Mafia and his angel 2

🍎The mafia And His Angel💕 ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Ayla💕. My fingers tightened around the fabric of his jacket as I held on, never wanting to let go. His warmth surrounded me, until the only thing I could smell, feel, and think was him. We stayed like that for what felt like eternity. And when he started to pull away, I didn't want to let go. So I didn't. My fingers stayed wrapped around the fabric as I tilted my head up to stare at Alessio. He blinked down at me and I saw him bring his hands up.

His fingers feathered over my cheeks and I sighed in contentment. Alessio's gaze was soft and warm on mine, as he palmed my cheeks gently. He slightly bent down, his lips inches away from mine. My heart did a flip at the thought of his lips on mine. My fingers tightened on his jacket and I instinctively moved even closer until our bodies were pressed together. I didn't feel repulsed. Instead, all I felt was...peace. Alessio stared into my eyes and then moved his gaze to my lips. I saw him swallow hard and he looked back into my eyes again. I knew what he wanted. So, I gave him a small nod. His eyes flared in surprise but then his lips pressed ever so gently on mine. I gasped against the fullness of his mouth and relaxed into his hold. He held me so gently, as if I was made of glass and he was scared of breaking me. His lips were soft on mine. Alessio was exceedingly tender as he explored my mouth. His lips moved over mine, almost feather-light, and then he created the slightest pressure. It was intoxicating. I felt a rush I'd never felt before, and I never wanted it to end. As he continued to kiss me, his tongue brushing lightly over my tender lips, I felt his fingers caress my cheeks and then he deepened the kiss just a little bit. When I let out another sigh, he slightly pulled away, his lips only an inch away from mine. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving under my palm. I felt the exact same way. Looking up at him, I found him staring at me with wide eyes, filled with emotions I couldn't place. When I brought a hand up and touched my tender lips, his eyes softened even further. What he didn't realize was this kiss... This kiss was my first real kiss. Alessio💕. Ayla's gaze was fixated at the beauty in front of her, while all I could see was her. The small yet sweet smile that stretched across her lips had lightened up her whole face. Her vivid green eyes were glistening with excitement and pure happiness. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and I couldn't take my eyes off her. All I could think was how beautiful she looked in that moment. She tilted her head up at the sky and closed her eyes. I took a step closer and then stopped. Swallowing hard against the ball of emotions in my throat, I turned my gaze away from her and stared straight ahead. We were both silent for some time. For some reason, I felt nervous. This place was sacred. After my mother's death, I would come here almost every day, desperately trying to clear my mind. It felt like I had given her everything that I had. Everything that I held close to my heart, it was hers now. And I didn't know how to feel about that. I was confused. The way my heart stuttered when I looked at her. And the way I always found myself lost in her. I didn't understand those emotions. I wish I knew how to deal with them. They only got me frustrated. Taking a deep breath, I looked down and then cleared my throat. "We should go back. It's almost lunch time," I said softly. I felt Ayla shift beside me and I looked up just in time to see her turning toward me. She seemed disappointed, losing her smile. "We can come back tomorrow," I said. And there it was. That beautiful smile again. She nodded and then looked back at the stream. "C'mon," I urged, taking a step away from her and turning back around toward the path that led to the creek. But I came to a sudden stop when I felt a tug on the back of my suit. Frowning, I glanced back to see Ayla looking at me with panic in her eyes. Turning around so that I could face her, Ayla slowly let go of my jacket. She brought her hand up and placed it over her chest. I could see her breathing harder than before, her face filled with uncertainty and nervousness. "Ayla?" I questioned, worried. She took a deep breath and then stepped closer. My eyes widened at her bold movement and I sucked in a shocked breath. Ayla looked down and I waited, my heart beating wildly in my chest. Her next words were my undoing. "Can you please hold me?" she asked softly, her voice barely a whisper. I never expected her to utter those words. When I brought Ayla here, all I wanted was to give her this small peace. But I never expected anything in return. I didn't realize how badly I actually wanted to hold her in my arms. Not until she said those words. With my heart in my throat, I took a step toward Ayla, until we were only an inch apart. We were so close; I could feel her warmth. She was still looking down, purposely avoiding my gaze. But I wanted those beautiful green eyes on me. Bringing my hand up, I placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head up until her warm eyes met mine. "Are you sure?" I asked, wanting her confirmation. I was scared. Scared that she would take it back, leaving me hopeless again. But then she nodded. And that was all the answer I needed. Without wasting any time, I wrapped my arms around Ayla's tiny waist, gently pulling her into my body until I had her firmly enveloped in my arms. She felt so small against me. So fragile. And I felt intensely protective. My arms slightly tightened around her as she rested her head on my chest, right over my racing heart. Ayla placed a hand over my chest and she curled into my body, making herself comfortable. I closed my eyes, letting her warmth and sweet smell fill my senses. When was the last time I held someone in my arms? Never. When was the last time I felt like this? So peaceful. And lively. It was as if Ayla had breathed life into me. With her wrapped in my arms, I didn't want to move. I didn't want this moment to end. I didn't know how long we stayed like that, lost in each other. Lost in this perfect moment. But I knew it had to end. Slowly pulling away, I looked down at Ayla. Her fingers were still wrapped around my suit, refusing to let go. She tilted her head back, staring up at me. I blinked down, completely mesmerized by her. Every time I tried to get myself under control, she made me lose it. Ayla didn't even have to do anything. One look and I was completely lost in her. Without thinking, I brought a hand up and ran a finger down her soft cheek, my touch almost feather light. She sighed in contentment and a small smile played across her face, bringing my attention to her lips. I could feel myself losing the small control I had left. Palming her cheeks gently, I bent my head toward hers until our lips were only inches apart. But I stopped. Ayla moved closer to me, until our bodies were plastered together. My heart fluttered but still I didn't touch my lips to hers. I looked into her eyes and waited. I had promised Ayla that I wouldn't touch her until she asked me. Until I had her permission. And this moment, I wanted it to be her choice. I wanted her to choose. I wanted her acceptance. Ayla's gaze softened and she gave me a small nod. I didn't give her a chance for second thoughts, instead as soon as I saw her nod, my head was already descending toward hers until my lips were pressed gently on hers. I waited for Ayla to pull away, but when she sighed against my lips and melted in my arms, my heart stuttered at her reaction. I held her gently, as if she was a precious jewel. My