"Are you sure you don't want to stay?" Gabby asks and I can see where her son gets the puppy dog eyes from. "I have meetings in the morning, Ma." Alessandro holds my coat out for me to put my arms into. "And Farrah has class, maybe some other time." The woman is too sweet, so I smile at her. "Maybe over the holidays? Then I'll have some time off." "Oh, that sounds wonderful!" She beams. "I can't wait." We eventually leave after extended goodbyes, I even get a kiss on the cheek from Antonio. "I have too many questions for you!" I say when we're in the car. "I wouldn't have thought otherwise." Alessandro smiles. Something makes me look in the side mirror when we're out of the estate, and I frown. "I think there's a black car following us." "Yes, it's only Enzo." He confirms. "He didn't follow us when we came here." I frown. "The way you're so observant turns me on." He's trying to deflect from the fact that there's never been someone following him before. "Why i
The mood is different between us than at other times. Usually, we're fighting or arguing about something, we get all hot and bothered and some sexual act happens. Acts I really enjoyed, if I might add. This time there's no arguing. We're not fighting about me talking to another guy or him being too invasive. I don't object when he drives to his place, I send a text to Phoebe and Sammy telling them I won't be coming home tonight. I know exactly what will happen tonight. The black car follows us into Alessandro's private garage, I notice that there's another guy sitting next to Enzo. When they get out, I also notice that he's not remotely as built as Enzo, but there's an evil gleam in his eyes and I wonder who the hell he is. And again, why would Alessandro need extra security? Is his life in danger? What else is he not telling me? I don't ask him, though. Because that will most certainly spoil the peace we're enjoying right now. "My mom likes you." He takes my hand as we walk
I'm shaking, the image of the masked man replaying in my mind over and over again. "We should call the police!" Sammy exclaims to Phoebe, but it's as if her voice is a thousand miles away. "We are not calling the police yet." Phoebe tells her. "Let's just wait until Alessandro gets here, and listen to what he says." "How can you even trust that guy so much? You don't even really know him!" I didn't even do anything. I didn't even reach for my knife, what's wrong with me? I should've put up more of a fight. The door of the apartment flies open and Alessandro storms through, Enzo and Evil Eyes hot on his heels. "What the hell happened?" He barks out. I'm covered in a blanket that Phoebe threw over me, but the shaking won't stop. "Someone was in the apartment." Phoebe tells him. "He was in Farrah's room." Alessandro kneels in front of me and takes my face in his hands. "Baby, are you okay? Did he hurt you?" I just shake my head, my eyes trying to focus on his face, but
"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