ordering me around like I was some dog?

"No, I'm not, and you better not keep insisting because it only going to be no," I growled. I stomped away from him and entered my room. I know it was too dramatic, but he needed to know he doesn't own me.

After a while of staring at the silk box on my bed, I heard a knock at my door.

I opened the door, hoping it wasn't Giovanni. It wasn't.

Tobias was at my door. "What have you done to Giovanni?" He asked me. "He's in such a bad mood, worse than usual."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I just told him I wasn't going to the ball with him."

Tobias's eyes widened and his jaw dropped for a good three seconds before he spoke, "You did what?" He exclaimed. "This ball is important to him, Chanel. You have to go, his whole figure depends on it."

"I'm sure he doesn't need me there, he only want to show me off anyway," I snarked at him.

"Okay, maybes I put it the wrong way. You mean slot to him, I can tell. He obviously doesn't want you there only to show you off, come on, Chanel. You can even ask him. The last thing he'll do is show you off,"

Tobias said. What was wrong with me? Of course I knew Giovanni didn't only want me there to show me off.

Why did I always think the worst of him?

I sighed, guilt suddenly filled my insides and twisted at my intestines. He was right, I was too caught up in my own problems with going, I haven't taken his into consideration.

I walked past Tobias and down the stairs. I define you wasn't going to admit to Tobias that he was right.

I reached Giovanni's office and stared through the glass door. He was staring roughly at his computer screen, his finger wrapped tightly around the pen he held on his hands.

He noticed my presence and snapped his eyes at mine. I looked down before reaching my frail hand to the doorknob and twisting it open.

"Can we talk?" I asked softly.

He scowled at me. His eyes rough. I flinched. "I don't know, will you continue to tell me what to do?"

I shook my head. My eyes drooped in sadness. I hated this version of him, but it was expected when I hurt his feelings.

He nodded his head in agreement and I stepped further in his office, closing the door behind me as I did.

"I-I just wanted to explain to you why I acted the way I did when you just wanted me to accompany you to the ball," I informed him.

He nodded his head again, only this time it was in acknowledgement, letting me know he wanted me to continue.

"I felt like you only wanted me there for everyone to see you with me, and now that I think about it, I know that wasn't true," I explained.

His eyes held no sense of emotion. I wish he wasn't so hard to read. I didn't know how far I was getting with my so called apology. I didn't know what he wanted to hear.

"I understand if you don't want me to go anymore, but just know that I never meant for it to go down like this," I struggled with the words. He still didn't budged.

I let out a frustrated sigh and turned to leave his office. I was trying to make things right here, the least he could do was hear me out.

I headed for the door but he spoke out, his voice full of amusement. "That was a horrible apology," he told me.

I turned around, my fisted tighter together and I felt fume in my body. He was joking with me.

"I'm trying here," I yelled at him frustratedly. Why did he always have to do that? He continued to start at me so, I continued. "The least you could do is take what I can give."

He let out a chortle. "If that's your attempt at trying I don't want to see you when you actually try."

I stared at him, my eyes held anger. He really knew how to push my buttons.

"You—" I started. I was about to give him a peace of my mind, but he cut me off.

He got up from his chair and approached me. I moved away from him. My feet taking small steps back away from him.

"Chanel, my love, princess. I would never use you to just show you off," said Giovanni. His eyes never leaving mine. My back hit the wall and he raised his arm and placed it beside my ear. He lowered his head and placed his forehead on mine.

Then he lifted my chin with his soft fingers to make sure I'm looking at him and listening to his every word.

"Of course you're a beautiful woman, but you're way more than that to me and to everyone else. I simply just wanted you to just let loose and have fun for one night, I never meant anything offensive from it," he explained. His voice was soft and sensitive, nothing like how it was before I came into the office.

I felt my heart melt at his words. My face lit up in happiness. "Really?" I asked. My eyes filling with light.

He pressed his soft lips to mine and my cheeks flushed. Why did he have this effect on me?

He pulled back and stared deep in my eyes. His eyes had a spark I've never seen in them before.

"Yes, now can I ask you again?" He settled his gaze on mine and brushed a strip of hair that fell in my face. "Will you make me the happiest man in the world and be my date to my banquet?"

I feigned thinking about it, my face serious before I bursted into a wide smile.

"Of course I'll go with you," I told him. He smiled and this time for the first time ever it reached his eyes.

Now I know why he had this effect on me. I loved him. I truly loved him, everything about him and he was all mine.

. . . And I was all his.