lips explored hers at a slow pace. I kissed her as if we had all the time in the world My lips moved tenderly over hers, taking my sweet time. When I put the slightest pressure, deepening the kiss just a little bit, I felt her fingers tighten around the fabric of my suit. I didn't push for more. It was just a kiss. A small, sweet kiss. That was it. Nothing more. Yet it felt more. When Ayla let another sigh, I pulled away. We were both breathing hard. I could feel how fast her heart was beating. It matched the same rhythm as mine. Ayla's cheeks were flushed, her lips a little swollen and red from my kiss. She blinked up at me, and the look in her eyes...it took my breath away. Her eyes were warm and soft. But that wasn't it. It was the look of pure adoration there that took my breath away. In that moment, I realized that was the first time I had given her a kiss. We kissed before. Twice to be exact. But those kisses...I took them. Without considering her feelings. All I cared about was me. What I wanted. But this kiss... I gave it to her, wholeheartedly. The look in her eyes, I gave this to her. Her eyes were filled with awe as she brought her hand up and placed a finger on her lips. At her reaction, I felt myself softening even further. For years, I had lived in the darkness with no emotions. I had remained unfeeling. Yet, with one look from Ayla, I felt everything. And that scared me. Whenever I felt something for Ayla, Alfredo's voice resonated in my head. I would never forget the words he said to my mother. The best way to bring a man down is by his weakness. What I said to Maddie was the truth. This was not about me. It was about Ayla and what was right for her. I let her go, and she blinked in surprise when I took a step back, forcing her to let go of me. "We need to get back," I said, turning around, refusing to look at her confused expression. "Okay," she whispered, her small voice hinting her sadness. Both of us were silent on our way back to the mansion. As we got closer, the sound of the rushing water started to fade until we didn't hear it anymore. Breaking away from the forest, I took a deep breath as we walked into the back garden. Ayla was right behind me, her steps so close she almost tripped herself over my feet. When we walked inside, I slowed down and turned toward her. She stopped too and grabbed onto the hem of her dress nervously. "I'll see you later," I muttered. Ayla nodded and then walked away without saying anything. I felt my eyebrows furrow in confusion when I saw her walking toward the kitchen. Quickly moving forward, I grabbed her elbow, halting her movement. She gasped in shock and swiveled around, facing me with wide eyes. "Where are you going?" I demanded, letting go of her arm. "To the kitchen," Ayla replied. Crossing my arms across my chest, I leveled her with a stare. "Why?" She cocked her head to the side, as if debating what to tell me. "To help Maddie and Lena." "You are supposed to be resting, Ayla. No work for you." "But I have been resting for three days now. I can work. I feel okay." "No," I said. "But it's boring. I want to help." "No, Ayla. You are going upstairs to rest." "But-" "No. Stop arguing." Her mouth snapped shut and she cowered. The beautiful smile disappeared. I didn't like her sad expression. Frustrated, I ran my fingers through my hair and looked away. "Fine. You can go. Just don't overwork yourself. You don't want to tear those stitches," I said. But it was worth it when I turned around to see her staring at me with twinkling green eyes, and then a breathtaking smile spread across her lips. "Thank you," she said before turning around and quickly walking away. I stayed frozen, my eyes glued on her retreating back. Fvck. I was losing it. *** The rest of the day was spent avoiding Ayla. I stayed locked in my office and then went to the gym to vent my frustration on the punching bag. Leaning against the wall, I tried to catch my breath. "You are going to kill us one day," Viktor said. "You are too stubborn to die," I told him, breathless. "Well, I have to agree on that." He shrugged. I pushed away from the wall and walked to the bench, grabbing a towel. "Are Artur and Phoenix coming back tomorrow?" I asked, rubbing the towel over my face. "They are supposed to report back. We are going to Mark's tomorrow," Nikolay replied from his position at the door. "Any news about the clubs?" I asked. Nikolay shook his head. "No. Mark said he will give us the details when we meet." Since Alberto took over, he'd made it his mission to take over my clubs. So far, he had been unsuccessful, but everyone was taking extra precautions. Mark was one of my top managers, handling over ten clubs, brothels, and underground rings. Nodding toward Nikolay and Viktor, I left the gym. It was late at night, and most of the lights were off. After Ayla had played the piano and gone to her room, I couldn't go to sleep. I stayed seated for some time, staring at nothingness and feeling frustrated at myself. When I couldn't take it anymore, I went downstairs and spent more time in the gym. When I went back up again, I stopped in front of my bedroom. Instead of going in, I turned to the left and stared at Ayla's door. I knew it was late and that she'd be sleeping, but I still couldn't stop myself. I took several steps forward, walking past the piano room, until I was in front of her room. Placing my hand over the knob, I slowly twisted it and opened the door. The room was dark. Only the small lamp beside her bed was on, barely illuminating the room. Walking deeper inside, I came to a stop beside Ayla. She was on her side, curled into a ball with the comforter up to her waist. Her eyes were closed, her breathing even as she slept soundly. The lamp cast a soft glow on her face, making her look so peaceful. Leaning forward, I lightly brushed a finger over her soft cheek, moving the few strands of hair away. At my touch, she moaned sleepily and shifted a little. I froze, waiting for her to wake up, but instead she kept sleeping. Sighing in relief, I felt my lips twitch in a small smile as I stared at her sleeping form. My eyes moved from her face, down to her shoulders, and then her chest. She was holding my suit jacket against her chest, her fingers wrapped tightly around the fabric. I couldn't help but smile at the sight. So, it was true. Walking out of the room, I made my way to Ayla's, deciding to check on her. But when I saw Milena coming out, looking affronted, I stopped in my tracks. She seemed surprised to see me, but then bent her head down in respect before walking past me without saying a word. "What the fvck was that?" I muttered to myself, before resuming my walk to Ayla's room. Stopping by her door, I was about to open it when I heard Maddie's voice. "Ayla, what were you doing with Alessio's jacket?" At her words, I froze, my eyes widening in shock. What the fvck? Leaning forward, I placed my ear against the door, hoping nobody was roaming the hallway. I waited for an answer but instead all I heard was silence. "You don't have to..." Maddie said. "I sleep with it." "What?" Maddie sputtered. I had the same reaction. "I sleep with it," Ayla repeated, making my heart flip again. And then her next words were enough to bring me to my knees. My hands tightened in fists against the door and I closed my eyes. "It keeps the nightmares away," she admitted, her voice so soft that I barely even heard it. But I did. I heard it as if she'd whispered it in my ear. Rubbing a hand over my face, I paced the hall outside of her door, trying to come to grips with what I had just heard. My eyes widened when I heard Maddie at the door, telling Ayla that she would come back soon. I quickly rushed into