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I try to focus on the now, the image, and not the way his body caresses mine from behind. Resting my head against the door, I pull my hand out from under his, and I let it hang at my side. “I want to know who she is,” I state loud and clear. The words leave my lips before I can process them and stop them. Occasionally, my brain has trouble keeping up with my mouth, and I'm starting to think it's a curse. “You don't want to know, tesoro.” He removes his hand from the doorknob and places it over my abdomen, pinning my back to his front. Preventing me from escaping him. My chest rises and falls vigorously. “I obviously do if I've asked, Alessandro. Tell me who she is, so we can move forward.” I clench my jaw, being wary not to crush my molars in the process. “She doesn't matter, and whoever printed that article will find themselves left with no job in a matter of minutes.” He growls. I shake my head. This is so typical of him, constantly trying to find a problem by c
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress NINETY-THREE.
TWO WEEKs LATER. It's been two weeks since I got the news that Dad's organs were failing him. Doctor Cameron said he must have caught a viral infection from the black mould that stains the ceiling in the hallway of our home. After he finished informing me of his prediction, he wore this expression that shouted: 'I told you so' He never said it, but I knew he was thinking it, and I felt foolish for not taking his advice and letting my pride get the better of me. My father's health rapidly deteriorated the day I returned from Alessandros’ following a night of wicked activities for which my father is now suffering the consequence. If I had known what I do now, I would have done things differently. I wouldn't have brought my father back home, and I wouldn't have slept with Alessandro that ruinous night. I used to believe that my trust in my religion was as razor-sharp as two chains joined, impenetrable, indestructible, and invincible. But now my beliefs are dormant, and I'm qui
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress NINETY-FOUR.
FOUR DAYs LATER.The air smells like unclean, wet soil, and the gusting wind whips around us, creating whirlpools that dance in the open air.Droplets of tears fall from my eyes like raindrops falling from the cloudy sky, which reminds me of a certain pair of stormy blue eyes that I miss gazing into.The same pair of eyes that haunt me in my sleep and tortures my every waking moment.Today, alongside Nic and Jax, I stand in front of my father's freshly dug grave, listening to the priest's concluding prayer.I feel numb.Void of any real emotions, zilch, nothing!Though my eyes are bloodshot and a small stream of tears flows down my flushed cheeks, my mind and heart have closed themselves off from me emotionally. I don't even remember arriving here or how we got to this point. I twirl the single red rose in my hand that has a single thorn peeking out of the stem, carelessly, I puncture my finger against it hoping to feel something. But I don't, I just frown, watching the crimson liq
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress NINETY-FIVE.
The sound of water running in the background pulls me out of my deep slumber.I turn over onto my back, stretching my aching limbs, slowly prying my eyelids open, and I shoot upright when my eyes land on the white, pristine ceiling I know too well. The moon illuminates the room as the sun has already set, and the rain has also stopped. My eyes dart around the room, looking for Alessandro, and I quickly realise the water that's running in the background is the shower.A feverish chill runs down my spine when I think about Alessandro being naked in the shower in the next room. His bodywash wafts through the room as clouds of condensation escape under the ensuite doorway. I flip over the bedding and swing my legs over the side of the enormous bed. I peer down at myself, and the clothes I once adorned have been stripped from my body, leaving me in my maroon lacy bralette and thong. Alessandro would not have stripped me unless he had a solid reason, which I can only presume was becaus
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress NINETY-SIX.
THREE HOURs AND MANY WHISKEYs LATER.I sigh, laughing. “I don't believe you!” I utter, laying down on the carpet and looking up at the ceiling, with a half-naked Alessandro next to me. “It's true.” He mutters. “The very first time I kissed a girl, I was fourteen years old, and she was the cook's daughter.” For some odd reason, it surprises me that Rose wasn’t his first kiss."Hmm, how old was she?"Clearing his throat. “She was twenty-four years old, and she was the first person I slept with too.” He slowly shifts, sitting upright with his legs fanned out in front of him. He's silent as he stares straight ahead into the distance. I slowly manoeuvre into an upright stance, with my focus solely on him. The tension in the air shifts. It becomes icy, bitter, and raw, and I realise immediately that this is not a scenario he is bragging about.I touch his forearm, letting him know that I am still beside him and that he has my undivided attention if he wishes to express himself further.
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress NINETY-SEVEN.
I lay awake on my side, watching Alessandro sleep as the sun begins to rise. Beautiful hues of yellow, red and orange cast off the windows, shining through the room gloriously. The gentle rumbling sound of him snoring reverberates off the walls; his features are soft, long lashes fan his cheeks, and he looks peaceful, calm and so relaxed for once. After his confession about Maria grooming him by his fathers' orders, my heart bleeds for him, deeply, and I fear it may bleed itself dry. How can two damaged souls with different outlooks on life try to repair one another? They can't. Especially when all the odds are stacked against you. I need to sort my life out and I can't do that here with all the distractions. And it's why I've made the tough decision to move to Wellington City and stay with my Aunt Mae on my father's side of the family. Aunt Mae with a glass eye. Looking past Alessandro, straining my neck, I glance at the digital alarm clock sitting on top of his bedside
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress NINETY-EIGHT.
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO. Reaching across the bed with my arm in the hopes to entice Ivy back into my embrace once more, a mischievous smirk plays on the corner of my mouth. I have not slept this well since she left. But having her back in my bed and sharing my hidden truths, has taken some of the weight that has been weighing me down for years off my shoulders. But what makes me weak, is that Ivy didn’t judge me. I am capable of dealing with glances of distaste and repulsiveness. These sentiments are irrelevant to a man like me. A man accustomed to the disdainful, frigid glances of individuals who mean nothing to me. It acts as a buffer between my mind and my emotions. It is the pity that would have been most painful. The sensitivity with which her watery hazel eyes glance at me will be my undoing. She is my vulnerability, my everything, and I wish I could figure out how to stop wounding her fragile heart. When I extend my hand further across the bed, all that remains
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress NINETY-NINE.
“Please, Miss Bishop. There is so much we have to discuss and time is very limited.” The kind doctor insists. Sighing, “all right, this doesn't sound too promising.” I say as I sit back in the armchair. I watch as the doctor walks around her badly damaged desk and sits in her office chair, which looks very outdated as well. She places the small pile of papers down on the desk and moves the mouse to her computer. I wait in silence as I watch her, wishing she would hurry and skip straight to the point. “Okay,” she breathes out as she raises her gaze to meet mine. “The blood work came back, and you are very well, indeed, pregnant.” She pauses as she waits for my reaction. “Pre-pregnant?” I stutter as if the two-syllable word has always been difficult for me to say. “Yes, pregnant.” She states firmly. “When was the last time you had a menstrual cycle?” I think back, “the last time was about six months ago. They aren't regular, so I paid it no attention.” “Mmm-hmm,” the doct
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