Alexander and I spent most of our time watching Marvel superhero movies, while Giovanni was in his office going through some documents. He left right after watching the Hulk with us.But we soon got tired of watching movies and decided to play a game instead."Okay, what do you want to do?" I asked Alexander."Can we play tags?" he replied, and at that moment, Giovanni came to view."What are you guys doing, and are you done with your movie marathon?" He asked curiously."We are about to play tag, dad," Alexander answered."Who's going first?" I asked them."Me, me!" Alexander exclaimed."All right, Alex, let's start the count," Giovanni said, like he was talking to a soldier.Alexander covered his eyes with his tiny hands and started counting. Giovanni rushes off to God knows where. I hated the fact that he had a head start on me.Damn my competitive spirit.I searched around looking for a place to hide but couldn't find a proper place to hide in the living room. I ran upstairs to th
I dabbed a fresh layer of gloss on my lips, and my fingers smoothed down my black knee-length gown. It was the following week, and after much consideration, which had to do with Vicky breathing down my neck, I decided to hang out with her and a couple of our friends. Some of which I wasn’t really close with.Either way, I decided to come, knowing there was no way I could escape this. Besides, it didn’t sound so bad to have a bit of fun, hang out with a few familiar faces, and maybe have a couple drinks or two.I gave my last look at my reflection through the side mirror of the car before making my way to the restaurant.I was greeted with an amazing view as soon as I arrived. The walls' distinctive texture creates a seamless yet elegant appearance. It feels nearly like I'm in a well-known Italian building. It seems natural because of the vinyl plants that cling loosely to the walls. The floor under me is coated with marble, giving the restaurant a crisp yet inviting look. There was me
After Giovanni came, we spent another hour at the restaurant before making our way to the club, Rovina. It happens to be one of the most expensive and famous clubs in the vicinity.And as much as I wanted to end our gathering at the restaurant and just call it a night, they all refused, urging both Giovanni and me to follow them to a club and maybe spend an hour or two. So we had no choice but to give in to their demands.The night carried on with a lot of drinks and laughter flowing around in the VIP section of the club. Everybody seems to be having a good time, while I was trying to keep myself from grabbing onto Claire’s hair and dragging her across the floor of the club.Through the cause of Giovanni’s arrival, she had been not so subtly trying to throw herself at him—not that he gave her any form of attention, but he did nothing to stop her attempt, which irked me.My attention shifted to Vicky when she got up with a couple of friends, pulling me up from my seat as well, before d
Giovanni’s pov. My attention was on Royalty, even when she had been dragged to the dance floor by Vicky. I watched with unwavering eyes the way her body moved to the beat of the song, drinking in how insanely sexy she was. My eyes are feasting on every move she makes, sending sparks of pleasure down my groin.I watched as Royalty moved back, stumbling into the person behind her. My eyes trailed up from her, and my jaw clenched when it landed on a man I knew all too well.They both converse with each other, and that sleazy bastard seemed to be telling her something. He leans down, whispering something into her ear, and she grins up at him. And I can’t help but wonder what he said to her. What did he say to earn her laughter?I hated the look in his eyes; I hated the longing and want. I hated how his gaze moved up and down her body in a way that irked me, and I hated that she so easily laughed at whatever he was saying without having known him for long.My gaze remained on her smile.
ROYALTY’S POV.Giovanni held my hand tightly as we walked into a door leading down a corridor. His face was void of emotion, making it hard for me to know what he was thinking."Where are you taking me? Are we even allowed to be here?"He smiles at me as he steps into an office illuminated by the full moon above us. “I own the club, Amore. So I have every right to go where I want to go.”Why am I not even surprised?Was there anything the Reeves family didn't own?I didn’t have the time to take in the scenery of the room; my focus remained on the man in front of me. “What are we doing here?” I ask, my heart racing.Giovanni smiles humourlessly and steps closer, making me retreat until my back hits a wall. He places his arms on either side of me, caging me in. The way he looks at me makes my heart race, and tonight, more than ever, I wish I could read the thoughts he keeps behind lock and key."Stay away from that sleazy bastard." He grits out, and I didn’t need a genie to know who he
It has been about a month since the party and what happened between Giovanni and me, and things between the both of us have been somewhat steady, if you don’t count his sneaky sexual remarks and our unnecessary childish banter. Then it's all good to go. Apart from that, you could say we have become closer than before with each passing day. Some days we have our breakfast and dinner together, and some days he leaves early for work or arrives home late.Anyway, it has been a month, and Alfred was driving me over to my parents place. It's been a long time since I saw them, and I miss them. I know the company is doing well now because Giovanni told me so.An hour later, we were driving through the gate of the house I grew up in. I had always asked my parents why they spent so much money building such a big house, but as usual, my dad had to live up to his status.I knocked on the door, and one of the housekeepers opened, telling me my dad was at his office and my mom was at the library.
When I woke up, it was still pitch black. I turned to look at the clock on my bed stand and saw that it was 12:30 a.m. I stretched my hand gently, trying not to wake Alexander, while attempting to take the bottled water beside the clock, only to find it empty.Great!I guess I will have to go down to the kitchen to get another bottle of water.I removed Alexander's head that was resting on one of my arms and placed it on the pillow, getting up from the bed before proceeding to go down to the kitchen. I made my way to where the fridge was, pulling it open, when a voice spoke from behind me."I want one too."I jumped and spun around. "Oh my God, Giovanni, you scared the shit out of me. Can you not do that? The last thing I want is to die from a heart attack." I said, glaring at him, before my eyes settled fully on his appearance and I gulped.My stomach churned at the sight of him. He was shirtless and was only wearing a sweater pant that was below his waist. My eyes drifted to his per
"Hold on, I can't..." Giovanni stared down at me, not even perspiring yet, while I was panting, struggling to take a deep breath. " Time out. Right now, I’m way past my limit.” "You have such low stamina," He shakes his head, and assisted me in getting up from the spot where I had fallen into the treadmill.Giovanni gave me a bottle of water, which I gulp down and fill up."You didn't even last fifteen minutes."My shoulders were still heaving when I stared up at him after drinking the entire contents of the water bottle."Although this might come as a major shock to you Giovanni, we can't all be as fit as you.."He gives me one of his often seen smiles and holds up his water bottle as though he were toasting. He then moved to where I was on the machine and got to work like a leopard cat on ecstasy after a minute. "Body-wise, there is no problem with your fitness," he gasped. "But the inability to match my pace will pose a disadvantage later on." "For what?" Giovanni turned to look
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