Riana felt her body tremble at Allan’s anger. She fought the urge to stand up and run after him as he stomped away. She’d never seen such anger in his eyes before and the fear of rejection kept her where she was. She didn’t even turn around to watch him leave.
She just sat there, with her head bent and her shaking hands in fists on her lap. She hadn’t meant to offend him, she just found his line of work and what it did to people inexcusable and had hoped what Loraine said wasn’t entirely true.
But when she’d practically called him a vulture feeding a pack of hyenas and he’d responded with ‘it’s nothing personal just business’ something inside her just snapped. She had been one of those families that were left stranded when the textile factory her mother worked at was taken apart. Allan may not have had anything to do with it, but from the cold way he’d said ‘it’s nothing personal just busines
Allan sat in the cabin, his work papers spread out in front of him. He’d purposefully began working the moment he settled on the train so when she came in, she wouldn’t bother him. He was still angry with her and he wanted her to know it. But it was useless considering he’d been unable to concentrate on anything but Riana since he abandoned her at the restaurant.The woman was a sickness and it annoyed him how she filled his every thought when she wasn’t close by; when he couldn’t touch her, kiss her, running his hands over her soft skin as he prepared her body for his possession. The need for her was only worse now that they were angry at each other. He wanted to make love to her and punish her while doing so.Hold up! Have sex, not make love! Where the hell did that come from?You only make love to someone you love and he didn’t love her. Did he? The vendor’s words came back to haunt him. What had he seen that Allan ha
Alan bit his lips shut to hold back the laugh threatening to bubble out and nodded. No one had ever called him misguided either. He should be offended, but it was too darn funny how she tried to find the good in him after pointing out his faults.“First you question my integrity then call my career, my family’s seventy year old business mind you, a misguided choice.”She shrugged. “Just because it is a seventy year old family practice doesn’t mean it’s the right choice. I understand that you might not have had a choice, but had to take the reins from your father, probably because you are the first-born son and he wanted to retire to a tropical island with your mother, which is something a couple their age should do. I mean, they’d given a lot of years to—”Allan kissed her to shut her up. It was nice to hear her rambling again and ever better to feel her lips against his. But they needed to clear the air befo
Riana thought she would die from all the excitement as they hopped onto another train to Naples. Siena, Florence, Bologna, Milan, and Turin had been beyond wonderful. Not forgetting Vatican City, which was amazing. Allan had flown them back to Rome when she’d asked to go there.Allan had become more attentive, something she never thought possible.He kissed her a lot more, held and kept touching her all the time. When they toured the cities, he always had his hand clasped around hers, always kissing her hand and hugging it to his chest whenever they stopped to speak to a vendor or other tourists. And the best part was, he hadn’t checked his phone for a hundred times. It sat in hidden pocket, lonely, for once!Riana thought he was so attentive because he still felt guilty for leaving her alone and making her cry, but she didn’t care. She liked being the object of his attention and was going to relish it before work filled his mind again.
Allan watched Riana as they walked down the beach. She looked beautiful and very full of life as she played in the water. She dodged the waves with a squeal, her face lighting up when she laughed. It was hard not to laugh with her—her mood was infectious. That and the few glasses of wine they’d consumed. No one went to Naples and left without tasting most, if not all, of the wine it offered and of course carrying some bottles along with them. Riana loved wine. She was no coinsurer but she knew enough to get by. By the time she’d had her fifth glass, she was laughing giddily like a child on a sugar high. Kind of like now. Allan chuckled and shook his head as he watched her jump the tiny wave. They’d finished with the train leg of their trip and Allan made sure she enjoyed her days touring, forcefully buying everything that made her eyes twinkle. Her nights were wined and dined followed with a bout of lovemaking that lasted to the early hours of the day. She wasn’t too amused to find
“Then, when I was twelve, the textile company was shut down. It was sold to someone who took it apart and sold it off like car parts. Three thousand workers were left jobless. My mom didn’t want us to move to the projects, so she worked three jobs to pay the rent and utilities and my brother worked after school to put food on the table. For two years I was practically alone. I hated those two years.”She quickly swiped at the wetness on her cheek and smiled. “But things got better. Reno went to community college and I finished high school and found a job to help my mom. She wanted me to join Reno, but I wanted to stay home and take care of her for a change.”Allan felt like there was more to it, but he wasn’t going to push it. It made him feel helpless when she cried and he didn’t like that. “How did you get to NYU?”She chuckled. “There was this art contest going on and I did an abstract painting of my