the piano room and closed the door behind me. Leaning against the door, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, feeling uncertain about whether I should act on this new revelation. When I felt Ayla shift under my hand, I snapped out of my thoughts. I knew one thing for certain. If my jacket kept Ayla's nightmares away, that was all that mattered. I rubbed my thumb over her cheek one last time before stepping away. Ayla sighed in her sleep, a small smile playing across her lips. "Sweet dreams," I whispered. Giving her a final glance, I turned around and walked out of her room, closing the door softly behind me. *** I stared at the beige walls. Mark's house was homey. Toys were spread out over the carpet. "So far, Alberto's made no move toward the clubs I'm taking care of," Mark said. My attention returned to him as he leaned back against his sofa. "I'm surprised. They are the most popular places. If he wanted to go big, those would have been his first targets." Alberto had some kind of plan, but every lead my men followed brought them to a dead end. Every time we made a move, he was ready for them. Whoever the insider was, he'd been getting the information back to Alberto quickly, barely giving us time to put our plans in actions. "What are you going to do?" Mark asked. I scoffed. "The question should be, what am I not going to do?" He raised an eyebrow and then chuckled. "Well, you definitely have something planned." "Always. I want you to keep a close eye on all the clubs. Every single one of them. If you can't do it alone, I will send one of my man to help," I said, my voice hard. "I can handle it. I have been doing this for years, boss. But I think it would be better if you send another man. This way, we can keep a better watch." Nodding, I sat back against the couch. Just then, a small girl came running in the living room, a bright smile on her face. She was wearing a purple dress, her short black hair hanging loose on her neck. She smiled up at us. "Sophia," Mark admonished softly. "You aren't supposed to come in here." But the little girl paid no attention to her father. She was only two years old. All her attention was fixated on Nikolay, who stood stoically beside me. Sophia took a step closer toward him and stopped right in front of him. I looked up to see his jaw twitch at how hard he was grinding his teeth. He moved his eyes down to the small girl in front of him and I saw him swallow hard. Sophia raised her arms and said, "Up." When Nikolay didn't move, Sophia lost her smile and she demanded again, "Up. Up." Mark rose to his feet. "I'm sorry, Boss." He looked embarrassed. But just when he was about to move toward Sophia, Nikolay bent down and pulled the girl into his arms. "What the fvck?" Viktor muttered beside me, voicing what I'd been thinking. Sophia giggled. "Hi," she said. Nikolay didn't answer, instead he glowered at the girl in his arms. But Sophia didn't seem affected by his glare. Instead she turned her attention to his scars, and her hand moved to cup his cheek, her tiny palm right over his scars. "fvck," Mark muttered. But instead of Nikolay erupting in anger at the girl's touch, he stayed still, tense, and completely silent. "Boo...hurts?" Sophia asked. I heard a gasp and turned to see Bree, Mark's wife, standing at the doorway, her eyes wide. But I quickly turned my attention back to Nikolay and Sophia. When he didn't answer, Sophia repeated her question again. "She is asking if it hurts," Bree translated. Nikolay swallowed hard and then he shook his head. "No. Not anymore," he said. "Good. No hurt," she replied with a smile, and then started to twist around in his arms, clearly wanting to be let down. Nikolay set her down and then she was running to her mother, who gave us a sheepish look. "I'm sorry. I was busy and she ran before I could stop." "It's okay," I said. I got up and Viktor followed. "I will see you next month," I told Mark. "Sure, Boss. I will keep you updated." Nikolay was still visibly shaken by what had just happened. Fvck, even I was. That took us all by surprise. We were almost out of the door when something caught my attention. Stopping, I glanced at it. Flowers. They were different from what Maddie had given Ayla but they still reminded me of her. "Nice flowers," I said dryly, trying to appear disinterested. Bree smiled. "Thank you. Mark gave them to me for our anniversary." Nodding, I looked away from the flowers and walked out, followed by Viktor and Nikolay. As Viktor drove us back to the estate, all I could think about was the flowers. And the beautiful smile on Ayla's face when she was looking at them. Flowers. Ayla's smile. And Maddie's words. Sighing, I asked out loud, "Where do you get flowers?" "What?" Viktor asked, confused. "Where do you buy flowers?" I asked again. "Flowers? What the fvck do you want to do with flowers?" He glanced back at me in the rear view mirror before moving his gaze back to the road. "Nikolay," I said, my voice hard. "Yes, Boss." He nodded and took out his phone. I saw him typing something and after a few minutes, he passed me the phone. "I already dialed the number," he said. Placing the phone to my ear, I waited for someone to pick up. "Hello, Starbright Floral Design. How can I help you?" a woman said. "I want flowers," I said abruptly. I heard Viktor chuckle from the front seat and I glared at the back of his head. "Okay?" I waited, but she didn't say anything else. "I said, I want flowers." "Yes. I heard you, sir. But what type of flowers?" "Any flowers," I muttered impatiently. "Any flowers? But, sir-" "Just give me the best flowers you have," I snapped. "Okay. How many?" Pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration, I leaned my head against the back of the seat. Why the fvck was ordering flowers so damn complicated? "Twenty, thirty..." I growled into the phone. "I need an exact number, sir." The woman sounded impatient. That was an understatement of what I was feeling. "Damn it, just give me thirty." "Okay. When do you want them del-" "In an hour." "An hour? Sir, we can't do it in an hour-" "I said, I want it in an hour." "Just give me a minute." I heard her talking in the background and then she was back. "Okay, sir. Give me your address." I quickly rattled off the address and then hung up, throwing the phone on the seat next to me. "So, flowers?" Viktor asked. "Not now!" I growled in warning before closing my eyes. When the car lurched to a complete stop, there was a van outside the gate. The words Starbright Floral Design were written boldly across the side of the van. "Nice timing," I said when the driver stepped out of the van. He had a large bouquet of pink and white flowers in his hands. Walking toward him, he nodded in greetings. "Sir, were you the one who ordered the flowers?" "Yes," I replied sharply. "Here you go. You need to sign here." He pushed a paper in my hand. After signing, he handed me the bouquet. The very big bouquet. I looked down at it curiously. "Did I really order this much?" I heard Viktor cough beside me. "If I remember correctly, you ordered thirty. That looks like thirty to me." Glaring at him, I realized that I asked that question out loud. . . To be continued

🍎The mafia And His Angel💕 ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Alessio💕 . I flipped him the finger and nodded at the guard to open the gates. I didn't care if it was five or thirty, as long as Ayla loved them. That was all that mattered. . Ayla💕 . I was lying in bed completely lost in the book that I was reading, when my door opened without a knock. Sitting up with a start, I dropped the book. It fell on my mattress soundlessly while my heart was beating loudly against my rib-cage.

