I smile as I open my eyes, my head resting on hard, muscled flesh, yet I'm extremely comfortable. The familiar tattoos greet me, and I can't help but run my hands over the smooth expanse of Alessandro's chest. I lift my eyes and see he's already awake and watching me, and I feel myself blushing at the memory of last night. "Keep that up and you might get fucked again." He says in a sinfully dark voice and it might have enticed me if I didn't feel extremely sore. He makes a low growl in his chest that sends immediate electricity to my core. Okay, maybe I'm not that sore. But instead of acting on his threat, he gets up and walks around the bed in his glorious nakedness to open a door that I assume leads to the bathroom. I hear the sound of water running, but I'm still feeling extremely lethargic, probably due to jetlag and Alessandro's rough fucking from the night before. I don't even have a clue what day it is now or the exact time. My eyes fall closed, but then I'm peppered wit
The sun is fighting for attention through the cloudy sky of Mykonos. It's not raining, but the air is cool, yet the scenery is still breathtaking. Muscled arms encircle my waist, and I lean back against Alessandro, wishing we can stay here forever wrapped in this cozy cocoon. But knowing Alessandro, he has a world to dominate, forever wanting more power. "When can I go home?" I want to know, looking at the water that stops just a few feet from my boots. The ocean is calm, the waves small. I wonder what it would be like in summer. His arms tighten around me momentarily. "There was a little bit of a war after you left." I screw my eyes shut tightly. "Did people get hurt?" That's a dumb question to ask. Of course people got hurt. Of course people lost their lives while I was safely tucked away in Japan. "I know what you're thinking, and you better stop." Alessandro's breath ghosts over my cheek. "There is nothing I wouldn't do to keep you safe." "And I told you I don't break easi
The diamond on my finger throws a kaleidoscope of light on the ceiling when the early morning light falls on it. I feel like I'm living in a dream. One moment, I'm being hunted by the Russian bratva, and the next, I'm traveling abroad to places I never thought I'd see. And now I'm engaged to the man of my dreams. Was this ever in my life plans? Not by a long shot, but I can't complain as said man is sprawled next to me in all his naked, tattooed glory. He must have gotten hot during the night, probably from me being draped over him, because the covers are thrown off his body and his large cock is laying heavy on his stomach. I've been fucked every which way since I agreed to marry him, and I'm still feeling him everywhere. I should've agreed to move in with him when he first asked, but I was too strung up on how soon it was. Now I couldn't care less if I just met him yesterday or the fact that I'm only twenty-one. I've seen so much shit in my lifetime that most people double my ag
Phoebe slaps me so hard that my head flies to the side, and I cover my burning cheek with my hand. I don't blame her, I disappeared, leaving only a stupid letter. But she's still my sister, and as soon as the shock wears off, she envelopes me in her arms. "You fucking bitch!" She sobs in my ear, her arms tightening. "I've been worried sick about you, and then your man summons me to Greece, I didn't know what was going on." I hug her as tight as she's hugging me. "I'm sorry, I can explain, I swear.""It better be one hell of an explanation!" She warns, and I smile. I missed her even more than I realized. "Why don't we all go out for breakfast?" Alessandro suggests behind me, and Phoebe let's me go. She points her finger accusingly at him. "I'm coming with her so she can get ready. Don't think I didn't hear you going at it like bunnies while I was knocking like an idiot." Alessandro smirks arrogantly, and I roll my eyes at him. I blush as images flood me of what the two of us did
My heart is hammering inside my ribcage in absolute terror and panic. How could I be so stupid? So utterly neglectful? I programmed the next date of my shot into my phone's calendar, which I left at home, and it completely went over my head. I didn't even think about it once. And the amount of sex Alessandro and I've had combined with my shitty luck, Phoebe might be right. His sperm cells are probably trying to get into my eggs right now. "Fuck, what do I do?" I hardly recognize my own voice as I look at Phoebe while worry clouds my mind. Phoebe shrugs as if it's nothing. "You could get the morning after pill, but the longer you wait to take it, the less effective it becomes." We've been fucking non-stop for three days, plus how am I going to explain the morning after pill to Alessandro? I can ask Thomas to take us to a pharmacy, but his instructions are to follow me like a hawk. There's no way he won't tell Alessandro what we were doing at the pharmacy. "But it's worth a try,
I didn't realize how much I've missed the city until I step down from Alessandro's private jet and I inhale the polluted air. I've been to two amazing places, yet the feeling of home envelopes me in this very place I ran to in order to get away from my past. Alessandro's fingers thread through mine, and he looks down at me with the promise of a new life. Excitement unfurls in the pit of my belly. This time will be different. I'm no longer scared to be with him fully, and he's finally willing to let go of what he thought his marriage would be like one day. I might not like the spotlight in which he inevitably lives, but I'd rather have cameras flashing in my face than being hidden away like a dirty secret. And I know we look incredibly mismatched. Alessandro looks stylish without trying in black jeans and a black shirt. He looks classy even after a very long flight. Whereas I'm in my signature hoodie, sweatpants, and sneakers looking like something the cat dragged in. My hair is in
I look at the time on my phone for what must be the twentieth time. Where the hell is Alessandro? After convincing me thay we should see a gynecologist together and sending me the date and time I should be there, he is now a no-show. Maybe it's for the best anyway because he's been hovering around me for the last two days whenever he's at my place as if I'm already pregnant. And according to Phoebe, I was supposed to get my period if that damn pill was successful, and so far nothing has happened. Not even one tiny red spot. But that's not what Google said. Apparently, I'll get my period on schedule or maybe like a week earlier. It doesn't really matter, what matters is, is that I'm in the waiting room of a gynecologist with Thomas as my companion who is languidly browsing through pregnancy magazines. "Planning on getting someone knocked up?" I joke, trying to hide my nerves. "Pregnancy is a beautiful thing." He replies without looking up from whatever it is that he's reading.
The psycho in me calms down immediately, and I dial Phoebe's number. "Sissy!" She answers on the first ring. "What the hell is happening? I was still sleeping when one of Alessandro's men came knocking like the house was on fire!" "Where are you now?" I want to know. "She's with my wife and son in the car behind us." Thomas informs me. I nod at him in the rear view mirror. "I don't know what is happening yet. All I know is, is that Alessandro's parents are missing, so we're probably going to a safe place." "Oh god, what do I tell Kevin?" She screeches. "He's going to freak out!" "Make up a lie if you have to." I sigh. I couldn't care less what she tells Kevin right now. All I care about is that she's safe and sound. I have to talk to Alessandro. I have to hear his voice to know that he's okay. Not okay, but alive, at least. I hang up on Phoebe and try calling Alessandro again. This isn't gonna work if he doesn't let me in on what's happening. Especially if his parents are miss