Marked as His ?

The Next Day.

Andrea was practically bouncing beside Alfonso as they approached the guarded elevator leading to the restricted casino floor.

Dressed in a sil emerald green outfit with her signature wolf-cut hair swaying at her shoulders, she flashed the guard a smug smile.

" Oh, you're not stopping me today huh! ....I see," 

She said sweetly, chin tilted.

The guard, a bodybuilder type who had once denied her entry due to the casino's age restriction policy, now straightened like a soldier.

His eyes flicked to Alfonso, who offered a single glance. That was enough.

"Ah... pressing buttons like I’m royalty."

Alfonso chuckled, stepping in beside her.

With a respectful nod, nearly a bow, the guard stepped aside and pressed the elevator button for them. Andrea smirked, tossing her hair as she stepped in.

" I like this version of VIP," she whispered to Alfonso.

" You’re enjoying this too much,"  he muttered, lips twitching.

" Yup.." She said smiling afterwards.

" Well, you see how he turned all innocent looking at you.... You should've seen him before, he was all....wall, didn't even let us peek in..."

Alfonso laughed lightly he then said

" No one can stop you, only if I'm with you..."

He said playfully teasing her now. She scoffed and said

" No need to show-off, otherwise I'll tell everyone, you can't use a coffee machine..."

He laughed and raised his hand in surrender,

" Just stating the fact..."

She rolled her eyes but laughed.

"If I knew you had this kind of power, I would've dragged you here sooner."

Alfonso only shrugged, but his genuine smile never left, eyes crinkling at the corners, lips twitching upward as she kept talking.

As the elevator doors slid open onto the casino floor, Andrea’s eyes widened. She hadn't seen it before, she kept gazing and take in every little detail, the soft golden lights, plush velvet decor, the clinking of poker chips, the smell of whiskey and something sweet from the dessert lounge.

Alfonso let her take his arm. They moved together, seamlessly, as if this was a routine stroll through a kingdom he ruled.

He greeted a few players with a subtle nod, exchanged brief words with a cigar-smoking investor near the blackjack tables.

Andrea kept glancing around, sometimes gripping his arm tighter when a table got rowdy, sometimes letting go and walking slightly ahead looking at everything, from the marble floors to the golden statue of a lion perched near the bar.

They passed the bar where the desserts were, her favorite chocolate mousse was also on display under glass. Andrea slowed but she already was full.

" I’m watching you," 

Alfonso said with a smirk.
She held up her hands in air but her eyes sparkled.

" Just looking."

Their path took them into a private section of The Viper’s Den casino, Darker lighting, polished wood, and a giant screen displaying an ongoing underground boxing match.