Maddie walked inside, her face bright and in her hands was a large bouquet of pink and white flowers. "Alessio got you flowers!" Again? My eyes went wide as she got closer and I was able to take a better look at the flowers. Holding my hand out, my heart danced with excitement. Maddie gave me the flowers and I gasped. They were so beautiful. Even more beautiful than the flowers he gave me before. And it was such a large bouquet. Pulling it to my chest, I smiled up at Maddie. "What are they called?" "Peonies. They are beautiful, aren't they?" I nodded, completely speechless. They were breathtaking. And the mixture of colors made the bouquet even more gorgeous. I couldn't help it. I was smiling hard and then a small giggle escaped my lips. "I can't believe he got me flowers again," I whispered. My heart was going wild in my chest and my stomach was filled with butterflies. Holding the flowers close to my chest, I sighed in contentment. As I held the flowers, all I wanted was to see Alessio. I wished he was the one who gave them to me. I wished he was here, so I could thank him. I wished he was here, so that he could see how happy he made me. Looking up at Maddie, I saw her smiling down at me. "He can be a romantic sometimes," she teased with a wink. I heard myself giggle again. I was giggling. Unbelievable. Placing my hand over my mouth, I looked down at the flowers and then nodded. "He kissed me," I admitted, my smile so wide that my cheeks were hurting. Maddie gasped. "What?" she squealed. I ducked my head shyly and bit down on my lips as Maddie went crazy beside me. "He kissed you? Alessio kissed you? When? How?" Closing my eyes, I inhaled the sweet scent of the flowers. "Yesterday. When he brought me to the creek." I could still feel his lips on mine, moving gently as he held me in his arms. The kiss and our sweet moment at the creek, that was all I could think about since it happened. And I would never forget the way he held me or kissed me. As if I meant something to him. As if I was precious. I would cherish it forever in my heart. "Oh, Ayla," Maddie breathed beside me. "I can't believe this. You have no idea how happy I am." "I am happy too. Deliriously happy," I whispered, my eyes still closed. "He makes me so happy, Maddie." Opening my eyes, I glanced up at her. "I should go thank him for the flowers!" "Now?" Maddie asked. I nodded enthusiastically. She laughed and then stepped back. "Go ahead, babe. He was downstairs the last time I saw him." "Thank you," I replied, quickly putting on my flats, still holding the bouquet in my hands. I ran out of the room, feeling giddy. My heart was doing several flips. I slowed down when I walked down the stairs and saw Viktor and Nikolay engaged in a heated conversation. They stopped mid-sentence when I approached them. "Ayla," Nikolay said in greeting. Viktor nodded and then looked at the flowers in my hands, his eyebrows going up in surprise. "Do you know where Alessio is?" I asked softly. I saw Nikolay's eyebrows furrowed before he replied. "He is in his office." "Oh. Okay, thank you," I gave them both a smile before walking back up. "Wait," Viktor called out. Stopping in my tracks, I turned back around. "Yes?" "Where are you going?" Nikolay asked. "To Alessio's office. I want to thank him for the flowers." Their eyes widened and they looked at each other. "No," Nikolay quickly snapped. "Huh?" I flinched at his tone. His expression softened at my reaction and he looked sheepish. "That won't be good idea," Viktor swallowed nervously. What are they talking about? "I won't disturb him, promise. I will just say thank you and then leave. That's it." I really wanted to see him. I felt...desperate. And strangely, I had missed him. "Maybe you can go later. He is busy right now," Nikolay argued. Viktor nodded quickly in agreement, his expression almost pained. My shoulders sagged in defeat and I looked down at the flowers. "Okay," I whispered. Looking back up, I saw Nikolay and Viktor sighing in relief. Why did they look so tense? Shrugging it off, I smiled at them again. "I will go later." "Yeah. Later," Viktor agreed. Turning around, I walked back upstairs, feeling wistful. I wished I could see him right now. Bringing the flowers to my chest again, I shook my head. "Oh, well. I will see him later," I muttered, before burying my face in the bouquet. The feeling of defeat left me and I felt myself smiling again. When I reached the top landing, I turned to my left toward my room, but something caught my eye to my right. Alessio. Swiveling around, I was about to call him when I saw someone else. Not just anyone. But Nina. My smile was lost in an instant. His back was turned to me so he didn't see me. But Nina saw me and she smiled. It was devilish. It was one that was filled with triumph. She brought a hand up and laid it on Alessio's arm and moved closer. "Alessio," she crooned enough for me to hear. He was saying something in return, but I didn't hear him. All I saw was how close Nina was. She was practically plastered to Alessio's body. My stomach twisted almost painfully and I took a step back. My arms fell limply beside me as my nose stung. All the happiness, everything that I felt just seconds ago evaporated, leaving me empty. But then I felt something I never felt before boiling inside of me, like waves crashing around me. My chest grew tight, squeezing as I continued to take steps backward. Why did he do this? He let me play the piano. I played for him every night. He shared the creek with me. He kissed me. He held me in his arms. And he gave me flowers. I thought we had something special. I thought it meant something. I thought I meant something to him. I realized I was crying. I swiped the tears away. My heart was hurting. Placing a hand over my mouth, I muffled any sounds that might emerge. "I would describe it as a wave. It comes crashing in your heart with so many mixed feelings...it hurts." Maddie's voice rang through my mind as I stared at Nina and Alessio. When I saw them walking into his office, I quickly turned around and blinked away the tears in frustration. I placed my hand over my chest, where my heart was raging. I couldn't understand. Could Maddie be right? Was I...jealous? Under the layer of hurt and disappointment, I was angry at Alessio and at myself. Why did I care? It was a foreign and weird feeling coursing through my body. Anger. I didn't remember the last time I let myself feel such emotion. I had learned how to turn off all my emotions, becoming numb to everything and everyone around me. Yet I felt hurt, disappointed, angry, and jealous. Alessio gave me laughter, smiles, and peace. And now, in my heart, it hurt. It felt like he had taken all of that away. I wasn't supposed to care, but no matter how hard I tried to keep myself from getting emotionally involved, I had failed. Looking away from the door, I stared down at the bouquet in my hand. A sigh filled with dejection escaped past my lips, and I turned away from his office, slowly making my way to my room. Walking inside, I found Maddie sitting on my bed, with my book on her lap. Her head snapped up when she heard me. "Ayla?" Maddie questioned, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Placing the book on the bed, she motioned me to come forward. "What's wrong? I thought you were going to see Alessio." Swallowing hard against the ball of sadness, I shook my head and brought the flowers close to my chest. "He was with Nina." There was silence at first and then she erupted. "What?" she said, getting up angrily from the bed. "That little-" "I didn't get a chance to talk to him. He didn't see me." The image of them flashed before my eyes, causing a sudden wave of anger inside of me. I looked at the flowers and then without thinking, I threw them on the bed. "Aww, baby..." I heard Maddie whisper beside me, her voice almost soothing. Swiveling around, I faced her, placing my hand over my chest. "What is this feeling? I hate it. Is this what it feels like? Jealousy? If it does, then I don't like it." Maddie's eyes reflected sympathy and understanding. She walked closer and placed both hands on my shoulders. "Was does it feel like?" "It hurts. I feel hopeless. Sad. And then angry. Maybe at myself, because I hate feeling like this." Looking back at the flowers that I had carelessly thrown away, I felt guilty. Another confusing feeling. Bending forward, I grabbed the flowers again and pulled the bouquet close to my chest. Burying my face in the soft petals, I closed my eyes with a sigh. A tear escaped the corner of my eye, falling onto the petals. "I thought what we shared together meant something to him." "It did. I know it did. He is just too stubborn to admit it," Maddie argued. But I shook my head in response. She released a tired sigh from behind me and then I felt her hand on my shoulders. "Tell me something," she whispered. "Why do you think you feel this way?" I shrugged. Maddie smiled at my response. "You feel something for him," she stated