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The thought of Gio seeing me in this was enough to make butterflies flutter in my stomach and elsewhere. I wondered if he would rip it off of me, or if he would rather I leave it on while he fucked me. I felt my face flush as I heard a quiet knock at my door. I felt like I had summoned Giovani with my dirty thoughts.
“Come in,” I called, just loudly enough that he could hear me.
He was looking away from me as he came in, then shut the door quietly behind him. When he turned around, I expected to see his eyes immediately glaze over with lust. I was fully prepared for him to damn near attack me.
I wasn’t at all prepared to see his face looking pale and serious. Suddenly, I felt ashamed for assuming that he would want to just have sex with me. I crossed my arms in a pathetic attempt to cover myself.
At my movement, he seemed to register that I was damn near naked. He swallowed loudly and looked me up and down. His eyes lingered on my chest, hungrily taking in what I had on display. He seemed to shake his head slightly, as if to clear it.
“Um, wow, you look… amazing,” he mumbled, seemingly at a loss for words.
“Thanks, is–is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?” I couldn’t help but feel like he had come here to scold me or something. I hated how meek I sounded, but the thought of him being angry with me made me want to curl up and cry.
“What? No, baby, you could never do anything wrong.” He rushed over to me and gathered me in his arms. My nearly naked breasts were pressed against him, but he ignored them so that he could comfort me.
I immediately felt better.
‘This is why I love this man,’ I thought to myself. ‘He knows exactly what I need.’
I let myself fall limp against him, just taking in his scent and warmth. I knew he was strong, but I still marveled at his biceps and forearms as they pressed against me. This wasn’t a man who just cared about looking strong. He had the type of strength that came from a lifetime of hard work.
Finally, I dared to look up into his eyes. He stared down at me, seemingly waiting for me to let him know that I was okay. Although I could still see concern in his eyes, the tight lines around his mouth had relaxed a bit. I knew that this embrace was helping him as much as it was helping me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice stronger now that I knew it wasn’t because of me that he had come in so upset.
He took a deep breath, and I felt truly scared. This must be bad if he was so reluctant to tell me.
“Alessandro has a picture of us together. It… doesn’t make us look like we’re just friends.”
I wanted to throw up. We had worked so hard to keep this a secret. How was it possible that Alessandro had found out? My fear turned to rage. How dare Alessandro do this! How dare he mess with us like this!
“I can’t believe this!” I shouted, realizing I had been too loud when Giovani leaned away from me slightly. “I hate him.”
“I know. I do too.” He rubbed small circles on my back while I processed what this meant for us.
“Do you think he’ll really make this a problem?” I asked, hoping that maybe Alessandro was just bluffing.
Giovani looked away for a moment, seeming to think through what he wanted to say. He looked back to me, then leaned down to kiss me gently on the cheek.
“Yes, I do,” he said sadly. “Maybe not right now, but sooner or later, Alessandro is going to use this to get what he wants. And what he wants is nothing less than total control.”
I couldn’t think of what else to say, I simply nodded and then collapsed back into his arms.
“I’m so sorry, my sweet Olivia,” he murmured into my ear while his hands rubbed up and down my back. “I know you didn’t want this.”
After a while, he pulled away. As much as I wanted to cry, I knew I needed to hold it in until he left. I could tell he already felt horrible about this, and watching me devolve into tears would only make him feel worse. I was determined not to let that happen. I had to be strong for him.
“We will figure this out together, baby. Don’t let it worry you too much,” he said.
He gave me one last kiss and then left as quietly as he had come in. I turned to look at myself in the mirror. So much for wearing sexy pajamas. I ripped the nightie off and threw it across the room. Fuck Alessandro and his selfish behavior. I was so frustrated I just wanted to scream.
I yanked my sweatpants back out of the drawer, grabbing a T-shirt, and pulled them on before flinging myself across the bed. I didn’t know how I would possibly manage to sleep, but I had to at least try. I wished now more than ever that I could ask Dahlia for advice. She had always been the one that I turned to when I didn’t know what to do, but in this issue, I was totally alone.
And with that thought, the tears that I had been hiding from Gio finally began to fall.
*Olivia*
The tears just kept coming as I thought about everything that was going to be taken away from me. Dahlia, Giovani, going to the university in Italy–I was going to lose all of it, and it was all my fault. I had told Gio that we needed to be a secret, but I hadn’t worked nearly hard enough to hide what we were.
