I informed Alfred of my plans and asked him to come pick me up. I had an hour to kill before arriving at my dad's business, so I sat back and let my thoughts wander.Why did I keep having these dreams so often? I make a lot of attempts to see the boy's face in my dreams, but they are never successful. I feel like a piece of my heart has been torn out, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. The boy in my dreams seems both familiar and foreign to me. I feel like I know him, but I'm not sure where.This is so frustrating!I considered asking my family, but ultimately opted against it. I wanted to spare them any concern. I must speak with my doctor immediately."Thanks Alfred." I stepped out of the already-opened door with Alfred by my side. "I will let you know when I am about to leave. You can drive around the neighbourhood till then..” I informed him, walking into the company. I walked past the employees greeting me in the lobby and into the elevator, pressing the top floor. I stepp
Soft lips brushed across my temple, leaving sweet, tender kisses in their wake, and a part of me was tempted to turn and respond, but the dominant side wished to stay asleep. I moaned, burrowing my face into the pillow."Amore, wake up." Giovanni’s voice was soft and cajoling."But I don’t want to." I moaned sleepily, not sure why he was in my room. I felt a callous hand caress my skin, beckoning me more into a dreamless sleep, a soft smile gracing my face at how great it felt."I’m leaving for work now. Come on, show me those beautiful eyes of yours.”My eyes snapped open. I panicked, and I turned to look at the table clock beside the bed to see that it was 7:10 a.m. in the morning.I let out a sigh, knowing I still had time to get ready. My gaze turned to look at Giovanni, who was leaning over, gazing at me intently."It's good to see you are finally up; I thought I wouldn’t get to see those beautiful eyes of yours before leaving for work today.” He stooped down to kiss me again, an
I was doing some research on my laptop concerning the fashion magazine. Things have been going great. Giovanni and Alexander both gave their support for me pursuing my dream, which I was more than thankful for.Without them in my life, I wasn’t sure where I would be, and to think Giovanni had confessed his feelings for me the day before It made my heart spike. In ways I didn’t know were even possible, and through the night, I kept wondering what my feelings for him were.I knew very well that I did like him, that I felt a certain connection with him, and that being with him makes me happy. But does all that mean I loveI wanted to be sure of my feelings for him before saying those words back.Sighing, I turned to look at the time on my phone and saw that nearly three hours had passed since I began working on my laptop. My gaze moved to look at Alexander, who was asleep on the sofa. His body was covered with a blanket up to his shoulder, and my brows creased.Normally he was supposed t
Alexander was back home. It has been three days since he was discharged from the hospital, and I couldn’t help but still beat myself up for not giving him the proper attention.What if I hadn’t noticed his fever on time or hadn’t gone to check up on him? Would he have been far worse? Just the thought of it had tears pooling in my eyes.He was getting better now; I knew that, but for some reason, my heart just can’t seem to process it yet, and a part of me is frightened.He was fast asleep in his room, and his fever had decreased significantly, but I still wanted him to rest more and not stress himself. Which meant school was on hold, at least for this week.My gaze flicked across to the living room upon hearing footsteps approaching. I dabbed at the corners of my eyes, determined not to let whoever it was see me so exposed. I was surprised to see someone I hadn't anticipated seeing, at least not by now.Giovanni left his boots aside and stood near the door. He was staring at me, his f
GIOVANNI’S POV. I had woken up early the next morning to find the side of my bed empty with no sight of Roy. It has been two days since our make-out section and two days since Alexander nearly walked in. Alexander was back to health, and Roy had spent the last two days dotting on him. She slept beside his bed and wanted to keep watchful eyes on him. As much as I told her she didn’t have to do that, and despite the fact that he was all better, she still couldn’t help but get worried. I guess this was her going into a full-mother protective mood, as she saw Alexander as her own. A smile made its way across my face as I got up from the bed, making my way to the bathroom for my morning routine, which involved brushing my teeth and cleansing my face with my face wash. Once I was done, I made my way downstairs, the sound of laughter drawing me towards the kitchen. I found Alexander and Roy giggling as they peered into the oven. They both wore aprons and big chef hats, and Roy was liberal
It was six o’clock at night, and it had been a couple of weeks since I had walked in on Vicky and Ric. With Alexander being sick and all, I hadn’t had the time to talk to either of them and have been occupied as well. I was now reviewing some documents to look for any mistakes or naiveté. Finally, I was starting my blog and keeping all fingers crossed, hoping it would be a success.As for Giovanni and Alexander, I haven’t seen them all day. They have been acting strange lately. There was a time I overheard them whispering to each other, but they stopped when they realised I was watching them. I made numerous attempts to get Alexander and Giovanni to reveal what they were keeping from me, but they are both adamantly resistant.I was giving them the silent treatment right now. Call me childish if you want, but I don’t care. I know that was the only way to make them fuss up, and yet it’s been five hours and I still haven’t heard from them.It was almost dinner time. I closed my laptop an
