MenaAlessio kept his promise by staying with me in bed. He made it clear to everyone in the mansion that he was not to be disturbed, even going as far as turning off his phone.He gave me his full attention as we binged a show. His ability to become completely immersed was unexpected, but watching him get so invested in the plots and characters was adorable.It brought a smile to my face and made me realize that he was just as crazy as everyone else.At one point, we took a break to greet Naty, who had told us all about her day, and after that, we returned to our marathon in the bedroom.By now, it was already midnight, but I didn’t mind."By the way, tomorrow is our monthly Fanucci brunch. Everyone expects you guys there," Alessio mentioned out of nowhere."Who is 'everyone'?" My throat went dry at his late invitation."Grandma, uncle, aunties, cousins, everyone," he said as if it were the most normal thing in the world.I panicked. "And you’re just telling me this now?" Alessio sh
MenaHe lowered his head, flicking his tongue against my clit and this time I moaned loudly, clutching the sheets beneath me. It felt like an out of body experience.Whenever Anson went down on me, I used to pray to god he would just stop and fought myself not to tell him he was only wasting his time.Alessio had barely done anything, and I was close to forgetting my identity. He continued to lick and suck on my nub, his hands holding down my hips to keep me in place. My moans grew louder and more urgent as I felt myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm.Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I trembled as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out, throwing back my head into my pillow.“Wow,” I whispered to myself, coming down from my high.This is what I had been missing all those years.Alessio crawled back up and planted his lips on mine, the taste of my own arousal lingering on his tongue. I moaned into the kiss and pulled away to take off his shirt.I ran my fingers
MenaThe morning light entered the window as it did every morning, and I woke up. Alessio who was still asleep, had his arms around me. It was a first. I had never seen him sleep, better yet, he was never in the room by the time I would wake up.I couldn't help but smile as I studied his peaceful face, listening to his soft snores. He looked so innocent in his sleep, like he couldn’t do any person harm.It was no wonder he was tired. I couldn’t keep counts of the rounds we had throughout out the night. I was certain my whole body ached, but it was worth it.I had no regrets, and it was worth every moment, every touch. Alessio had shown me what it meant to enjoy it. With Anson, I would die inside hoping it would soon be over—but with Alessio, I never wanted it to end.The way he took care of me, made me feel like I was something special and voiced it out loud, did something to me.Not wanting to let go of him, I nuzzled closer and buried my head in his neck. Unfortunately he had sens
MenaThe backyard which was quiet and peaceful just a second ago was now filled with laughs and especially volume.It wasn’t like this the last time. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself, but I was sure it had to do with them being curious to meet the reason why Alessio ended his engagement.“It’s better you greet them before they greet you. They talk a lot.”"I didn’t expect anything else," I responded.Alessio called out to Naty and connected his hand with hers. Then he introduced us to his family. The list seemed endless—uncles, aunts, cousins of all degrees—each greeting warmer than the last.At some point Dante and even Gian walked with us to boast about how ‘amazing’ I was. It all sounded super sarcastic by the way, but it made the process of meeting everyone a little less overwhelming.After introducing us to most of his family, Naty ran back to join Melody and the other children.I took a moment to appreciate that his family was so kind to her. None of the children treated her
MenaI almost ran from the table when Stefano Fanucci sat on the opposite side of me, but it turned out to be a good thing—because I didn’t have to escape Domenico’s glance for much longer.The two were engrossed in their own conversation while I kept busy with Alessio. He couldn’t keep his hands by himself, and managed to touch my thigh every five minutes.Of course I had to push him away because he was unaware what he could do to me. Just one touch was enough to make me a hopeless waterfall.He removed his hand from my thigh and transferred some food from his plate to mine. “Eat,” he commanded softly as a warm smile appeared on his lips.“I am eating,” I said, looking down at my already full plate. If I ate any more, I was afraid I would explode.“Yes, but not enough,” Stefano chimed in. I gasped, unable to say anything because I didn’t want to disrespect him. Although I felt comfortable around Alessio, for some reason, I had already decided that this man didn’t like me at all.He l
AlessioI used to hate staying in during the morning, but now everything had changed. All I wanted was to lie in bed with Mena, whether that involved fucking or simply talking.She was just a good person to be around.Unfortunately, I had a business schedule today that I couldn’t ignore.Minutes had passed since I had been staring at her like some sort of creep, waiting for her to accidentally wake up so I could properly kiss her goodbye. It was of no use as her chest rose and fell with each breath, and I was forced to accept that she wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon.I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, gently removing the sheets that were wrapped around her like a mummy so she wouldn’t suffocate.The past days had been unreal. I made it a thing to explore her body as much as I could. Through the night, in the shower, against the wall, on the desk—whenever and wherever. She had become like a drug, an addiction, and I couldn’t get enough.The way she moaned my name, the way she tr