Why the fuck had we thought going on a date would be okay? I felt like such an idiot. My mom was going to be so disappointed in me. And worst of all, I was realizing that Gio was so much more than just a fun fling. I was in love with him. I wanted a future with him. This would all be so much easier if I could just end it, but I couldn’t.
Finally, the sobs that had been shaking my entire body began to subside. I took a deep breath and wiped my face. I could feel that my eyes were swollen from the crying, but at least the tears weren’t actively falling anymore. I decided that maybe a cup of tea would help calm me enough to fall asleep.
As I made my way toward the kitchen, I saw that the light was already on. I weighed my options, thinking maybe I should just go back to my room. It was most likely one of the housekeepers just tidying up for the night, and I decided that the warm cup of tea would be worth having to make small talk. I started to look forward to getting the chance to practice my Italian, when I turned the corner and realized that I had been very, very wrong.
Instead of one of the sweet house staff, I was met with the sight of a somewhat disheveled Alessandro sitting at the kitchen island. A half-drank cup of amber liquor was in his hand; it was obvious that this hadn’t been his first glass as he went to set the glass down just a little too hard and a harsh clinking noise resounded through the room.
He was the absolute last person I wanted to see right now, not only because of what he had done, but also because I knew I still had red rings around my eyes from crying. He would clock them from a mile away and know that I knew what he had done.
I realized that I had paused in the doorway for just a moment too long when he raised an eyebrow at me. I decided to play it cool and hope that he was too drunk to notice that I had been crying. Maybe if I was quick enough, I could just get my tea and get back to my room before he even really registered that I was here.
“I’m glad she’s back,” he slurred.
Internally I sighed. It looked like I wasn’t going to be able to make the quick getaway that I had been hoping for, and it sounded like he was the type of drunk where all he wanted to do was drag up bad memories.
“Me too,” I responded quietly and walked over to the kettle, cursing under my breath to find that it hadn’t been filled with water. This little tea excursion was proving to be my worst decision of the entire evening.
“I’m going to fuck those Russians up. They’ll know you don’t ever touch MY family,” he thumped his chest proudly, then stood up. “I protect my family!”
I backed away slightly, just enough to put some space between us but not enough that he would notice. I tried to discern exactly how drunk he was. If he was just past buzzed, I would need to stay and chat with him, but if he was damn near blackout drunk, I could slip away once my tea was done, and he wouldn’t even remember that I had been here.
“I know. I’m angry too,” I said placatingly.
It was obvious he just wanted to talk about Dahlia right now, and I could do that. I was just as upset and shocked as he was when she had been taken. When she was gone, it had been impossible to think about anything more than how to get her back safely.
Now that she was back, I knew exactly how he felt. It was a strange combination of relief and fury–relief that she was safe, but fury that they had hurt her. I knew everyone in the whole compound was thirsty for some kind of revenge. Dahlia was well-loved.
“She could have died, Olivia.” His voice cracked on my name as the emotion overtook him.
He sat back down and took a long drink from his glass. I turned away from him to fill the kettle and plug it in, then waited for it to heat the water. I wasn’t going to wait for it to get as hot as it should. I could deal with lukewarm tea if it meant I could get back to my room faster.
Still avoiding Alessandro’s gaze, I wandered over to get my favorite tea cup from the shelf. I could feel him staring at me, but I did my best to ignore him. The less chance I gave him to get a good look at my face, the better.
“The important thing is that she’s back now, Alessandro,” I told him in as comforting a voice as I could muster. “She’s back, and she won’t ever be in danger again.”
“You got that right,” he said darkly.
I didn’t think I wanted to know exactly what he meant. It hadn’t been that long ago that I had no idea how Dahlia’s family had made their money, and although I was comfortable with what Giovani did, I preferred to be left out of the more gruesome details.
Finally, the water was warmed past the point of room temperature. I poured it into my cup, then added one of my favorite teas to it. The aroma was calming, even with Alessandro’s unsettling presence.
Although I wanted to just take my tea and run, I decided that I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. He was obviously pretending like he hadn’t just threatened Giovani, so I would act like Giovani hadn’t told me everything. It was an uncomfortable chess game that I felt like I was finally learning how to play. Holding my cup between my hands, I settled into the seat next to Alessandro. If he noticed the puffiness around my eyes, he didn’t say anything.
“I know you’re doing a lot of work to get revenge,” I said. “But let’s just focus on the here and now. Dahlia’s safe. She’s back with us. And I’m doing my damndest to make sure that what those monsters did to her doesn’t leave any permanent damage.”
