*Alexis*Today my father was supposed to be moved from the hospital to the Switzerland cancer treatment centre. The thought of him waking up and having no one to say goodbye to, no one to hug before he leaves his homeland, kept me up all night. Well, it wasn't like I could sleep with the burning pain that ran through my body every time that I moved from the cuts and stab. They were polite enough to stitch my leg up after taking the knife off and apply some bandages on my torso where other deep cuts lied. Truth is even after all of this, the scars were the least of my worries. Clinging on the chair, I tried to make myself comfortable for the night awaiting. They untied me but since the ground didn't appeal to me as a bed, I decided to try with the chair. I just needed to relax a bit and relieve my muscles from the previous tension. Sleeping in that shithole with a bunch of men lurking outside the room wasn't an option. So I sat on the chair, tilted my head back and hummed a song that
*Alexis* Warmth. Comfort. And his arms around me. That's was what I woke up to. He held me close and tightly next to him as if I would vanish into thin air. But I did the same hoping that I would never have to face anything like that without him by my side. "Good morning, Princess." He whispered in my ear and planted a soft kiss behind my ear. I sank into his hug pulling him even closer if that was possible. He planted another kiss on my neck and lowered to my collarbone. "Good morning to you too, Mr. Valentine." I chuckled as he turned me around to look at him. I smiled tracing the tip of his lips with my fingers. I ran a hand through his hair and cupped his cheek with my other. He wrapped his hands around my waist and crushed his lips against mine. Our kiss was hungry like we were for each other. Watered with all the fear of not seeing each other again, our passion grew by the minute. His hands roaming through my body, tracing my curves and returning back to my waist. As he p
*Zayn* It had been hours and she was still on the phone with her father's doctors. She had that look on her and I knew something wasn't going well. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her eyes filled with terror about the slight possibility of hearing bad news. She exhaled sharply and listened to the doctor speaking on the other line carefully. Millions thoughts popping up in her head, I could hear the gears of her brain working. She stood by the door, leaning on the frame. One hand holding the phone and the other one running through her hair anxiously. It had been a week since she permanently moved here and as far as I knew from her previous meetings this week with the doctor her father was doing well at the treatment center. Ending the call with the main doctor responsible for her father, she sighed pondering on the things he had just said to her. It wasn't long until her phone rang again, and my heart skipped a bit about the proximity in which the call were made. Having lost my aun
*Alexis*Walking down my house's main corridor, I checked the things that were done for the funeral off the list. The casqued, the flowers, the cemetery and the grave had been already prepared. It had been two days since the receival of the sad news and I had been on edge trying to joggle with my company and the funeral. Also, with all these needing to be done, me and Zayn hadn't had the time to meet and maybe it was a good thing because if I was being honest I do not think I would have anything to say to him at the moment. And the last thing I wanted was his pity. I felt more than secure knowing that he was one call away. Even though, this was a tough period about me, it didn't mean that he was all rainbows and roses with his businesses. He had work to get done and with us being constantly together that would be unhelpful. In the office on the east wing of the mansion, I was sitting answering some emails about some upcoming cases while talking to the phone with some relatives which
*Alexis*Spending the night with me, Zayn made sure that I had everything my soul craved for. The morning of the funeral he woke me up with flowers and breakfast in bed, showering me with love and kisses, filling me with all the power I needed to get through the day.Getting ready for the funeral is to this day one of the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. This was the day I permanently said goodbye to my father. Wearing the dress I had picked out, I put on my black heels and applied some natural to no makeup. Zayn was already dressed and waited for me downstairs giving me the space I needed to breathe. I loved how he got me. How he knew what I wanted without even as much as looking at me. Having been ready, I descended the stairs and was welcomed by those two blue orbs. He placed his hand to my lower back and escorted me to the limo we were taking to the cemetery. The ride was silent, only my heavy breathing filling the lack of sound. His hand entangled with mine all through
*Alexis* Arriving to my house didn't take long after the funeral. The sun was starting to set already. We left last from the cemetery, Zayn and I. He sat on a bench just outside the cemetery for almost two hours, waiting for me. Giving me the space and time to grieve. He didn't bother me once and when I found him and told him I was ready to go, he simple nodded and smiled saying 'After you, Princess.' Most would think that after those two hours, my mood would be heavily impacted more than earlier and that my pain would have gotten worse. But quite the opposite, I took the first step closer to adapting to this fundamental change in my life. I knew he wouldn't be alive in the flesh, my father, but no matter what he would always be there. He would always be in those nights I choose to stay home and cook his pasta, in the long early walks at the beach and in my love for boxing. I entered the house with a lighter burden than I left. My aura more calm and refreshed. I wasn't great or ev