Allan listened and watched Riana, remembering the one night weeks ago he walked into their hotel room to find a box of condoms on his side of the nightstand. He’d been confused by it. He knew she liked making love—no, having sex—with no barrier between them, so what brought on the change?“Riana,” he’d called out to her.“Yup,” she then walked out of the bathroom in her lace underwear and his heart picked up the pace. He was never going to get used to seeing her naked without his cock immediately appreciating her with a tight, very painful salute.At least they hadn’t been at the beach. He smirked at the memory.A few days before that, when she’d shed off the pool dress to expose a swimsuit held together with string and barely any fabric in between, he became worse than a horny teenager. Without a word, he’d dragged her behind some rocks, pulled the strings to release her wonderful
Riana sat nervously at the doctor’s office. The tapping noise was the only thing she could time herself off of to keep her breathing steady. In just a few minutes it’s all about to come crushing down around my ears. She spared a cautious look at the cool, reserved man sitting next to her, fiddling with his Blackberry. Allan had insisted on coming with her and it worsened her anxiety as her suspicion grew. Please don’t let me be pregnant! Please don’t let me be pregnant! Allan grabbed her knee and squeezed. She turned the same time he did. But instead of the frightened kitten look she was sure she was giving him, he looked calm and confident his lips pulled in a slight smile. “Stop that. There is nothing to worry about.” “Stop what?” she croaked. He chuckled. “The tapping of your foot.” So that’s what it was. And now he wanted her to stop the one thing that was keeping her from having a pa
The doctor cleared his throat and glanced at her before turning to Allan. “Signore, your moglie—”“She’s not my wife,” Allan quickly corrected.She’d heard that word before so many times and Allan always flinched, followed by a tight smile. But he never told her what it meant. Now she knew and Riana felt like she’d been hit with a sledge hammer in her chest.After a long silence the doctor went on. “Scusi, the signorina has a case of food poisoning. I would like to put her on a hydrating drip because of all the water she lost from vomiting.”“That’s it?” Allan sounded relieved which only saddened Riana. He sounded like he’d dodged a bullet. Had he really thought she was pregnant?“Si, Signore.”Allan stood, pulling her with him. “We’ll just check into a hotel then I’ll bring her back.”That would be a bad idea. The way she was feeling, she couldn’t be alone with Allan, not yet.“No. Why don’t you do that and I’ll stay here. It will probably take an hour and then you can just pick me u
“Are you okay?” Allan asked for the hundredth time that night as she crawled into bed next to him. She nodded, placing her hand on Aurora’s back as she slept on her father’s chest. God, she came so close to not having this… Riana took a deep breath to ward off another bout of crying. She had cried for what felt like hours, seeing Aurora and Allan go through her memory album. Allan laid his hand over hers on Aurora’s back. “I don’t think I’ll be able to thank you enough for what you did. Aurora would have known me if I had—” “Don’t say it,” she interrupted. “Let’s just treasure this moment with our daughter.” She placed her head on his shoulder, close to Aurora’s. “She looks so beautiful and innocent when she’s asleep you wouldn’t believe she is as destructive as a bulldozer!” Riana chuckled. “Well, I’m still not convinced,” Allan commented defensively. Riana smiled. He was going to defend Aurora no matter what. She loved him for that. Loraine had brought her laptop with ‘the
Allan felt the familiar lump in his throat at her emotional whisper. Melody’s smile wobbled, tears running unrestricted down her cheeks.Allan wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him. She pressed her face into his shoulder, her hand fisted in his shirt as she sobbed quietly.“I’m so sorry I put you through hell, Melody. I didn’t mean to. I just…life just didn’t seem worth living without Riana and Aurora and I know that’s selfish to you because it used to be you and me…but…God, Melody I don’t know how to explain it!”She pulled her head back, exposing her face. She smiled at him as she wiped her cheeks dry. “I understand. Remember dad?”Allan let out a shaky sigh. “Yeah. I finally understand.”Riana placed her hand over Melody’s on his chest. “Still. We are really sorry to have put you through…all of it. You too, Loraine.”Loraine waved the apology away and sat down on the carpeted floor across from them. “Hey, as long as my best friend isn’t depressed anymore, I’m co
The word fear wasn’t enough to describe the flood of terror that filled him when he saw her.He looked into the big brown eyes that stared up at him and listened to her shrilly giggles that filled him, pushing the fear out as she jumped up and down.“She’s beautiful,” he whispered as he watched her chant ‘daddy’ in a singsong voice as she danced around, her unruly, curly, black bob of hair moving with her.She seemed fascinated by how her hair moved around her head, covering her face when she paused, her head turned to the side. It reminded him of how Riana used to dance around, her hair flying all over her face until it completely blinded her. She would trip over her feet and Allan always had to stay alert to catch her before her ass touched the ground.She looked so much like Riana—happy and carefree.He was amazed by the instant love he felt for his daughter. Since the moment he’d known about her he’d loved her, but it stunned him how hard the emotion hit him when he saw her and he