confidently. I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart fluttering at her words, while my stomach twisted in knots. Her words were shocking yet so true. Maddie was right. I did feel something for Alessio. Whenever he was near, my mind and body felt like they weren't my own anymore. When he was close, I felt light and liberated. And when he was far, my heart called out to him, wishing he was close again. I didn't want to admit it but Alessio had become the reason for my happiness. He had given happiness that I had never felt before. He made me smile, without even trying. My heart was at peace when I was with him. I refused to admit that Maddie was right. She let out a small laugh, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Do you trust me?" she asked. Taken aback by the sudden question, I nodded slowly. "Yes. Of course." "Will you do whatever I tell you?" Staring at her in confusion, I asked a question of my own. "What do you mean?" "Just trust me, okay? I got this. Just go with the flow and do whatever I tell you." I shook my head and gave her a serious look. "Maddie, what are you talking about?" "I'm really sorry. Like really sorry. I will apologize more later." She bit on her lips nervously, and looked extremely guilty. I saw her wince and then I felt a sharp pain in my ankle. Did she just kick me? "Ow!" I yelled, bending forward. "Sorry." Maddie took the bouquet from my hand and pushed me down on the bed, so that I was sitting. I flinched at the pain and bent forward, rubbing a hand over my aching ankle. I glanced up at Maddie and she pouted. "What was that for?" I asked, completely stunned. "Trust me, okay? Just bear with the pain. I'll be right back," she said, walking backward. Before I could answer, she ran out of the room. Maddie was absolutely crazy. What was she doing now? *** . Alessio💕 . Sitting back on my sofa chair, I watched Nina place her handbag on the coffee table as she took the seat in front of me. "So?" I asked, feeling impatient. Just when I had been about to go see Ayla, Nina made her appearance. She was supposed to report back to me, but I had completely forgotten about it. I had only been thinking about Ayla. And even now, all I wanted to know was whether she'd liked the flowers. "Nothing much happened," Nina said. "Alberto and his men are still treating the women badly. It's still the same. Nothing changed. He has more power now, so it's going to be harder to stop the abuse in the brothels and clubs." I'd sent her to keep watch on the clubs, acting as a whore so she could report back to me with internal information. So far, nothing had changed. Sighing in frustration, I raked my hand through my hair. "Fvck." "I'm sorry. I wish I could help more, but..." "You've done more than enough. But I want you out of there now. It's getting too dangerous, and every time you go there, you are putting yourself at risk. Your services won't be needed anymore," I told her. She looked confused for a moment, and then nodded. "What do I do now?" "You are free to do whatever you want. I don't want you anywhere near the clubs, understood?" I replied, my tone firm. Nina nodded, keeping her gaze down in respect. Leaning back against the sofa, I crossed my arms over my chest. "You can leave," I ordered. "Oh." Nina's mouth fell open in shock. I knew what she was expecting, but she wasn't getting it. Not today. Not anymore. Her eyes widened for a second, and then she smiled, her expression turning seductive and sultry. She licked her lips and then scooted forward, her short skirt rising higher in the process until her thighs were barely covered. "Alessio," she whispered, getting up from the couch and walking around the coffee table toward me. I gritted my teeth in annoyance at her desperate attempt to seduce me. A few days ago, I would have accepted her advances, and bent her over my desk, my cock inside her in a matter of seconds. But right now, all I could think about was Ayla. Her sweet smile, her flushed cheeks, and swollen lips after my kiss. She had taken over my mind and senses, making everything and everyone else appear bleak in comparison to her. I raised a hand to stop Nina's advances when she leaned forward, showing me her barely covered cleavage. "Nina-" Before I could finish, the door crashed opened, startling both of us. Turning my head, I saw a breathless Maddie running inside. "Ayla," she gasped. "She's hurt." My eyes widened and I quickly stood up, causing Nina to lose her balance and stumble. "What happened?" I demanded, my voice filled with panic. Maddie took a deep breath and glanced at Nina before answering. "She twisted her ankle really bad and she can't walk. She's in her room." I swore, rushing out of my office. I made my way to Ayla's room and found the door already open. "Ayla?" I walked inside. She was lying on her bed but quickly sat up at the sound of my voice. "Alessio," she said, and then I saw her wince, her forehead creasing in discomfort. Rushing forward, I stopped in front of her. "Are you okay?" "I'm all right," she said. I looked down at her reddened ankle, then knelt in front of her, but didn't touch her, afraid I might hurt her more. When she moved her feet closer to the bed and away from me, I placed a hand on her knee, stopping her. "Don't move." Gently taking her foot in my hand, I inspected it. "Does it hurt when you move?' "A little." I looked up at Ayla. She was staring down at me, seemingly confused. Standing up, I bent forward and wrapped an arm behind her back and one under her knees, pulling her up so that I was cradling her to my chest. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I'm taking you to Sam. He will know whether you are okay or not," I replied, walking her out of her room and downstairs to Sam's bedroom. Ayla was silent in my arms. When we got closer, I heard her sigh. "How did you know I was hurt?" she asked. "Maddie told me you twisted your ankle. She said you couldn't walk," I replied. "Oh." A small smile appeared on her lips. It was faint and quick, but definitely there. I stopped in front of Sam's room and Ayla leaned forward to knock at the door. It opened within a few seconds and Sam stood in the doorway. His eyes widened at the sight of Ayla in my arms and he quickly moved back, motioning for me to enter. "What happened?" he asked. I placed Ayla on his bed, and stood beside her. "She twisted her ankle." Sam knelt down in front of Ayla and inspected her ankle. His lips twisted thoughtfully and he asked Ayla several questions while I hovered over her, anxious and worried. The thought of her being in pain didn't sit well with me. The sense of protectiveness I felt toward her was a first. The need to keep her safe and happy was a primal feeling inside of me. Every day it grew stronger, until only she mattered to me. "It's not bad. Nothing to be worried about. Just a very tiny sprain that won't even hurt after two days," Sam said. He looked up and smiled kindly at Ayla, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'll give you some pain relieving cream. Just rub it over your ankle twice a day until it doesn't hurt anymore," he said. Ayla nodded and looked up shyly at me as a faint color tinged her cheeks. When she saw me staring, she quickly looked down nervously. Sam came back with a small tube in his hand. "Here. This should help with the pain. Rub it gently over the aching area and it should do the work." "Thank you," she said. Maddie stepped into the room. "So?" she asked, walking straight to Ayla. Ayla gave her strange look and shook her head. "I'm fine," she replied before mumbling something under her breath. She stood up and wobbled a little, and I instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to me. She placed a hand on my chest and tried to step out of my embrace, but my arms tightened around her, stopping her movement. "I can walk," she said, her voice coming out a little breathy. "You shouldn't put too much pressure on your ankle." Ayla glanced at Maddie. "She can help me. I'm sure you have other things to take care of." "Right. I'll help her. Don't want to disturb you from your work and all," Maddie added, glaring at me. Before I could answer, Maddie was already pulling Ayla away from me and I had no choice but to let her go. As she stepped out of my embrace, I suddenly felt empty and already missed having her small body against mine. When they were out of sight, I nodded to Sam and then made my way upstairs. I saw Nina at the top of the steps. She smiled brightly, her eyes shining. "Alessio," she whispered. "You need to leave," I ordered, my voice harsh and unyielding. "What?" she sputtered, her eyes widening. "Exactly what I said. Leave. I don't want you here anymore." Nina was good at her job. She was an asset but I didn't need her anymore, except for her work in the field. "But Alessio-" "I told you, your services won't be needed anymore," I said through gritted teeth, punctuating each words so she understood the meaning. Her mouth opened shock. "You