*Alexis* "Ok but how much money we are talking about?" Aria asked full of enthusiasm. She always had a little problem containing herself from shopping but she wasn't one to admit it. Fortunately for her, her career as a director and screenwriter paid off which gave her the freedom to buy literally everything. "Having a pretty fat bank account myself, I didn't bother delving into his finances. They were of no use." I replied, searching my phone. I must have thrown somewhere inside that purse this morning. I left rapidly, almost was late, because of our adventures with Zayn earlier. The brush of his lips, his light touch... even the thought of them sent shivers down my spine and I tried to hide the red line forming on my cheeks. "Yeah...The skyscraper of your office was really subtle about that." Jonathan chuckled and I elbowed him. He was sitting next to me and Aria just across us. He flinched and pretended to be in terrible pain as he mouthed 'Ouch' dramatically. "Talking about b
*Zayn* I trusted Alexis with my life but the think was that I didn't trust that other guy Jonathan around her. I couldn't trust any guy around her. I mean...take a look at her. Who wouldn't want to have that woman in his bed even for once? It was the first time I was experiencing this jealousy, this green fever that made my heart pound like crazy and make my mind build up scenarios that only made me more anxious than I already was. I was driving to her office. The sun had almost set and the sky was dressed in colors of orange and pink. The cigarette rolling on my lips offered me some mere relaxation and took slightly my mind off things. Parking before her building, I searched for any sign of Jonathan's presence but fortunately I came across nothing. Getting out of the car, I walked towards the entrance. The two security guards questioning every passenger with their glares seemed to have been informed about my arrival as their expression softened at my presence. They opened the doors
Hello my beautiful darlings! Thank you all for showing that much love on my first book EVER! It has been quite the ride writing it and reading your comments and I must say you guys made my boring school nights much more interesting. I felt obligated to explain my choice to end the story in such a way. Through personal experience I have learned that love is one of the most heartbreaking and painful feelings a human can ever experience because it leaves you powerless and vulnerable to a possible destruction. And that's the beauty of it of course, the beauty of living the journey no matter the destination, a journey that consumes you and scars you forever. It is difficult to find the right person with which you will click and feel as if at home. The person who you will not feel ashamed being yourself. The person who will encourage you to own who you are, all your dark parts. Your soulmate. Most of the times people don't get to find this person while they are alive and end up searchi
*Alexis*"I know, baby. But what can I say? I will see you soon though. Take care of Ryan and yourself. Love you. Bye!" I have just arrived in Italy. No suitcase, no baggages, just my purse and that smile that is plastered on my face. I was talking with Jonathan and I know it was horrible lying to him but I couldn't tell him the truth. Maybe it was selfish but... Walking out of the airport to the lobby room where people were expecting their beloveds ones, I saw a man holding a card with my name on it. I approached him and he escorted me to the black SUV which was parked outside. Two other cars following us packed with men."Your protection miss Alessandro." He confirmed while I was putting my seatbelt on. I hadn't changed my last name, didn't want to and fortunately Jonathan was okay with that. Only if he knew the reason... The reason that to this day is that only one man would have the luxury of doing that. And I would adore the way it would sounded. Alexis Valentine. "You have a s
*10 years later* *Alexis and Zayn have broken up and they haven't spoken since then* *Alexis*"Jonathan!" I called from where I stood in the kitchen. He rushed into the room, approaching me. It was currently 8AM in the morning and we were all preparing for work and school. Me and Jonathan are now married and we have a beautiful six year old son named Ryan. Those two boys saved me from waiting that promise to be fulfilled and do nothing else with my life. Now they are my life. "Can you pick Ryan up from school today? I have a conference meeting and I will be late." I said putting some coffee in my mouth. "Sure, my love." He wrapped a hand around my waist, stealing a kiss from me. "You're beautiful." He kissed me once again, before the little devil stepped into the kitchen. "Ewww don't." Ryan screamed and we laughed backing away from each other. "You know you're lucky you're not old enough to teach you how babies are made." Jonathan took himinto his arms, lifting him up. I chuckl
