to the dining room, the twins already had breakfast. Ella was a sweetheart and dished my plate. I sat down, eating my plate of waffles. I was almost done with my food when I glanced

ile and pretended he didn't exist. His cologne drifted towards me. I took a peek at his face once more. The elevator's door closed and I felt the air start to suffocate me. Alessia, what the hell are you doing? You're supposed to hate him. Look away. Now! "Are you done staring?" Dominic asked. Oh, crap! He caught me. He turned his gaze to me. "This is much better." "I wasn't looking," I defended. "Hmm, doesn't seem like it," he answered. I looked away and began counting the numbers on the elevator top. "You're awfully quiet, today," he said, turning to me. I looked at him confused wondering what he was thinking. "Huh?" The words escaped my mouth. "Oh, I am in a rush to go home, plus I have some work I have to finish when I get home." "Do you always avoid confrontation, or is it just around me?" He asked. What the hell was he talking about about now? Has he gone mad? I turned to glare at him, and the elevator jolted, making me lose my balance. He caught me in time before I fell, holding my waist. I blinked, finding it hard to stop looking into his eyes. They were so bold. My heartbeat rose and I tried to catch my breath. "Uhh," I muttered and gently got out of his grip. The elevator shook again and this time, I crashed into his chest. He held me tight, and I tried to wriggle free. "Um, thanks. You can let go now." I moved, but he didn't budge. What was he doing? "Dominic," I called softly. His hand lingered, holding my waist so I couldn't move. His fingers brushed against my hip as he leaned closer. His warm breath touched my face. I tried to move away, but it only brought me closer. "Let me go, Dominic. It's not funny," I said, my voice trembling. "What are you scared of, Alessia?" He asked. "I'm not scared of anything. Now, take your stupid hands off me before I break them!" I shot back. "Oh, really. I'll like to see you try," he r