mean...?" "You heard him. He doesn't want to fvck you anymore. So get lost." At Maddie's voice, I closed my eyes in frustration and pinched the bridge of my nose. Taking a few deep breaths, I opened my eyes to see her glaring at both of us. Nina's face turned stormy and she twisted her lips angrily, then looked back at me, waiting. I gave her a cold stare and crossed my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow in question. "I'm going," she snapped. Her expression was cold as she walked around me. Nina was a cold-hearted bitvh and she loved it that way. And Maddie had to tread carefully before she got herself into trouble. "Bye, Felicia," Maddie called as she rolled her eyes. When I reached the top landing, Maddie stepped in front of me, blocking my way. "I swear to God...if you are playing Ayla..." she warned, anger glittering in her eyes. "Why the fvck would you think that?" I growled, taking a step forward, completely outraged by her question. She indicated where Nina had been standing moments ago. When realization sunk in, anger deserted me and I winced at the thought. "Nothing was going to happen," I said. Maddie looked suspicious. "Ayla saw you going into the office with Nina. She thought...she was completely heartbroken, Alessio." Guilt coursed through my body and I swore under my breath. "Imagine how you would feel if you saw Ayla with another man," Maddie added. The thought made me see red. My hands tightened into fists until my knuckles hurt. I gritted my teeth. She raised an eyebrow. "Exactly," she muttered before heading back toward Ayla's room. I stared at her back and then leaned against the banister, my mind filled with dangerous thoughts. When I first saw Ayla and proposed that she work for me, this wasn't what I had in mind. She was supposed to work for me and I kept her close because I wanted to fvck her. That was my intention. But it wasn't about lust anymore. It wasn't about fvcking her and being done with her. It was more, something I couldn't wrap my head around. A feeling that I didn't understand. But I wasn't against it anymore. I let myself bask in this foreign emotion, waiting to see where it would lead me, hoping it wouldn't destroy either of us in the process. Sighing, I raked my hand through my hair. I thought I was the only one feeling what was between us. But Ayla felt it too, and I had hurt her. A connection so deep, so irrevocably beautiful yet haunting and dangerous. It brought us peace, even through the pain. . She was waiting for me, sitting at the piano, her gaze on the wall before her, looking completely lost in her thoughts. At the sight of me, she smiled, and I sat on the sofa in front of the piano, keeping my focus on her the whole time. I hadn't had a chance to talk to her since this morning. If I wasn't mistaken, she was avoiding me. As soon as she saw me, she would walk the other way or act like she didn't see me. If her eyes caught mine, her expression was impassive, her lips thinned in a hard line. As I continued to stare at her, the piano the only thing between us, she gave me a strange look and then her expression was blank again before she looked down at the keys. As I listened to the hauntingly beautiful music, I felt completely transfixed by her beauty and the peaceful look on her face. All she had to do was sit there silently and she already had my complete attention. After three songs, she stopped and then opened her eyes, making direct eye contact with me. I smiled, trying to look as gentle as possible, but she ignored it, then went to the book shelf. She took her time choosing a book, making me nervous with each passing second. Grabbing a book in her hand, she walked back and sat down on the sofa beside me. All the time, she did it silently while keeping her eyes away from mine. I waited for her to say something. I didn't know how long we stayed like that. I tried to get some work done but I was too lost in Ayla to think. My gaze kept moving to her, and a few times I noticed her peeking at me, but she would quickly move her gaze away when she noticed me looking. I even saw her scowl at the book and then she twisted her lips in annoyance. When I couldn't bear the long, frustrating silence anymore, I cleared my throat and shifted a couple of times in my seat, trying to bring Ayla's attention to me. But she was stubborn. Clearing my throat again, I opened my mouth to say something but quickly snapped it shut when I realized I didn't know what to say. I stared at the wall in frustration but the painting caught my attention. It was a beautiful landscape painting of a field of vibrant, colorful flowers. That's it, I thought. "Did you like the flowers?" I asked, breaking the painful silence between us. "They were okay," she replied stiffly before looking down at the book again. What kind of answer was that? "So you liked them?" Ayla shrugged. "They weren't bad." "Oh," I murmured, my shoulders dropping in disappointment. She didn't like them. Swallowing hard, I leaned back against the sofa. Ayla was so happy with the flowers that Maddie had given her that I thought she would love them. I rubbed a hand over my face and closed my eyes tiredly. In my attempt to make her feel better, I messed up. After a few minutes, I realized she was looking at me. She stiffened and her gaze quickly snapped down. I saw a defiant scowl on her face. Suddenly, she stood up and started to leave. "Where are you going?" I asked, standing up too. Her steps faltered and she turned around, facing me again. Her shoulders were pushed back boldly and she looked straight at me, her green eyes vibrant and filled with unreadable emotions. "I'm going to sleep," she said. "It's late." That's it? I cleared my throat and then nodded. "Okay. Goodnight." We stared at each other silently for a few seconds. Nodding at me mutely, she swiveled around and walked out of the room. I stared at her retreating back, speechless. What the fvck just happened? I stepped back until I hit the sofa. Ayla hadn't even said goodnight. . . To be continued

🍎The mafia And His Angel💕 ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Alessio💕 . It had been three days. I growled in frustration and pushed the papers away. Three days of Ayla barely speaking a word to me. I sat down against my chair and rolled my neck left and right, trying to release the tension. I didn't understand what I did wrong. I tried everything, yet she stayed completely closed off. I knew she wasn't like that with the others. I saw her talking animatedly to Maddie, a smile always present on her face, her eyes shining brightly.

But with me, she either scowled or frowned in my direction. Or sometimes, her expression was completely impassive. And I was growing desperate. Just once, I wanted her to smile at me. I wanted to see her eyes sparkle with happiness while she looked at me. Just like at the creek or when she played the piano the first time. Closing my eyes tightly, I rubbed my forehead, a weary sigh escaping my lips. When I heard the door open, my eyes snapped open and I leaned forward to see Maddie walking into my office. She closed the door and then leaned against it silently. "What is it?" I asked, placing both elbows on my desk as I waited for the answer. "What is Ayla to you?" Maddie asked, stepping closer. I was completely taken aback by her question. Pushing my chair away from the desk, I stood up and walked around it. "What type of question is that?" "It's an important one." I wasn't in the mood to discuss it. I sent her a chilling look. "Listen-" "Ayla is not someone to play around with. So if you just want to fvck her, then don't. Don't hurt her, Alessio. She doesn't deserve it and she's not like those whores you fvck around with," Maddie spat. "What are you talking about?" I growled. "I would never treat Ayla like that!" When I took a step forward, she only pushed her shoulders back in defiance. "How do you feel about her?" Maddie was going to drive me crazy. "None of your business," I hissed. "Yes, it is! Because if you hurt her-" "I'm not going to hurt her!" Her shoulders dropped and she sighed. "Ayla was really hurt when she saw you with Nina." "I know," I murmured. "She likes you, Alessio. A lot. She's already emotionally involved." My heart accelerated and my stomach felt weird. A ball of emotions sat at the base of my throat as my chest felt unbearably tight. The thought of Ayla feeling even a little bit of what I felt made my heart go wild. Fear was always a constant. I didn't want to mess this up, but I never knew how to deal with my feelings. Whenever they became too much, I closed down. And I didn't want Ayla to feel the impact of it. I wanted to protect her from pain. "If you don't feel the same way, let her go. Don't hurt her," Maddie added. I swallowed and then shifted my gaze away. "What I feel for Ayla...I don't understand it. But I can't bear to see her hurt or sad. When I'm with her, I'm completely lost in her. She is all I can think about." Her eyes widened in