*Zayn*"The Italian mafia is grateful for your help, Ivan." I patted his shoulder and he chuckled taking a sip of his scotch. It had been a while since I had last seen Alexis and my eyes trailed off to the room searching for her. When I had gone over it twice and didn't find her... my heart started racing. I excused myself fromthe conversation and eased my nervousness with optimistic thoughts such as the possibility of her being in the ladies room or sleeping upstairs in our room. I hoped but hopes never truly match the raw character of reality. I saw my step mother entering the ball room, the colour on her face to was drained away. Her eyes going over the people in the room, searching for someone when they eventually landed on me. Swallowing, her eyes were deprived of the light that dominated them earlier. Something was wrong. I walked rapidly towards while she remained immobile, not having the power to move. "Mama..." I called her. Once I had reached her, she dragged me away fr
*Zayn*"Zayn!" Luciana squealed throwing her arms around me. She took me into a tight hug and I felt Alexis tensing at our proximity from behind. My Princess cleared her throat and remained silent, having trust in me. She trusted me. And I-I didn't know how to trust her with this. I didn't know how to trust that she wouldn't leave me after finding out. "Hey Luciana." I coughed, breaking the hug and taking a step back so that there was some distance between us. Luciana furrowed her eyebrows at my slight nervousness looking behind me to the goddess sitting by the bar next to my dad. "Who is she?" Her voice softened and her smile faded away replaced with an expression of confusion. "She is..." I let out a breath, rubbing my temples with the tips of my fingers. "My girlfriend." Luciana's eyes widened in surprise. I wasn't the one to date. I didn't at least before I met my princess. "Zayn, I thought we had agreed not to-" She was about to finish her sentence and I shook my head interr
*Alexis*The next thing I know... I'm drowned in an ocean of fabrics, jewelry, shoes, lipsticks and different haircuts. All offered to me by the stylist team that Zayn had assigned for my preparing for the ball the following week. The days passed in the most exciting way, I must admit. And the dress who was exclusively made for me and only me was breathtaking and one of a kind. Zayn hadn't seen me in it and he wasn't about to until the ball night. The castle boomed with life. People from all the walks of life occupying the corridors. All of them doing their duty and making sure the ball room would look out of this world. And when I visited it the morning before the ball, my jaw was on the floor. The work that had been done was perfect. Simple perfection. The theme of the ball was 'the touch of darkness', mysterious and luxurious the ball awaited for its guests.The evening before the ball was a beautiful mess. I was on chair for more than three hours. Makeup and hair, it was a war of
*Alexis*He was right when he said he knew exactly the place for this occasion. A beautiful restaurant, famous for its delicious pasta all over the city of Rome. Its ambiance was leaking with romance and I could see the place being only occupied by couples. Arriving to the restaurant, the waiter led us to the table. Zayn had asked for aVIP one who had great view over the city. Rome unfolding before our eyes was a breathtaking sight. After some time that we had sat down, a waitress approached our table. A smile on her as she welcomed us to the restaurant. Her gaze though as she handed us the menus was glued on Zayn and he politely smiled back at her thanking her. "I'm Alisha." Her eyes never leaving Zayn, even though I coughed trying to get her attention. "And I will be your waitress for tonight." She continued, her eyes examining him, tracing his face then lowering to his neck. "Do you want some time to decide? I can make some suggestions if you'd like?" She reached to Zayn's menu,
*Alexis*Once the plane landed, Zayn guided me to the Ferrari waiting outside. No chauffer, just the two of us. And after the mess that we made on that plane, the feathers of the pillows still lingering over my hair, I preferred it that way. Having never been in Italy, I was completely in the hands of Zayn which excited me and terrified me at the same time. He scared me in the car when he joked about us being followed and having to drive through the forest right in the sea to survive. I elbowed him in the ribs, shutting that wicked laugh of his down, even though seeing his Adam's apple moving up and down was eternally enjoyable. He didn't tell me the exact location of where we were going and honestly even if he did I wouldn't understand much.Driving past old beautiful buildings, graphic passages and traditional restaurants, I realized that we were in Rome. One of the most beautiful cities in the world, hiding secrets and mysteries behind its ancient history. Taking in the beauty unfo
*Zayn* I trusted Alexis with my life but the think was that I didn't trust that other guy Jonathan around her. I couldn't trust any guy around her. I mean...take a look at her. Who wouldn't want to have that woman in his bed even for once? It was the first time I was experiencing this jealousy, this green fever that made my heart pound like crazy and make my mind build up scenarios that only made me more anxious than I already was. I was driving to her office. The sun had almost set and the sky was dressed in colors of orange and pink. The cigarette rolling on my lips offered me some mere relaxation and took slightly my mind off things. Parking before her building, I searched for any sign of Jonathan's presence but fortunately I came across nothing. Getting out of the car, I walked towards the entrance. The two security guards questioning every passenger with their glares seemed to have been informed about my arrival as their expression softened at my presence. They opened the doors