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Althaia I woke up when the car came to a stop. I peered out of the window to see where he took me, but all I could see was an underground parking lot. “Where are we?” I asked when he opened the car door for me. “You’ll see.” He pulled me to his side, providing me with some of his warmth as we made our way into the elevator. “We are in a hotel.” I stated as we stepped out of the elevator. I could tell this was a private floor as there was only one room. “I have an event to attend, and I want you to join me.” Did that mean we would share a bed? My question got answered when we stepped inside the hotel room. We are definitely sharing. And that may have made me feel excited about the possibilities. “So, what kind of event?” I asked and looked around. The room was large and much fancier than the hotel I had stayed in. Everything was super neat. It made me scared to even breathe in case I would dirty the air. I shouldn’t have expected anything less. He was, after all, a man of luxu
Damiano I watched her sleep peacefully next to me. Her plump lips were slightly parted as she let out a light snore. It made me smile just watching her how peaceful and so innocent looking she was, despite her looking thoroughly fucked. Althaia got knocked out almost instantly once we finished, and just like I had fantasized, she let me do whatever I wanted with her. Althaia stirred in her sleep and moved until her head rested on my chest with an arm across my torso. I stilled. It wasn’t something I wasn’t used to, but I let her stay. She curled up entirely into my side and I made sure not to move so I wouldn’t disturb her while I watched her get comfortable. Her lips went into a small pout; I wanted to chuckle how endearing it was but refrained myself. Instead, I brushed some hair out of her face and lightly caressed her cheek. She let out a small sigh, snuggling her face into my neck, and continued to sleep soundly. I wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes. For the past
Althaia “So, why are we going to an auction?” I asked and sipped my latte. We found a cute, small restaurant, having a croissant sandwich for breakfast. “Why do you think people go to auctions?” My question entertained Damiano, and I rolled my eyes at his answer. “I know why people go to auctions. I’m just curious why we are going.” I elaborated. Damiano looked at me with a slight tilt of his head with a playful gleam in his eyes. “See it as a get-together.” “A get-together? Like with normal people, or…” I looked around to make sure no one could hear me. “With a bunch of Mafia people?” I whispered in complete seriousness. I watched Damiano sip his coffee, but it looked more like he was trying to hide a laugh. “Businessmen. Let’s say auctions are a way to show off your power and wealth.” He explained, and I raised my brows in surprise. “So, Mafia people.” I corrected with a teasing smile. He shrugged but didn’t deny it. “And why do you do that?” “To make a statement that you hav
Althaia “You really don’t know the meaning of a break, do you?” I playfully shook my head at him. “It’s your fault for being sexy.” Damiano shot me a wink. “Ah, right, blaming it on women when it’s the men who can’t control themselves.” I retorted. “I didn’t hear you complain earlier. In fact, it sounded like you were very much enjoying it.” A satisfied look crossed his face as his eyes roamed down my body. “It wasn’t too bad.” I shrugged, pretending as if it didn’t turn me on when I watched him take me from behind. “So, what’s the plan for today?” I asked, hoping I wouldn’t have to do more shopping after spending hours in a fitting room. “Whatever your heart desires.” “Really?” “I’m all yours.” Damiano smiled, and the world around seemed to blur into insignificance. A beautiful smile on his lips had my heart quickened its pace, and a surge of warmth enveloped me. There was no question that he was beautiful. “You better not regret your words.” I chuckled started walking towar
Althaia We spent the whole day at the amusement park, trying out different foods and playing games. I was a competitive person and would challenge Damiano at any chance. “I don’t lose, Althaia.” He would say every time I lost to him, and it annoyed me to no end. “I don’t like you.” I scowled and he would chuckle at me, but then he would soften the blow by winning me so many teddy bears that my arms were full. It had me smiling like crazy. “My feet are hurting.” I winced, staring at the flats I was wearing. They weren’t exactly comfortable to wear after so many hours. “Want to head back?” Damiano asked, and I nodded tiredly. All I could think about was getting off my feet and soaking in a hot bath. We changed direction to get to the exit, and that was when I noticed a man changed his direction as well and followed us. The same man we have walked by a few times already. My heart pumped faster. Something about it wasn’t right. I tried to tell myself it was coincidental, but he had
Althaia I sank into the bathtub, feeling the warmth of the water and the tickle of bubbles on my skin. The water enveloped me, and I let out a contented sigh, feeling the knots in my muscles start to loosen. I made a mental note that I would never again wear flats to an amusement park. I felt the weight of exhaustion settling over me, lulling me toward slumber. The previous night had been sleepless, leaving an undeniable imprint on my features. Every time I shut my eyes, I would hear sounds of gunshots in my mind, and I would wake up, startled. In the end, I gave up and spent the night tracing the curves and lines of Damiano's tattoos with my fingers, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of his breathing. Damiano didn’t sleep either, but I doubt he was awake for the same reasons. He was awake, comforting me by tracing smooth circles on my back. It was so calming that, under normal circumstances, I would have been asleep in seconds. What happened played repeatedly in my mind, and t
Althaia I walked towards the elevator fast. Or as fast as I could. My foot was still throbbing, and every step I took in my heels was agony. My anger towards Damiano was so intense that I couldn't bring myself to speak or even make eye contact with him. Since he wasn't trying to talk to me, it was an effortless task. But I could feel his gaze on me at times. The only sound during the ride down to the underground parking was the hum of the elevator, making it feel like an eternity. Despite feeling Damiano's eyes burning into the side of my head, I refused to look away from the closed elevator doors, a frown still on my face. The moment the doors opened, I stepped out and started walking towards the SUV where Antonio was standing. My eyes darted around frantically, searching for Luca, but he was nowhere to be seen. Just as I was about to turn around and confront Damiano about it, Luca stepped out of the driver’s seat. A wave of relief washed over me, and I exhaled a long breath. I ig
Althaia The banquet hall was set up to be as extravagant as possible, with towering centerpieces and glittering chandeliers. The room was bustling with the sounds of chatter and laughter as the swarm of people, dressed in their finest clothing, mingled with one another. I was taken aback by how many people were there, and I ended up playing a game with myself by guessing which ones were involved in a criminal organization, and which ones were... normal. Antonio and Luca disappeared off to somewhere to give us some privacy, and while we fell into a chat with too many people. Damiano was incredibly well-known, and the second we stepped foot inside, people practically rushed to have a word with him. His presence attracted a crowd of people, all eager to share their business ideas and hoping for a partnership. He pulled me close and wrapped his arm around my waist, and I smiled politely while they talked. “Is it always like this? Them trying to kiss your ass.” I asked after we had excu