shock. "I'm not going to hurt her, Maddie. Hurting her is the last thing I ever want to do." She beamed. Shaking my head at her, I smiled. "Is that why you came here? To know how I feel about Ayla?" Maddie nodded. "I'm just worried. She's not someone to play around with. She is innocent and fragile. You need to woo her gently and with patience." "I know." Maddie clapped her hands together and bounced on her toes. "Okay," she said. "Is that it?" "Yup. You can go back to work now." Maddie sent me another smile and then turned to leave. "Wait," I said. "Yeah?" How the fvck was I supposed to phrase this without looking like a complete idiot? I swallowed hard. "What type of flowers do women like?" As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wanted to punch myself. Maddie stared at me for a few seconds in complete silence. And then she burst out laughing. I sent her a fierce glare and she quickly covered her laugh with a cough. "Sorry!" Crossing my arms over my chest, I waited impatiently for her answer. Maddie shook her head. "You are so silly," she said. "I don't think Ayla liked the flowers I gave her," I fired back in my defense. Instead of answering me, she turned around and opened the door. "She loved the flowers, Alessio." Then she winked and left, closing the door behind her. I stood speechless, astonished. Ayla loved the flowers? When realization dawned, I leaned against the desk and let out a chuckle. Ah, so the kitten is playing, I thought with a smirk. . Ayla 💕 . "How long am I supposed to keep this up?" I asked. Maddie lay down beside me and stared at the ceiling. "You have to make him work for it." "I don't think I can keep this façade on any longer." "Just a little longer." After the Nina drama, Maddie lectured me for an hour, telling me how I should and shouldn't act with Alessio. Every single day, I struggled to be nonchalant around him. Every time he smiled and I didn't, I felt guilty. I could see he was losing hope and growing frustrated each day. I hoped Maddie's plan worked and all this drama wasn't for nothing. Sitting up, I brought my knees up and laid my chin on top of them. "Maddie, I don't understand. How is this going to work? I...like...him..." I stuttered the last words. It was hard to admit, but it was the truth. "What do you mean? If you want him and he feels the same way about you too, then what's there to think about?" I sighed and got up from the bed, standing in front of the window. "How does a relationship work?" What I had with Alberto wasn't a relationship. I didn't know how to be in one. The relationships I had read about or saw on TV, I could only dream about them. They were never my reality. "You've never been in a relationship before?" Maddie asked. I closed my eyes tightly against the wave of pain. Placing my hand over the glass, I steadied myself and tried to calm my racing heart. "I have been in one," I whispered. Maddie's forehead was creased in confusion and she stared at me patiently, waiting for me to elaborate. "But it wasn't the same as the one in there," I said, pointing at the book in her hand. "I don't think you could call it a relationship. He hurt me a lot." Tears blinded my vision. I never thought I would admit such a thing. When I was still living with Alberto, I thought that was how a relationship should be. Even though I knew it was wrong, I accepted it. What I had with Alberto was dysfunctional. He destroyed me. Heart, body, and soul. But in the short time I had been living with Alessio, I began to think maybe I could be fixed. I could be happy. Maybe I could be happy with Alessio. "Ayla." Maddie got up and walked over to me. I was about to swipe my tears away but she did it for me. Leaning forward, she placed a kiss on my forehead and then wrapped her arms around me. She pulled away from me and then gave me a wan smile, trying to lighten the mood. "A relationship...hmmm..." Her eyes twinkled. "I would say a relationship is when both partners support each other, comfort each other, bring happiness and laughter to each other. It's a connection filled with love, acceptance, and understanding. You don't have to love someone to be in a relationship. Sometimes love comes later. Alessio is a stubborn man, but he is crazy about you. I can see it in his eyes. It is so obvious. He has feelings but he just needs a little push. I don't know how a relationship will be with Alessio, but he loves deeply. He loves with his heart. Something he's scared of. But you can change that. You can be his strength." "He is mine," I whispered. "He is my strength." "Alessio will realize it soon. And when he does, he won't be able to stay away from you. Fvck, he can't even stay away from you now. Do you see him? He always follows you like a little puppy. Oh my God, that was such a bad comparison. Alessio is nowhere close to a little puppy." I laughed. "We wait for him to make a move," Maddie said. "He has been making a move for the past three days." He had made several attempts to talk to me. "Well, he needs to make a better move then. If you know what I mean." She wiggled her eyebrows mischievously. "Maddie!" She shrugged. "No, seriously. Maybe he should bring you flowers again. Or maybe just another kiss. This man is driving me crazy." I didn't know what I was going to do without Maddie. She always knew how to make me feel better. "We wait then," I said with a smile. She winked and I laughed. I would wait...because I needed him. *** I walked inside the piano room to wait for Alessio. He was the never late. He was always there at exactly ten. I could play the piano even if Alessio wasn't here, but I didn't. I wanted to play for him. I wanted to bask in the warmth of him watching me as I played. Sighing, I looked down at the phone for the time. Any minute now. Something caught my eye. My gaze shifted to the sofa chair I usually sat on and I let out an audible gasp. Bringing my hand up, I covered my mouth in shock. But I couldn't stop the smile that played across my lips. A single white peony was lying on the seat. Slightly bending down, I took the peony in my hand and brought it close to my chest. Straightening up, I held it there. Alessio. He was so sweet. I couldn't believe he put the peony there for me. This wasn't a big bouquet. It was just a single peony, but it held the same value and meaning. It still made my heart flip, and my cheeks were hurting from my wide smile. "I can safely assume that you love the peony." My eyes widened and I quickly swiveled around to see Alessio leaning against the door, his arms crossed over his chest. His head was cocked to the side, a small smirk on his face. I wanted to say that I hated that smirk...but truly, I didn't. I tried to hide my smile. "I..." I paused and then sighed. I couldn't lie. "It's beautiful. I love it." He slowly walked toward me, his eyes intense as he kept his gaze on me. As he got closer, my heart went wild and my stomach twisted with butterflies, a feeling that I always got when he was close. Alessio stopped in front of me. I could feel his warmth on my bare skin. I looked up into his eyes. He was so tall. His gaze, filled with need, shifted to my lips and I instinctively licked them. Alessio took a step closer until we were barely an inch apart. I sucked in a deep breath and my chest brushed against his. Chat martinmartino on zero eight one eighty thirty fourteen twenty one to be added to his whatsapp group. He brought his hand up, trailing a finger down the length of my bare arm. I shivered and my fingers tightened around the flowers. "Alessio..." "Ayla," he whispered, leaning his head down. We stared at each other, and then he leaned closer until his lips were only an inch from mine. "I'm going to kiss you," he said. "Okay..." I saw a little smirk on his face and then he lowered his lips to capture mine. My breath caught. His lips brushed gently against mine and I sighed. Alessio slowly moved his tongue on my lips, waiting patiently for me to open my mouth. He coaxed me gently, unhurriedly. He put the slightest pressure on my lips, and I gasped. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue in. Softly brushing against mine, he kissed me slowly, as if to savor the kiss. This time I boldly returned his kiss. I had grabbed hold of my courage and put it all on the line. I didn't think that kissing Alessio was something I'd ever grow tired of. It felt like I had been starving for his kiss. His hand slid up my neck, to just beneath my ears, and his fingers splayed out, his hand cupping my jaw. His other hand glided through my hair, tilting my hair slightly upward for better access to my lips. I placed both hands on his chest and leaned closer into his body, letting his warmth envelop me. In his embrace, I felt safe. I felt wanted. Alessio didn't rush and he let me direct the kiss. He licked the seams of my lips and I let out a small sigh. So soft, so warm, so sweet. I was drunk on his kisses. He gently bit down on my bottom lips and then he claimed my lips again. This time his kiss was a little harder, a little more demanding. And I gave it to him. We were both breathing hard when he pulled away. Alessio laid his forehead against mine as he fought to catch his breath. