"I know something is bothering you, so just spit it out." Sammy sighs and puts the textbook she was holding down on the kitchen counter. "I'm worried about you, okay?" She says softly. I can't exactly blame her for feeling the way she does. I'm worried about myself. If whoever can run Dario off the road, gets into the apartment to get a message across, what else are they not capable of doing? What if someone hurts Phoebe or Sammy? All for some stupid business deal? I don't know if I should be mad or impressed with Alessandro right now. He knows what he wants and goes after it. "I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself." Yeah, I don't know how much I believe those words after my freak-out last night. It had nothing to do with the guy either, but everything about me not having control over the situation. I've been asking myself if all of this is worth it just to be with Alessandro. And the answer is yes. Damn him! I would rather feel alive and in danger than go back t
I'm dancing and laughing with Sammy, and I'm slightly tipsy. The type of tipsy where you would make bad decisions like Phoebe would say. The latter is working the room as if she's already an employee at The Phoenix, being her charming self. Maybe Sammy and I should have done this a long time ago. The mix of alcohol, music, and bodies gyrating to the beat is oddly stress-relieving. Those nights we were so holed up in our tiny apartment should have been spent club-hopping and dancing our worries away. Or it's just a great remedy for running away. I feel him before I see him, that electrifying shiver that runs up my spine when he looks at me is present. I don't bother looking where he is because I know he will find me. He finds me even if I don't want to be found. I'm pissed off at him, too. Not even a fucking text message to make sure I'm okay. After he just spoke some bullshit about us getting married. I know nothing about relationships, but I know that is not how you would treat
Tame me! What the fuck am I? A horse? I'm out of the car before it even stops properly and I go for the garage door, but I'm too late to escape as the door rolls close faster than my heels can carry me. I stomp towards the elevator and press the button angrily. I'll just go up and then leave through the front door instead. I may want Alessandro more than I crave my next breath, but I'm tired of playing his stupid games. Maybe he thought he could change me into a docile little lady that waits for her man to get home from whatever adventure he's been on. Maybe he should have rather stuck with Raquel then because I'm certainly never going to do that. It's not too late to change his mind either. Any fool with two eyes can see that Raquel is completely smitten with him, I'm sure she'd drop Dario with a click of Alessandro's fingers. Not that Dario is even remotely interested in her either. Poor girl doesn't know what the hell she's getting herself into with these Moretti men.
I don't know how long Alessandro and I lay like that afterward, with him still inside me, still pulsating and me still quivering. I've probably torn some of his hair from his scalp. I cry out when he eventually withdraws from me, but he hushes me and kisses me slow, soft butterfly kisses down my neck and collarbone, over my shoulder to my upper arm. "I'm sorry it had to hurt." He whispers in my ear. "Yeah, I don't think I'm gonna do that again." It was both brilliant and petrifying. He lifts his head to look down at me with a playful smirk. "Oh, we're definitely doing that again." He kisses me on the nose. "And again." Then a soft kiss on my lips. "And again." An endearing kiss on my forehead. "And again." He pushes himself up on his arms and then pulls me up too, a meek protest leaving me. "I made you all dirty, now I have to clean you up." I am dirty indeed, my thighs are completely wet, so I let him carry me into the bathroom and straight into the shower, dozens of
"Hi, stranger!" Kevin smiles warmly down at me where I'm sitting on a bench, catching the last rays of the fall sun. "I haven't seen you in a while!" He takes the empty seat next to me and I smile, wondering if I'll receive a text from Alessandro warning me again. "Yeah, I had some things going on." He frowns. "Everything okay?" I don't exactly know the answer to that. First of all, I'm not a virgin anymore, and even five days later, I'm still feeling the effects of that. Alessandro seems to always be busy, I don't really see him apart from him getting into bed with me way after I fell asleep, only for him to leave early morning again. Sammy is completely smitten with Evan, he is all she talks about, she got the internship so she's never around either. And Phoebe started working in the club, so in the afternoons she goes to meetings and then to work in the evening. She's sleeping the rest of the time, so I've been left to my own devices, which is okay because I can focus on
I look like a certified fucking cheerleader. There's a ribbon in my hair, I'm pretty sure I didn't even wear a ribbon when I was a toddler. "This is so exciting!" Phoebe is practically jumping with energy as we're standing in line at the ticket box. "I haven't been to a game since high school." That makes me feel slightly better for wearing the stupid outfit I'm sporting. This was the goal, to make Phoebe feel better, although her life seems pretty great nowadays. We get our tickets and Phoebe makes us stand in the concession line to get snacks. Now I know why I don't like fucking sports, the stadiums are always crowded, I wonder if these people go to their classes with the same vigor. "Oh my god, sissy! We've got the best seats in the house!" Phoebe beams when we make our way to our seats. "Did you give this guy a blowjob when you tutored him?" I hope nobody heard that. I have to say the atmosphere is electric in the stadium, our side is covered in red and white, and people are
Alessandro is not answering my texts or picking up his phone. My nerves are going through the roof with every second that passes that I don't hear from him. After what happened with Dario and the intruder in the apartment, I'm worried sick if he's okay or not. Enzo isn't saying a word. He just informed us he'll be staying the night and is now softly snoring on the couch. Sammy threw a blanket over his too-big-for-the-couch body. "Isn't the role of a bodyguard to guard us and not sleep?" Phoebe pours herself another glass of wine. "I still can't get a hold of anyone at the freaking club, I checked news sites, but there's nothing!" I check the time on my phone. It's now almost two am, and still no word from Alessandro. My knee jumps in anxiety. "Evan doesn't know anything either." Sammy holds her glass out to Phoebe. "I'm surprised you're even home." I raise my eyebrows at her. She blushes and pushes her glasses up her nose in a way that makes me know she's nervous. "I just thou
Alessandro Moretti has a lot of surprises up his sleeve. I've heard a lot of stories about men succumbing to weaknesses and how sex makes them lose focus. But not Alessandro Moretti. He must have the will of steel, because he's been torturing me in bed every single night without giving me what I want, satisfying me by making me come, but denying me the ultimate pleasure of himself. All so I can move in with him. He withholds to receive the ultimate prize. It's fucking brilliant because I'm ten seconds from throwing my meager belongings in a bag and begging him to move in with him. "Your sister hasn't texted me back." I almost offer Kevin my coffee just to cheer him up. Almost, but I don't, because I'm extremely sexually frustrated and in need of all the help I can get. "You texted her?" I ask dumbly. I know he texted her because she came running out of her bedroom screaming like a banshee, letting the whole house know. "Yeah, like Saturday morning already." He looks dumbfound