Riana couldn’t stop laughing.“Will you quit it?”Riana knew he was getting irate with her but she just couldn’t stop laughing. Getting his hair cut and shaving his beard were understandable. In fact, they were a necessity. But what she didn’t get was his insistence to wear a suit and get all fashioned up like he was going to a business meeting and not to meet his daughter.It took a lot of convincing, but she got him to dress in jeans and a black T-shirt. After she warned him of Aurora messing up his suit with sticky fingers and food, he thought it best not to wear white.She borrowed some of Melody’s clothes, hoping that she really wouldn’t mind—as Allan had promised—and also stayed away from the whites.He looked even more anxious and pale standing at her door than on their trip to her apartment.The moment the sun was up they had left the hotel and went to his apartment. The first thi
“She’s the one who told me you were dead. She said it was my fault and I should be the one who died.”Allan felt his temper flare. “You mean to tell me that Theresa knew you were alive and said nothing about it!”Riana stopped crying. “Why would she think I was dead?”“Because before Dante corrected the media, the report was that there were two casualties in the yacht. You and me,” he bit out through clenched teeth.The moment he saw Theresa he was going to ring her neck!All this time, she could have ended his suffering. True, he’d asked Dante not to tell the media he was still alive until he felt he was ready to face the world—which was supposed to be never—but Matthew and Melody knew he was alive. And somehow Theresa had found out, too. She had tried to go to Italy to be with him just a month after the explosion and that’s when he bought a new yacht and sailed as far a
Allan hugged Riana closer to him. They had spent most of the night and into the early hours of the morning making love. Now they just laid together in companionable silence, each of them lost in their thoughts. But Allan could bet they were thinking of the same thing—each other and how lucky they were to have this second chance. Many people begged and prayed for a chance like this and never got it. He was never going to take her for granted ever again. Allan moved to hold Riana more comfortably against him as he battled sleep. He smiled at Riana’s declaration to never ever go to sleep again in fear he might disappear. Silly, yes, but he understood her perfectly. He loved the feel of her warm skin against his, her fingers trailing lazily on his chest as she made small content sighs and mumbled incoherent words under her breathe. Two and a half years he’d gone without this. He was learning to appreciate the saying ‘you don’t know what you have until you lose it’. He wasn’t going to l
She never got a chance to finish. Allan pressed his lips against hers in a hungry kiss, his hands moving the rest of the dress up to her torso.Riana arched up on instinct trying to get closer. He pulled away, yanked the dress over her head before he descended on her again, his hands everywhere, touching, groping, teasing hungrily like a man starved. Her body responded to his touch in a way she never thought possible again.Tired of feeling cloth against her skin, she quickly undid the buttons to his shirt. Having an active twenty month old required her to work fast, especially when dressing and undressing her.Once all the buttons were undone, Allan helped pull the shirt off, while Riana moved to his pants. That only took two seconds to undo and one more second to push it and his boxers down to his ankles so that he could kick them off.Allan pulled away and looked at her, stunned. “That was fast. Where did you—”“Aha
Allan laid Riana’s limp body on the bed, his eyes riveted on her face. She looked too peaceful, in fact. He had to press her chest against his on their way up to the suite just to feel her breathe and make sure she was unconscious and not dead.He took off her shoes, and then proceeded to take off his own including his jacket and tie before he joined her on the bed.He touched her face lightly, tracing its structure with his fingers. He wanted to make sure it really was her. Not a clone, or a look-alike, or a figment of his imagination. That Riana was really alive, here, lying in his arms, unconscious from the shock.Where had she been for the last two and a half years? What had she been up to? He knew why she thought he was dead but…how was it she was still alive?He pushed up on his elbow, supporting his head in his hand as he leaned down over Riana, moving so close he could make a perfect shade for her body.How did she escape A
Why this hotel?Riana ran her hands nervously down her dress as she did her labor breathing. It didn’t work any better than when she was having Aurora.Loraine grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “Just relax, Riana. You’ll just speak to Melody and then we’ll leave.”Riana turned to her friend. The last time they were here they were in uniform, and now they were dressed like they belonged. Riana was dressed in the exact same way the first night she went to dinner with Allan, right down to how she styled her hair.Loraine borrowed the green, figure hugging, knee high dress Riana had worn to the restaurant at the beach when they were in Bari. They’d walked in the water that night, and it was the first time she’d convinced Allan to do something he would not normally do.He had taken off his shoes, jacket and tie, rolled up his pant legs, and wadded in the water with her. She couldn’t remember what