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She gazed at me like I was the moon, a beacon beaming in the darkness only for her, and if she asked me for the world, I would’ve given it to her in that moment—if it weren’t for the sight of that stupid boy nearly kissing her that flashed through my mind.
“I told her not to go back to that apartment. I told you, but neither of you listened to me, did you? Do you think it’s just a joke, that you and her are invincible?” I snapped, my anger getting the better of me.
I wasn’t sure whether I was angry they didn’t listen to me or that some other guy had had his paws all over her.
“No, I understand that,” Olivia sighed. “But she deserves to have some fun. You know how she hates being cooped up.”
Fun? She would risk her life for fun?
I sighed, rubbing my forehead of the headache I could feel forming. “Fun can sometimes lead to danger, and that apartment complex is full of it.”
“It was just a date,” Olivia said, rolling her eyes as she headed straight for the stairs. “Don’t be dramatic.”
“Oh really? Did you have fun then?” I said sarcastically, turning back to the living room.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Olivia gasped from behind me. I could hear her bare feet on the floor walking after me, but my eyes landed on the case of bourbon.
It was empty. Damn it.
“I asked,” I said, whirling around to face her. I slammed my hand on the wall next to her head, cornering her against the wall. Her eyes widened, a dumbfounded look on her face as she hit the wall.
She licked her lips, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from following her tongue. I smirked as I leaned in closer, basically trapping her between the wall and myself.
Her chest swelled with every heavy breath she took, and I could feel the electricity between us as I just barely grazed the tip of her ear. “Did you have fun with him?”
“With him?” she snorted, shaking her head. “No way. He was dull and couldn’t take a hint. I hated every minute of it.”
“Oh, really?” I pressed closer to her, looking deep into her eyes for any hint of her lying. But all I could see was her honesty shining back at me.
“Yes.” She smiled as she gently stepped forward until I could feel every inch of her pressed against my body. Her arms snaked around my neck, and I let her pull me down until our lips were just barely touching.
There was a wicked gleam in her eyes.
“I could have sworn I was interrupting something. Was I wrong?” I breathed out, willing to see where she took this.
“Honestly, you saved me from having to tell him no,” she smirked.
As if they were never there, all the discomforting feelings vanished. My body relaxed, and I smiled, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Good girl,” I murmured, pleased.
Then I stepped back, a smirk on my lips.
I crossed my arms as I waited for her brain to reboot. I loved how affected she was just by something simply like this. Her eyes were glossed over with lust as she looked at me, probably not even registering my words.
Her eyes flickered from my body to my face, and I could see as she finally remembered where we were. She coughed, her cheeks turning bright red and I suppressed a chuckle.
Damn, she was just too cute.
I sighed, realizing now that there wasn’t any denying it any longer. I had feelings for her. What those feelings were, I wasn’t entirely sure. I liked her, maybe more, and I wasn’t willing to let her be with anyone else.
And I knew I had fallen too deep in this hole. Olivia was mine, and I was never going to let her go, not to that Adrian asshole or anyone.
“Have a drink with me in my office?” I asked with a challenging smirk.
*Olivia*
“Have a drink with me in my office?”
I glanced at Giovani with a smile. By the look of lust burning in his eyes, he had a little more than alcohol on his mind.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I grinned teasingly. “I’ve already had a little wine, and I’m a little tipsy. I might not be able to control myself. Do you really think that’s such a good idea?”
Giovani smirked, stepping closer to me until we were barely inches apart. He leaned down, his eyes smoldering me as he said softly, “I really do.”
I suppressed the massive smile growing on the edges of my lips and instead, took the last step forward until my body was fully pressed against his.
“Then I’d like that drink,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his, “caro mio.”
The surprise that lit up in his eyes was reward enough, but he had opened up a pit of greed in my stomach, and I wanted more. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.
Unlike before, I took control this time as I bit his bottom lip, pulling it with my teeth, and I felt the rumble of his growl more than I heard it as his arms snaked around my waist and pulled me into his hard body.
I smirked into the kiss, and just as he leaned forward to deepen it further, I pulled back.
“You said something about a drink, Gio?” I said, pretending to be innocent as I fluttered my eyelashes.
Giovani gave me a dark look, one full of lust but also frustration and annoyance. I didn’t blame him as he smirked at me, wickedly.
“So I did,” he said, stepping back from me and offering me his hand. “Then let me keep my promise, my lady.”
“Why thank you, good sir.” I took his hand with a flirtatious smile, and he chuckled as he led me up the stairs to his office.
The floorboards creaked as we headed to the office, and as he pushed open the door, it was exactly the same as when I last saw it.
My eyes traveled to the spot where we’d last been entwined. I curled my arms around my middle as Giovani moved around his desk.
I still remembered how it felt that night. I didn’t think I would ever forget it. I licked my lips, staring at Giovani. He opened up his cabinet, his back to me, and I could see the outline of muscles through his thin shirt.
I remembered how I had dragged my nails down his back, and the look in his eyes as he gave in to the pleasure of us both.
He turned around, carrying a bottle of champagne in one hand and two champagne flutes in the other. He set them down on his desk and turned to me with a grin.
“Well? Would you like a glass?” he offered, still smiling.
I snorted, moving around to sit on the leather couch. I crossed my legs one over the other, leaning back as I watched him like one would their favorite pastime.
“Oh? And how are you going to open it? I don’t see a corkscrew.” I said, teasingly.
“I don’t need one,” Giovani said confidently, taking the bottle in one hand. “I can open it with my bare hands.”
“Oh really? I highly doubt that,” I challenged him, my eyes twinkling back and forth.
Giovani didn’t take his eyes off of me for a single second as he held the champagne bottle in one hand and kept the other on the tightly bound cork holding it closed.
