Chapter 5 5

Christopher's POV

While driving home, I kept looking over at the sleeping beauty. Parking outside of my home, I got out and picked up Bambi in bridal style, her limp body draped over my arms.

I'm calling her Bambi because she seems so innocent and cute.

Cute?

Did I just call this girl I have never met fucking cute? Is she already cute? Cazzo, what the fuck is going on with me?

Continuing my walk inside the hotel I own, I walk to my private elevator. Ignoring anyone who has a questioning stare.

Suddenly, a small blond woman approaches me and begins to speak, "Hello Mr. De Rossi, is there anything I can help you with?"

"No."

Was my flat reply

"Well, if you need anything, you can ask me."

I gave a curt nod and got into the elevator with Bambi in my arms. I go by De Rossi here because I won't take any chances with my actual name being Wallace.

This bold woman has no respect whatsoever. She didn't even give Bambi a second look before trying to get to me.

God, bitches like her piss me off.

Going to the highest floor before mine, I have to get off and take a separate staircase that needs key access, and then I take a flight of stairs to my penthouse. That needs a code to get in and my fingerprint.

It's not easy for someone to get up here unless it's me. Getting inside and going straight for my bedroom, I set her down, putting a blanket over her sleeping form, and I left the room.

Going to my office, I go and revisit the background check I did on Bambi. Reading it, it said:

Name: Alima Smith

Age: 19

DOB: 4/11/00

Parents:

Salma Santos Smith age: 42

Matt Smith age: 52

Siblings: Earl Smith 21

Family status: Deceased

Date of Death: 09/01/2024

Hmmm, I guess they died a year ago today. She's going to be hurting when she wakes up

Description of death:

It was a fatal car accident; no survivors.

Interesting...

Putting down the file, I go to my mini-bar and pour myself a whisky. With a drink in hand, I make my way back to my room. Sitting down in my favourite leather chair, I sit and wait.

Wait for her to wake up.

I still don't understand why the hell I care about this ragazza. I walked over to her and leaned down to look at her clearly.

It's now 5 am, and she's still out; the sun is making its way up. I can't explain how the hell I feel; I just get this feeling in my chest; I don't recognize it, and I can't help but hate it.

I have this unexplainable feeling and urge to protect her with my life.

*Time skip to where I left off in the last chapter.*

Holding her leg over my thighs, I ask her why. Why the fuck would she buy my services for herself? She hesitates. I can read her like a book; she's ashamed; I can see it.

Placing my hand on her thigh, I rub circles to try and comfort her.

Finally, she begins to speak.

She tells me everything from when her parents died a year ago up to now.

It all makes sense now. She was the person I was communicating with. She paid in full because she knew she was going to be dead.

Little did she know I wasn't going to allow it.

Pulling her onto my lap so she's straddling me.

I just want to touch her.

Hold her; have any type of physical contact with her.

I look at her in the eyes, her beautiful blue eyes.

She drops her eyes, and I grab her chin and make her look at me.

"Bambi, that was extremely stupid, yes?"

Nodding her head, she responds with a quiet "mhmm"

"If I wasn't the one you, how do you say 'contracted' for this, you would be dead right now."

Suddenly her eyes widened, and she tried hopping off of me like I had burnt her just by touching her.

"Y- you"

Knowing exactly what she was going to say, I nodded.

"Yes, Bambi, I'm the hitman."

Her face paled

Her eyes began to water as well.

"Please-please don't kill me. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

She clearly regretted her earlier decision and now believes I'm going to kill her.

Shaking her head, she began to whimper her apology over and over.

"Shhhh, Piccola, non ti farò del male" (baby, I'm not going to hurt you)

She looked at me and said, "farò qualsiasi cosa per la tua misericordia" (I'll do anything for your mercy)

Taken aback by the fact that she can speak my native language and sounds extremely sexy doing it, I utter one thing, and she visibly freezes.

Not expecting me to say it.

"Baciami"

Alima's POV

"Baciami"

Shocked by his statement, I act dumb and ask

"What?"

"sai cosa ho detto"

(You know what I said.)

And I do. I do know exactly what he said.

But he's the hit man I paid; he was SUPPOSED TO KILL ME

Why didn't he?

Slowly leaning into him, putting my hands on his very muscular chest, I act as if I'm going to kiss his lips but instead go for his cheek.

Clearly unimpressed, he gently holds my face in his big hands and rubs my cheeks with his thumbs slowly. Shutting my eyes and feeling him getting closer, I hesitate and his proximity.

Attempting to pull back his hold gets a little tighter to keep me still. Getting impossibly closer until our noses are touching, he leans in, and our lips meet.

I didn't respond at first, but then the feeling of his soft lips on mine was a satisfaction I had never felt before Slowly kissing one another, I felt him begin to pick up the pace. Quick, too quick, to where I can't keep up.

Suddenly biting my lip, I gasp, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss by slipping his tongue into my mouth.

Feeling his hands slowly making their way from my hips to my thighs and back up again.

His hands then go higher from my hips and rub my back going up to my neck; he grabs hold and pulls me in more, making sure I won't pull back.

Feeling his other arm encircle my waist and slide me on his thighs closer to where I'm directly on his little soldier...

That, may I say, isn't very little; I can feel every inch under me.

I let out a small moan I was trying to contain, earning me a growl from him.

He then brings both hands to my waist and moves them in a grinding motion over him. Feeling him all against my aching core, I moan but then stop.

Pulling back and looking him in the eyes.

He opens his hooded eyes that probably resemble my own, and as we try to calm our breathing, he runs his hands over my back, and I tuck my face into his neck, not being able to look him in his mismatched beautiful eyes.

Whispering in my ear, he says "credo di essermi lasciato trasportare" (I think I got carried away). With that, he begins to nibble on my ear, making me moan.

Then, as if that wasn't enough for him, he gave me hot, open-mouthed kisses on my neck. Making me a moaning mess. Smirking at me, he pulls away, makes me look at him, and asks,

"Are you hungry?"