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“Olivia…” he whispered, tickling my ear with his warm breath.
I frowned in confusion, staring up at him. He wasn’t anywhere near my ears.
“It’s morning. Wake up.”
The reminder was so startling that my eyes popped open. Deep brown eyes stared at me, amusement dancing in his irises as Giovani slowly came into vision.
I blinked a few times, confused at what was happening and where I was. His chest was on full display, but his lower half was hidden underneath the blankets. I was warm and cozy, snuggled into his chest with our legs intertwined together.
“Have a nice dream?” He smirked knowingly.
I blushed deeply, realizing now what had just happened. What had I said to him?
“Fuck me,” I cursed in Italian, covering my burning face with my hands. I didn’t even realize I had directly paralleled myself.
“Maybe later.”
He chuckled, and I groaned at the bad joke.
I blinked in surprise, and then realization hit me all at once–the memories of him taking me on a date and kissing in the gardens before I had practically forced him into bed with me.
He’d tried to be a gentleman, but I had been the one to latch onto him. I blushed even deeper, the memories of my forcefulness coming back to me. What had I even done last night?
I didn’t even drink a bit of alcohol, so I couldn’t blame it on that. It was all me. I glanced around the room, and I paled at the sight of his white shirt practically shredded on the ground. There was no fucking way he could wear that again without people thinking he’d been through a lawn mower.
What did I do?
Giovani didn’t seem to mind one bit as he lay next to me, perfectly content. From how entangled we were, his morning wood was pressed directly against my thigh, perfectly proud and not an ounce of shyness to him.
We didn’t just sleep together last night, we slept together.
“As much as I’m enjoying this,” Giovani grinned, happily, “we really do need to go soon, unless you want to tell everyone we were together–or worse, have them see it.”
Panic shot through me, and I glanced at the window behind me, paling at the bright sunshine coming through the curtains. I leaned up on my hands to see over his head and at the clock.
“It’s nine in the morning?” I gasped. How had it gotten so late already?
Giovani sat up, grinning like a lazy cat sunbathing. He was entirely unconcerned even though anyone could’ve walked in and found us like this.
“Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?” I turned to him accusingly. I held the blanket over my chest, glaring at him.
“Hey, I tried.” He shrugged. “You just wouldn’t let me go. You kept clinging to me every time I tried to get up. I’ve been calling for you for like an hour, but you were quite persistent.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but he gave me a hard look and gestured to his back. Around his shoulders were clear indents from nail marks–fresh, by the looks of it. They were very red but not nearly as deep as the ones that had faded from last night.
God. I was going to die of shame.
“It’s okay, carino.” Giovani gently pulled my face to his, kissing me deeply. It was so much sweeter than normal, and he caressed the side of my cheek with his thumb, humming happily as we pulled away.
“I don’t mind. I liked how feisty you were last night.” He smirked, “Remind me to take you on dates more often.”
I laughed, the embarrassment fading away. “Okay, but I really got to go now before anyone sees.”
There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but the affection was bigger as he smiled and pecked me on the lips before rolling out of bed. As soon as he turned his back to me, I saw what a number I’d really done on him.
There were scratches all down his back, indents on his shoulders, and even around his waist. He didn’t seem hurt in the slightest as he pulled on new clothes from his closet, but I glanced at my nails, making a note to trim them.
I got out of bed in a hurry, following him as I picked up my clothing and slipped on my dress. I held my underwear in my palms, not wanting to chance even a moment later that either Tallon or worse, Alessandro, would see me sneaking out of his room.
That would be a disaster.
“See you later,” I stood on my toes to kiss him, a simple, hurried peck, but the warm feeling it gave me was enough to make it through the day.
He smiled back, so soft and sweet as I turned away.
I cracked open the door, checking both sides of the hallway for anyone before I stepped out. I leaned on my toes and quietly hurried down the hallway back to my room.
Just when I reached the doorknob to my room, I heard a creaking sound and jumped, glancing down the hall.
There was no one. All the doors were shut still, but I swore I had heard one of the doors open or close. Maybe I was just paranoid, though.
I shrugged, hurrying into my room and shutting the door behind me before I breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, nobody saw.
I was getting better at this sneaking around thing, though I wasn’t sure that was something to be proud of.
I sighed as I sat on the edge of my bed and plugged in my phone. The battery was dead since I forgot to charge it last night. I was a bit busy….
I coughed, my cheeks hot as I tried to shoo the memories of last night away. I really had been too much.
I headed for the bathroom, stripping myself and throwing my clothes into the hamper as I stepped into the shower.
Without warming the water up, I was shot with freezing cold, and I yelped, standing further back from the water until it slowly warmed. I washed thoroughly while still being as fast as I could. I quickly dressed, brushed my teeth, dried my hair, and did my makeup all before the clock turned 10:00.
I glanced at my phone once I was done, but it had only charged up to thirty percent. However, I did notice I had three missed calls and several text messages unread.
The texts were from Mom.
‘Call Me.’
‘It’s late there, but call me when you can.’
‘I’m worried, Olivia. Call me.’
Then it was just a line of random angry faces and steam emojis. There was one text from her husband, my stepfather.
‘Call your mother,’ was all it said.
I sighed, doing some quick calculations. It was about 1:00 AM where she was, so I didn’t have high hopes that she would answer. But I tried anyway.
It didn’t even ring before I heard a loud gasp of air on the other line. I winced in preparation as my mother’s voice came in loud and clear. “Where on earth have you been?” she shouted in the same tone she used when I had gotten in trouble due to one of Dahlia’s schemes.
“Sorry, Mom,” I started, but she quickly cut me off as she delved into one of her rants.
“I have been worried sick, and you’re off doing who knows what? I’d expect you to answer a call once in a while from the woman who gave birth to you. Is that too much to ask? I didn’t raise you to be like this, Olivia–”