AlessioI was greeted back by the sight of Estelle, the flight attendant who often work on our private jet. Her presence was a surprise as I had definitely not expected to see her."Estelle, what are you doing here?" I asked as she leaned in for a quick hug.A flush rose to her cheeks as she handed me the drink she held in her hand. “You remembered my name,” her eyes beamed with happiness. “I live and work here whenever I’m not in the sky.”A silence followed between us. She blinked her eyes, hoping I would be the one to keep the conversation going—but I had nothing to talk about. Not with her.It made me feel like a terrible person because she seemed like a nice woman."When I heard a Fanucci was coming, I already hoped it would be you," she eventually broke the silence.I cracked a smile. "What? You don't like my brothers?""I do," Estelle quickly clarified. "I was just hoping it would be you."Maybe if I kept my mouth shut, she would leave. Nothing against her, but I just wasn’t in
AlessioFor a second, the car was filled with silence, but then Donni broke into laughter. "You must be fucking joking. Levi, are you hearing this guy?" I couldn’t tell whether he was amused or just extremely concerned.He had known me the longest, knew how much I enjoyed the presence of various women without tying myself down to one. I always said the thought of falling in love made me want to puke—so I understood why he was weirded out.The idea of me, Alessio Fanucci, falling in love was too absurd to accept.“Bro, that just doesn’t make sense,” Donni reacted, not even trying to accept the situation. “It’s clear the two of you have been fucking like rabbits all day, but love? That’s a big word.”"I know. I’m not the type of person to just randomly say shit. You know that," I spoke, irritated. It wasn’t something that came out of the blue. It was something that had been on my mind for days, and now I could finally come to term with it.I was in love with Mena. Deeply in love.I love
IsaacIt was only afternoon when Isaac carried a large bucket of grapes back into the mansion. As he walked, he was surrounded by the giggles of the children running around him.Among them were two of the many children of Amaro Ortega, a ten-year-old and an eight-year-old girl. They reminded him so much of his own daughter.The older one, Milena, looked up at him with wide curious eyes. “Can I help you carry the grapes, Mr. Isaac?” she asked.Isaac glanced down at her with a kind smile. "Maybe next time, kid. You know your brother doesn’t like you working."“So what? He doesn’t like us talking to you either, but I still do it,” Milena retorted. Isaac chuckled softly as the kids ran off.He had been brought to the house of Amaro Ortega, Julian’s brother. Amaro was a lawyer, a good and quiet man who didn’t say much. When Isaac first arrived, he had prepared himself for the worst, expecting some form of punishment or at least harsh treatment for all the damage he had caused the Fanuccis.
MenaI smiled down at the baby in my arms, his tiny fingers curled around mine as I admired how perfect he was. His full head, his dark eyes, the little sounds he made.Naty sat on Alessio’s lap, her eyes warm and curious as she gazed at her new baby brother.“What do you think?” Alessio asked her. “Do you like him?”Naty giggled in response. “He’s really cute, and I already love him so much!”Alessio and I shared a smile. Over the past months, we had both worried about how Naty would adapt, but for now, she seemed to be doing just fine. The delivery had been smooth, just as smooth as the pregnancy. Alessio stayed by my side the entire time, and I hoped raising him would be just as easy.I was still at the hospital, and after some visits, it was finally just us—a moment of peace.Naty reached out and gently grabbed the baby's hand, giving it a little shake. "Hi, baby—it’s your big sister," she spoke softly, a pout on her lips.The baby cooed, and we all laughed softly. "Does he have a
Mena "Look, Mommy, it's pink!" Watching her excitement filled my heart with warmth. "Is it for me? Can I open it?" Naty asked eagerly. "Is this the thing that's better than the candy ring?" Flustered, I looked at Alessio as he took the box from her. "I will open it for you, and while I do that—there’s something I want to ask you," Alessio spoke tenderly. He took Naty's hand across the table, and she smiled at him. I relaxed in my chair, wondering what he was about to ask her. “I’m not good at speaking,” Alessio began, “But I want you to know that what I’m going to tell you comes from the bottom of my heart,” his voice was sincere. Naty nodded, giving him her full attention as her eyes turned wide. For a moment, the air filled with silence as Alessio paused, thinking about his words. "Naty,” Alessio said, nervously. “Having you and your mommy in my life is one of the best things that ever happened to me. I love everything about you, I will always be there for you—and I will do
