He slumped on the sofa wearily. With a legendary confidence, Don had made inside his office on time, seven in the morning. However after only couple of hours of dragged dedication, the lack of sleep had caught up with him speedily.After dismissing several meetings from the schedule and dodging Enzo's several attempts at enquiring how she had exactly found her way to their destination, he had managed to fit on the not exactly comfortable sofa in his office. Never had the brown temptation ever managed to lure him into a nap, but as it happened so, it had come to use after an entire night sleep's sacrifice.His legs hung outside the edge lifelessly, his height making the couch-of-three seem too short for himself. His hands folded on his chest as he napped like a mummy inside the coffin, facing the ceiling.Alas his peace concluded too short when the door to his office was aggressively opened. Though cautious in sleep, he felt too tired to open his eyes, hoping that that the intruder was
Little mam of the house, addressed as Inaya otherwise enjoyed the fresh air by the passenger seat, moving disinterestingly on the songs claimed as her favourite.Originally Enzo and Sia were supposed to travel from a different car. But since Don considered he might need the assistance of Enzo and Tara would require Sia's, the entire car was crammed with five people with their own forms of awkward silences, except for the little girl who didn't give a flying care for the obvious discomfort of the people who seemed to have some secret grudges against each other.Tara sat exactly between Sia and Enzo on the backseat. Regardless of how earnestly she loved the luxury of window seat, Donavan had specifically made her seat in between them. It wasn't hard to guess that he disliked the relation between the two, but was kind enough (thanks to the courtesy of his unusually dangerous wife) that he didn't take difficult steps to stop them. Neither was he, for the time being, afraid of the proximit
Donavan returned with brows furrowed, shirt crumpled and a tie loosened. It was already midnight. He opened few doors to guess which room Tara would be in, and after several failed attempts, he realised how dumb could he be. Of course she had chosen a sea view. She was half asleep by Ina's side, her hand inadvertently resting on the full tummy of little baby, patting the snoring child. Even though he had ensured minimum noise, she abruptly woke up when he came, looking at him with no intention to speak. They both stayed in their places for moments, watching each other breathe in the dark, then he quietly excused himself to washroom without another word. When he came out, he was only wearing track pant and tank top. This time, despite being aware of her gaze he left the room, softly jogging downstairs. Much to his surprise she followed him into the kitchen, as he pulled the leftover Lasagna from the fridge and pushed it inside the oven. She watched him eat, resting her chin on her
"Where are we going?""You'll see" "How do we always end up staying all night?" He chuckled, inside his odd looking pajamas and unnecessarily expensive watch, holding the steering wheel in both of his hands, swiftly taking turns without the guidance of GPS. "It's not funny, I am wearing a fucking nightgown" He laughed again, this time giving her an eye, unbothered by her attire. "You know you look beautiful" "That's what you always say" she said keeping her eyes on the dark, gothic road spanned by dense jungles. She should have felt scared, perhaps of a dangerous creature looking for a prey, but she wasn't. She didn't know why."Come on, I don't say it often" he acted defensive, the mischievous smile far from leaving his face. "You do" she argued. "When was the last time I said it, tell me" She looked at him, and he, at her. "Now" she said."What?""Now you said I look beautiful""Do I need to look for an ear doctor Mrs. Frantino?"She shifted in her seat, suppressing her sm
"I want to drive" he heard her saying after feeling her gaze on him for minutes. There was something different about her looking at him that just wasn't the same as him watching her, and it warmed him when her gaze swept over him, the same feeling he'd get under the thick covers on a stormy, freezing night. "No" he didn't say more, not feeling the need to. He didn't trust her driving, she hadn't exactly given him the best ride of his life last time that she would drive gracefully this time. Not to mention he didn't want to waste time giving her a driving lesson when he could drive with the record speed to home. Great chunk of the night was already gone and he wanted to make the most of remaining. The throbbing flesh under his pants could not agree more. The reminder of a meeting at eight in the morning stung him painfully, only making his leg on the accelerator press harder, the time seeping faster than he liked it too. "Please" he heard her teasing voice, but did not respond. She
Sun rays percolated through the gaps between floor touching drapes, creating a stripped pattern on the covered naked humans spread on bed, staring at each other as if there was nothing else worth watching in the world.Her leg somehow wrapped around his body as she remained spread across him, her breasts crushed on his chest, her neck strained to watch him watching her. Her hand inadvertently played with little hair on his chest, pulling them without intending pain."Did I ride well Mister Frantino?" she giggled, watching a smile of his own spreading on his hard and flexible features."You rode just fine" his morning voice stirred a part of her that should have been exhausted after an exercise of hours.The riding part they discussed did not concern any sort of vehicle."Just fine?" she hit his chest with all the energy she could muster from her lethargic state, creating only a tapping sensation on his hard muscles."Amazing, I meant amazing!" he laughed, giving into admiring expectat
"Hey" Enzo coughed hysterically when he looked back towards the source of the feminine voice, finding his donna's cheerful smile that had almost cost him his life. He concluded that his five minutes of peace in garden with his cigar was ruined, and now nothing could change it. He immediately started walking away not needing to be reminded of Don's possessivity for her. She only screamed trouble to him. "Wait" she jogged behind him as he nothing less than ran in the opposite direction, willing to avoid her at all costs. It had not been two days since they had returned to Frantino mansion in Italy and she had already started to act like herself again. She was cheery and outspoken and all of the things that he had rarely seen her as ever since her return. It wasn't his job to by mystified, it was only to observe and move on, yet he couldn't but secretly feel joyful for her, for once not regretting bringing her back to Don. He also could not ignore the fact that the woman was danger
They sat in front of each other. Tara's dwarfness in front of the man highlighted due to the favour of difference in chair heights. The great distance between them employed by the giant table, adoring piles of files only increased her hesitance. She looked awkwardly up to Enzo and attempted a smile who did not return the gesture, vividly aware of Don's presence and very much in love with his life. Don went through the papers, reading way faster than Tara had imagined. He must be used to reading official papers, Tara thought, forcing herself to think that Don would be pleased to find the contents as much as she was.By the time he reached the last page, only ten minutes had passed. She ghastly realised that the word-to-word document had taken her seven days to draft with the help of her fast typing assistant (Enzo). Her efforts were now reduced to ten minutes of reading. Somewhere, unnecessarily, it hurt her. Originally, she did not think she needed anyone's help. She had no doubt