I stripped off my clothes, quivering with excitement and anxiety as I rushed over to the bathroom for a quick and brisk shower, scrubbing my skin until it glowed.Once I was done, I stepped out of the bathroom and into my closet, taking out a red dress I had gotten just recently. The dress didn’t require underwear, and I wasn’t going to force the issue either.Using my scented lotion, I rubbed it into my skin, curled my long hair, and then stepped into the garment. It felt like a flimsy purple dress on my body. Deep slits ran down both sides of my thighs, and the hem reached just above my knees. Thin straps ran over my shoulders, and the dress dipped in the centre of my chest to showcase my cleavage. I’d always had a handful of breasts and a bit more, but at least they were still perky enough that I could forego wearing a bra.I applied some makeup, keeping it minimal and natural, like I wanted. Afterwards, I complimented the dress I had on with a pair of black high-heel pumps and a
l gritted my jaw against the sweet scent of the woman so beautifully incensed next to me. She was making me do crazy things, things i had never thought possible of doing. My mind drifted back to the night—the first night i had gotten the pleasure of hearing her moans, and i must admit, they sounded like music to my ears and i knew i wanted to hear them for a very long time.Now here she was again, hunting my very thought with an image so profound and enticing. The silkiness of her legs and her sweet knees revealed when her dress had ridden up. The dress that she had worn was red, except for the display of gold at the hem.I hadn’t taken my eyes off her—the column of her sweet neck, her sexy throat, her lips—when she smiled. She was truly a young goddess in that scandalous red dress and those perfectly pink lips that had been nothing but torture to my cock and made my blood scorch his skin. i wanted to bury my shaft right deep into that mouth of hers. I wanted her lips to swell and h
It's been ten years since I gave birth to my beautiful daughter Ginevra, ten years since i got remarried to Giovanni. I still couldn't believe this was my life. I have a caring, loving husband with beautiful children.My mind drifted to my best friend, and I smiled. Vicky and Richard got married two years after Giovanni and I got married. A year later, they gave birth to their beautiful baby girl, Cassidy. Five years ago, she gave birth to their youngest child, Ace.Ariella. Giovanni's mom also found a man of her own, which was kind of weird at first. Giovanni really didn’t like the idea of her dating, saying he didn’t want her to replace his dad, but after Ariella and I had sat him down , explaining to him that she wasn’t replacing his dad and just wanted someone to love her. Giovanni had no other option than to agree, giving his blessing to his mom and Lorenzo , Ariella’s husband.Since Lorenzo has children of his own, a boy and a girl, Giovanni had gained siblings and was protectiv
It's been a week since the baby shower and gender reveal party. Giovanni has been AWOL, always disappearing every single time I set my eyes on him. He wakes up before me and comes back after I have gone to sleep. I didn't know what to think about it and thought of confronting him, but all he said was "I need you to follow me somewhere this evening. Dress formally" before leaving the room.I didn't want to think much about his secretive behaviour, but that didn't stop my mind from running wild. Was it because I had added weight and I didn't look as sexy as I was for him?sighed.!I got up from bed to get ready. I walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and immediately hopped in. I had an hour and thirty minutes to get ready.I walked back inside the room once I was done showering and dried off my hair and body. I walked into the closet to look for a dress, shoes, and other necessities, keeping them safely before taking my seat in front of the mirror to have my makeup done.I did
" It's time for your hair and makeup." Vicky said in a song-song voice. I walked into the room with a group of makeup artists.I don't know what she was up to. I haven't left the room since the morning because they won't let me. It's been a week since she came over to visit, and we have been hanging out a lot lately. She and Alexander helped keep me company whenever Giovanni wasn't around.But today I had no idea what was going on. When I woke up this morning, Giovanni's side of the bed was empty, and before I could step out of the room, I saw Alfred standing outside the door. He refused to let me pass, saying he was ordered to keep me inside the room for a few hours, which turned into a whole day because it was five in the evening.Anything I needed, be it breakfast or lunch, was brought up here by a maid. I tried calling Giovanni, but he wouldn't pick up any of my calls, and now Vicky was trying to set me up. But for what exactly?" What is going on?" I asked. Vicky shrugged, not re
