LEONARDO'S POVGod knows how long I kept watching her as she prepared tonight's dinner for us. It almost felt like we were a married couple, and she was my wife cooking me dinner after a long day of work. It was strangely... wholesome. The soft glow of the pendant lights above cast a warm ambiance over the room, highlighting the subtle play of emotions on her face as she focused on her task– a creamy mushroom risotto. The aroma of sautéed onions and garlic filled the air, blending with the earthy scent of the Arborio rice.Rosalina's hands moved with practiced precision, her fingers deftly stirring the rice in a pan, a wooden spoon clutched in her hand. Her dark, wavy hair was held up by a hair claw, a few messy strands occasionally falling forward as she leaned over the stove, but she didn't mind it. Her eyes sparkled with the flickering flame beneath the pot.She glanced over her shoulder to look at me, who stared at her from the kitchen island. "You could go watch some TV, instea
ROSALINA'S POVA smile crept up my lips as my phone tinged with a message. I didn't need to read the ID to see who it was. [Leonardo: I'm taking you out for dinner][Me: Are you sure? The debt isn't settled yet.][Leonardo: And I don't want it to either.]Cunning bastard.[Me: You want to keep me owing you?][Leonardo: If that gets you closer to me then yeah.][Leonardo: I'll pick you up after practice.]After our dinner and a session of hot sex in my bed last night, our relationship was more easygoing than before. Of course, I had my occasional outburst whenever he tried to be a tease, but besides that, we enjoyed each other's company more than anything else. "Boyfriend?" My head shot up to look at Liora who leaned against the locker with a knowing expression on her placid face. Was he my boyfriend? I mean, we were in a relationship... sort of..."Kinda," I answered. "Complicated?" "Sort of.""Can I have some water?" Liora asked as she approached me.I passed my water bottle to
LEONARDO'S POVI leaned against the bedroom doorframe, my eyes feasting on the spectacle before me. There she was, a tornado of excitement, pink and glitter, twirling in front of the mirror. She had transformed her bedroom into a war zone of clothes, shoes, and makeup—her once tidy sanctuary had become a glamorous battlefield."Leo, do you think the black stilettos or the white ones?" she asked, her eyes darting between the two pairs of shoes, both with heels that could probably double as medieval torture devices.I scratched my chin thoughtfully, pretending to weigh the options with utmost seriousness. "Well, the black ones say 'I'm here to party,' but the white ones? They scream 'I'm pure as the driven snow but ready to get a little dirty.'"Rosalina burst into laughter, a sound that made my heart do a little happy dance. She held the white stilettos high above her head "I guess the white ones will do."I admired her dedication to creating the perfect look for our dinner date while
ROSALINA'S POVLeo's hand possessively held my waist as he led us to the crowded bar. My last experience with this club had been traumatizing, but I felt a hundred times safer with Leo by my side. I mean, what could go wrong with a man who looked like he could bench-press the DJ booth? As we waded through the ocean of partygoers, a wide variety of dance moves were on display. It was like watching a nature documentary about mating rituals, except with more neon lights and less David Attenborough commentary. Then there was the girl whose twerking skills could probably power a small generator. It was a dance floor zoo, and I was a curious observer.We finally reached the bar, and Leo, the gentleman that he was, leaned in close to ask, "What can I get you to drink, babe?"I glanced at the bartender, who furiously shook a cocktail shaker like it owed him money. The options seemed endless. "Martini," I shouted over the blaring music. He ordered our drinks, and it wasn't long before the ba
LEONARDO'S POVFuck.Our date night was officially ruined because of my recklessness. I cast a glance at Rosalina, and she sported the most fearsome resting bitch face that could make even a grizzly bear reconsider its life choices. My coat was draped around her figure, hiding that perfect body of hers from the beaten-up motherfuckers sitting across me inside the police van. I had knocked out their teeth and bruised them black and blue, but I wanted to do more than just beat them up, I wanted to plummet them to their deaths for shit-talking about my girl. "I swear to God, Leo, if my family finds out about this, I'm so fucking screwed," Rosalina muttered under her breath, her face pale with fear. Sliding my arm around her shoulder, I tugged her towards me until she rested her head on my chest. "They won't find out, I promise," I assured her.Anger flared in her eyes as she shot a look at me. "I did not spend two hours getting ready to end up in jail!" I smirked, despite the circumst
ROSALINA'S POVThe night had been a wild ride, and my legs were feeling like jelly after all the running and drama. I swayed slightly, blaming both the exhaustion and the alcohol for my unsteady gait. Leo had his arm around me, keeping me upright as we made our way to the apartment complex. I was tipsy, maybe a tad more than tipsy, but the weight of Leo's arm made me feel invincible.As we stumbled our way toward the apartment complex, I couldn't help but giggle. Maybe it was the alcohol-induced mirth or the sheer absurdity of the situation, but I felt unstoppable like we were the stars of our very own action movie.I leaned into Leo's side, my cheek resting against his chest, and let out a contented sigh. His familiar scent, a mix of his cologne and the city's hustle and bustle, was like a comforting lullaby. I felt like I was floating on a cloud of drunken bliss.Frankie's announcement was the equivalent of a plot twist in our tipsy action movie. "The elevator's under maintenance,
LEONARDO'S POVMy thumb grazed her lower, lip, which was slightly more plumper than the upper one. Perfection. She bit down on my thumb, hard and I quickly withdrew it, drawing blood. I sucked the blood on it, and her taste made it even more sweeter to taste. "You like pain, Salvadori?" She asked, licking off the blood on her lip. "Yes," I admitted right away. She reached her hand out to feel the teeth mark she had left on my neck when I first had my cock inside her. It was fading, the pain still etched itself onto my memory and just thinking about it made me hard. That day, her pain had become mine. 'If she bleeds, then so do I.' I thought. I pushed my thumb in her mouth, and she gazed upon me, wide-eyed. "Suck it." She did, drawing out my blood and the way she twirled that wet-hot tongue around it made me imagine how she had sucked the fucking life out of my cock. The fact that she had no gag reflex only heightened the pleasure, intensifying every sensation to an almost unbeara
ROSALINA'S POV"I love you." Those words sounded like an obscure dream, my body was limp like a rag doll against his. I froze, uncertain of how to react. I didn't LOVE him. I couldn't love him.I shut my eyes and nuzzled back to his warmth, pretending to be oblivious to his confession. "Leo, I have to get ready for my auditions," I said, trying to get up even though every fiber in my body protested against it. His arms grasped firmly around my body, not letting me leave the bed. "Just sleep some more, you still have some time to recover." He slid his palm and cupped my crotch gently, but there was a certain possessiveness to it. "Pretty sure this kitty is sore, isn't she?" He teased against my ear. I was already getting wet even though I had come two times already. And if I said I wanted more, I was pretty sure he wouldn't let me leave his bed the whole day. "I didn't approve of you to bring me here," I reminded weakly. "And I told you I couldn't sleep without you," He countered