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of kissing you," he said, his voice gruff. I blinked up at him to see his gaze already on mine. His eyes were soft and filled with adoration, a look that stole my breath. In the depth of his gaze, I saw his need there. His want for me. I was completely transfixed by his eyes. His hand moved from my face, down to my hips. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulled me close into him, anchoring my body into his. My heart was pumping wildly and my knees grew weaker at the fervor in his gaze. He held me as if I was precious. He looked at me as if I was the only thing he could see. I felt beautiful. "Alessio," I said. I didn't know what else to say. He leaned down and gave me a quick peck on the lips before stepping away. He nodded toward the piano with a smile. "Go," he urged. My lips stretched in a wide smile and I nodded, quickly hurrying toward the piano with the flower still in my hand. Our gazes stayed connected, both of us completely captivated by each other as I ran my fingers over the keys. I didn't close my eyes even once. I didn't look away from Alessio. When I was done, I let my hand rest on the piano key and swallowed hard, suddenly feeling nervous and shy under his penetrating gaze. "Are you not going to read tonight?" he asked. "Oh." I smiled and then got up. I walked over toward him and stopped in front of the coffee table, picking up my book. "I will. I'm in the middle of this one. I can't wait to finish it." He chuckled. "You sound excited about it." "I am," I replied, taking my seat on the sofa chair next to his. "It's a really good book." "I'm glad you like it." I opened it, and felt Alessio's eyes on me the whole time I was reading. It was so hard to stop myself from peeking up at him. And I lost that battle many times. Whenever our eyes met, Alessio would smile and I would send him a smile of my own. My heart was doing flips. My stomach was filled with butterflies. I felt light with euphoria. And a sense of peacefulness overcame me. I wanted to stay just like this. But then I yawned. "You should go to sleep," Alessio said, sounding wistful. "Hmm." I closed my book. Alessio leaned forward and brushed the few hair strands out of my face, letting his fingers linger on my cheeks longer than needed. He brushed his thumb over my jaw and then suddenly leaned forward. I let out a soft whimper when he pressed his lips on mine. He gave me a quick peck and then leaned back, letting me go. I missed his touch almost immediately. Placing my book on the coffee table, I got up and stood in front of Alessio. Smiling down at him, I whispered, "Goodnight." "Goodnight," he replied. Biting on my lips, my shoulder dropped at the thought of being away from him after spending such an exquisite time with him. Giving him a final glance, I started to walk away but I felt an arm wrap around my waist, pulling me back. I yelped when I fell on Alessio's lap. My eyes widened in shock and I looked up at him. He gave me quick peck on the lips and then pulled back with a smirk. I couldn't help but giggle. He sucked in a sharp breath. Placing a finger at the corner of my lips, he whispered in complete amazement, "This is the first time I've heard you laugh." I ducked my head shyly and pressed a hand on his chest. Alessio placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head up again. "You should do it more often." He brushed his thumb over my lips. "You have a beautiful laugh." Before I could say anything, his lips claimed mine again, this time almost possessively. He pulled at my bottom lip, demanding entrance. His arm was like a band of steel around my waist and his other hand came up to cup my jaw. He kissed with such intensity that my heart stuttered and I melted into him. His kiss eventually slowed and I sighed against his lips. His eyes were intense with need. His touch was fire, and his kisses were intoxicating. He was all I could think about. I closed my eyes and lost myself in his kisses and sweet, gentle caresses. . "They are leaving!" Maddie pouted as she walked into my room. "Artur said they will be gone for a few days." I straightened and looked at Maddie with wide eyes. "Alessio is going too?" She nodded and pouted. "Yeah." He didn't say anything. I saw him last night, yet he never said a word. The thought of being without him made my heart ache. It had been a week since the first time he kissed me in the piano room. Sometimes during the day, he would take me to the creek. And then we spent most of the night together. He always bent down and kissed me soundly on the lips. He would steal kisses while I read. Sometimes, he would pull me on his lap. I would lay my head on his shoulder and read while he played with my hair. He never pushed for more. These days had been the most beautiful. Each day, my heart grew fuller. Alessio had weaved his way into my heart and I didn't want to let him go. Instead, I embraced it. And now, I felt distressed at the mere thought of spending even one day without him. "How long will he be gone?" I asked. "I don't know. Artur said a few days." "Oh," I muttered, looking down at my hands, which were twined tightly together. She stood up. "C'mon, let's go." "Where?" I asked. "They are probably about to leave now. Let's go say goodbye to our men." When I quickly stood up at her words, she smiled. I followed her out of my room, my heart thumping hard as we made our way down the hall. As we made our day down the stairs, we saw the men at the bottom. Nikolay and Viktor were talking, while Artur leaned against the wall. Alessio was looking at his phone. When he heard us, he looked up and I saw his gaze soften at the sight of me. Maddie ran down the rest of the stairs and jumped into Artur's arms. I continued to slowly make my way down, keeping my eyes on Alessio. He gave me a small smile when I stopped on the last stair, feeling nervous. I ducked my head shyly and played with the hem of my dress. I felt him coming nearer and he stopped in front of me. Alessio placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head upward until I was staring into his soft blue eyes. "I was just about to come up and say goodbye," he said. "Oh." "Something came up and I have to take care of it. I'll be gone for a few days." I nodded. "I understand." Walking down the final step, I stood beside him. I saw Artur dip Maddie low and she laughed. He kissed her soundly on the lips. I peeked up at Alessio and saw that he was staring at me. He brought a hand up, and gently trailed a finger down my cheek. He brushed his thumb over my lips and then whispered, "I'll see you later." "Bye," I whispered. "Bye." Alessio took a step away from and after giving me final look, he turned around, walking away. The other men followed closely behind him and Maddie came to stand beside me. Letting out a dejected sigh, I brought a hand up and placed it over my chest. As I watched his retreating back, my shoulder dropped and my chest felt tight. I already missed him. As the days went by, I realized how much I needed Alessio. His presence had become addicting. His touch. His kisses. His blue eyes. His gentle caresses. His smiles. Everything about him was deep ingrained in me. *** . Alessio💕 . It had been three long, torturous days without Ayla. Every night, I wished I was with her. As I walked into the mansion, my chest grew lighter at the thought of being close to her again. She was constantly on my thoughts. And I was fvcking happy to finally be back. I looked down at my watch and saw it was almost two in the morning. She would be sleeping right now. My heart sunk in disappointment as I made my way upstairs. "Tomorrow," I whispered. But when I stepped on the second floor, I felt the need to see her. Being this close to her and not seeing her-the thought itself was painful. I had to see her, even if she was sleeping. Just a peek at her beautiful face and I would be happy. As I made my way to her room, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the door of the piano room open. Was Ayla still awake? My heart flipped at the thought and I quickly walked inside. My steps faltered when I saw her curled up on the sofa chair, sleeping. But that wasn't what took my breath away and made me smile. She wasn't sleeping on her chair; instead she was curled up in mine. Walking closer, I stopped in front of the sleeping beauty. There was a small smile on her lips, her face looking peaceful as she slept. Bending down, I gently took the book from her hand and placed it on the coffee table. I turned back around and wrapped an arm under her back and one under her knees, carefully and gently lifting her up from the couch, making sure that I didn't wake her up. She moaned sleepily, instinctively laying her head on my shoulders. . . To be continued