The water trickled down my hair to my shoulders and back in the same manner. I washed away the vanilla scented soap off my hair as it stuck to my body. After turning the water off, I stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my body. Things have been going smoothly for a month since I was discharged from the hospital.I stand in front of the mirror, wiping off the fog from it to get a better look at my reflection. I looked at the tiny, hardly visible scar on my forehead andYou could hardly see it except if you were close to me, and my hair plays a major part in covering it up.I walked out of the bathroom and to the closet, looking for a comfortable shirt to put on. It was in the afternoon, and I had already had my lunch. After dressing up, I walked out of the closet to the bed to lie on it. I took out my phone and went through my message box, replying to the messages sent by my mom and brother.I chatted with my mom for some time before she went offline since she had to
Royalty's Pov.My head was aching, and my ears were ringing. I started to move my head slowly. It was still a pain to move. I could hear the voices of someone talking, but not too clearly. I opened my eyes just to shut them back down due to the sun sipping in. I took in a deep breath before opening it again, looking around the room, trying to figure out where I was.The image of the accident replayed in my head. I immediately placed my hand on my tummy. I looked to my side to see Giovanni's familiar dark hair, which seemed to have grown on the bed beside me, while his body was on a chair. He looked fast asleep.I moved my hand slowly, lifting it up to his hair, running my fingers through it, and he groaned in satisfaction." Giovanni," I said, but it was barely a whisper, making it difficult for him to hear. I used my tongue to wet my dried lips before trying again. " Giovanni."His head snapped up so fast, I was surprised it was still attached to his neck. His eyes showed how shocked
2015- Feb-7ROY'S POV“Are we there yet?” I ask again for the thousands of hours while still taking in the scenery.Giovanni chuckles at my question, amused by my curiosity. “ Almost.” He says he is still not going into details as to where he was taking me.He had only told me he wanted to show me something but wouldn’t tell me what it was, despite the fact that we had been driving for at least two hours.We travelled further until we arrived in front of a mansion. The view was breath-taking. I couldn’t stop gazing at the castle-like estate as we pulled up to the house and entered the foyer. We both got out of the car, making our way into the house, and I was once again blown away by the view of the living room. It was beyond lovely. Floor-to-ceiling windows were present. The fireplace and the wall both convey grandeur.“Why are we here?” I ask before I get carried away by my own fantasy.I notice the wooden floor planks have been arranged in a herringbone pattern, which gives the wh
2014-August-23My eyes flutter up, straining at the door, when I notice a shadow lurking outside of it. I got up with a start, wondering if someone had broken in. My parents aren’t at home, and my brother was over at his girlfriend’s place, leaving me alone.Well, not technically alone, since the house was crowded with securities, which was all the more reason to be frightened. How had this person passed through the securities and gotten right at my door?Looking around, I picked up the lamp from beside the bed, slowly making my way to my door, but before I got there, the door knob twisted, and the door opened. I saw a figure walking in and was about to let out a scream when I was able to make out who it was standing in front of me. Giovanni.What is he doing here?How did he get in?“I’m guessing that is for me.” A deep voice asks as the door clicks shut.Since our little escape at the party a month ago, we haven’t spoken much, although he always acknowledges me when we pass each ot
Standing enthralled with the man in front of me once more, I could not resist his allure and pull. I stood there admiring his broad shoulders and his back to me.The shirt he had on was snug across his broad back as he leans down and rests his forearms on the stone balustrade in the little walk-way path. There is a white cloud of cigarette smoke that rises and is carried away by the wind, but some of it hangs around him, seemingly unwilling to go.I could spend the entire night watching his back, but now is the moment to act. That’s what I’m here for. I can't back down now. I move in closer, making a loud sound as my heels strike the grey slate flooring. My legs feel unsteady, and my heart is pounding almost as loudly. However, I am capable of doing this.I just wanted to say hello. It is not that critical. I force myself to swallow my anxiety and say the first thing that occurs to me, understanding that I need a reason to be here in the first place. "Hello," I murmur. “Can you spa
The heavens!.Giovanni Reeves was even hotter than I remembered him to be.I mean, he’s always had good looks. He’s tall and dark, and he’s quiet in a way that makes him seem intriguing—like he’s got a lot of mysterious things buried inside, just waiting to be released.I’ve always wanted to be the person he shares his hidden thoughts with. That would be such a privilege.I still yearn for that privilege now.He’s older now, obviously. He was eighteen and fresh out of high school the last time I saw him, which had been five years ago. And now seeing him again stirs my heart in a way I never knew possible.I can’t pinpoint exactly which parts of his face have changed because he looks exactly the way he always has, and yet he somehow appears different. More mature. More dignified.His voice has grown deeper, as I realised as I watched him greet a couple of friends.He definitely looks like he belongs under the spotlight, with his solid figure, his strong jaw, and his high cheekbones.Bu