MenaI wrapped a scarf gently around Naty’s neck, making sure she was warm for the evening. She looked adorable in the dress I had chosen for her, for the dinner Alessio had planned.He hadn’t told me much, only that a driver would take us to the location. Whatever he told me, I just went with it—because I was too tired to investigate. I had already done that a lot lately.Naty showed me a wide grin.“What is it?” I asked, curious about the reason behind it."Nothing, I’m just really happy," her eyes sparkled.I immediately pulled her into my arms, caressing her hair with my fingers. She was really happy, that’s all I wanted to hear. After everything we had gone through, this was what she deserved. A joyful and carefree life.“Come on, let’s go,” I took her hand in mine.As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I noticed Liza in the foyer. Our eyes met and a smile spread across both our faces. It was the first time I had caught her alone since she handed me that letter. The letter that
AlessioI stepped into the room, letting the door slam shut behind me. Isaac, who sat on the bed, his back turned against me, turned instantly and our eyes met. His were full of regret, but mine were empty.He looked different, better indeed.His face was still bruised, his neck where the scissors had been, bandaged—but overall he looked good.I stuffed my hands into my pockets and leaned back against the door, watching him in silence. Would he be the one to speak up, act like we were just two old friends catching up—or perhaps offer an apology—or was he really smart enough this time to know he had to keep his mouth shut?Minutes stretched out, and neither of us broke the silence until he finally spoke."I know you still have a lot of questions," Isaac began. “And if you want to know more, I can explain—“I grunted. “There’s nothing more for you to explain, and I don’t have anything else to say to you,” I spoke coldly. "I’m here to give you instructions, and that’s it."Isaac nodded,
AlessioI sat in the chair in Julian’s office, waiting for the man to arrive. He had called me yesterday, told me Isaac was fully recovered, and now it was time to figure out what came next.Quite some time had passed, and I began getting impatient when the man decided to walk in at his own time, with two glasses in his hand. “Ah, if it isn’t my favorite fed lover,” he greeted me, handing me the drink before making his way over to his chair.A grin spread across his face, as if he was proud of his own joke. I scoffed, eyeing the drink in my hand.“The drink isn’t poisoned if that’s what you’re thinking,” Julian spoke.I released a chuckle, setting the glass down without taking a sip. “It’s not that,” I said. “I trusted you when I asked for your help, and I trusted you when I left Mena in your care—but now, I just want to discuss what needs to happen to Isaac.”“And that’s why you won’t drink?” “I don’t have time to drink,” I stated, my tone urgent.Julian’s expression changed, and
MenaI stared at my reflection in the mirror of the boutique, the dress hugging my flat belly. “Can you believe there’s a baby in there?” I caught Pilar’s gaze through the mirrors.It had been a few weeks since everything settled down. Life had returned to normal, or as normal as it could be for us. Domenico and Giulia had returned to Italy, and Alessio was back to his long hours leading the Fanuccis.“I’m sure it’ll grow,” Pilar smiled. “But have you already thought about what we’re going to do if you go into labor while I’m away on a gig?”I pouted, as did she. Pilar would soon be heading back home to continue her career, and I understood she had her own life to lead. As much as I wanted her to, she couldn’t stay here forever. The thought of not having her around had already started to make me feel lonely. She wasn’t just a friend, over time she had become like a sister.She was the one who always had the best advice, the one who made me laugh and forget the stress around me. Who wo
Alessio"Being a good leader means doing what you believe is right, even when it’s hard. You’re doing that. And that’s why you’ll be a great head of this family."I tried to focus and pay attention to Dad’s words, but it was difficult since I didn’t deserve them. After we’d arrived back at the mansion, I found myself in the study with Dad and my brothers to discuss today’s events.As far as he was concerned, Isaac had died. That’s what his little spy, Gian, had told him—and that’s what I would make him believe for the rest of his life.That didn’t mean I didn’t feel bad. I felt like shit. Lying to my family on such a scale was something I had never done before. I had always tried to prove myself and do whatever was necessary to keep this family together—but this time I failed.It was as simple as that. Letting Isaac live? I had no real explanation for why I did what I did. The only thing I knew was that Mena told me to listen to my heart, and it answered for me."I knew there was no r
MenaJulian walked over to his little bar and showed off his three special bottles. "What do you want to drink? Tell me.”I examined each bottle, picking it up to inspect it closer before letting out a deep sigh. I knew I couldn’t touch it, but looking would be alright. “I think I should probably take the one without alcohol.”He looked surprised. "You don’t drink?" Julian questioned."I do...just not now," I replied, setting the bottle back down gently.As Julian looked down at my stomach, I wondered if he knew what I meant. “Hmm,” he hummed, not going into it any further. He grabbed another bottle, waving it in the air.“I think this one is for you,” he poured me a drink. Then he led me to a sofa."You remind me of my niece," Julian started talking as soon as we sat down. He swirled the drink in his hand. "I haven’t seen her in a while, but she’s just like you."“What am I like then?"Julian smiled, "You’re soft, determined, and have these curious eyes—like you want to know everythi