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“That fucking idiot,” she murmured.
I nodded to myself.
She glanced at me as I took a seat on the edge of her bed, still guilty for what had happened.
“Don’t worry about him, Olive,” Dahlia said softly. “He’ll get it through his head eventually. He’s more hard-headed than Dad, but once he realizes how bad he fucked up, he’ll wake up.”
I nodded in response, but I knew deep down, she was wrong.
I did have something to worry about with him.
He was never going to stop.
*Olivia*
Just as I was getting ready for bed, I heard a light knock on my door.
I frowned. Dahlia was already asleep, Tallon had gone out for some errand of his, and Alessandro… he hadn’t spoken to any of us since the confrontation this morning.
A huge bruise had developed along his jaw, matching the one on the bridge of his nose. He hadn’t even shown up for breakfast this morning. He’d just stormed out without a word.
Hesitantly, I climbed to my feet and made sure the T-shirt was firmly below my thighs before I answered.
I smiled brightly as Giovani turned around to see me.
“Hey,” he said casually, his lips tilted in a smile. He was in his usual suit, a vest underneath it with a tie wrapped around his neck. He looked more dashing than normal with his hair brushed back away from his face.
I stepped to the side, grinning with anticipation as he entered. I quickly closed the door just in case someone else came by to see him entering my room. We didn’t need any more blackmailers on our tails.
I walked back to my bed, feeling a little exposed in only the big T-shirt I normally only wore as pajamas. It was late so I had been planning on going to bed.
I took a seat on my bed, curling my legs into a criss-cross pattern as I smiled at Giovani. His gaze was hot as he stared at me deeply, a hunger in his eyes.
He looked like he was ready to eat me alive and savor every bit. I pinched my legs together at the heat rising in the pit of my stomach. I could feel myself growing wet already.
“So what’s up,” I asked, turning my head away so I wouldn’t jump his bones.
Giovani chuckled as he took a seat beside me. I was very aware of his body heat and the scent of his cologne in the air. He smelled so damn good, and I wanted to bury my face in his shoulder for the rest of my days, until every inch of me smelled like him.
He reached over to steal my hand from my lap, running his fingers along the underside gently.
“I heard about Alessandro,” he said softly.
I stiffened, tugging at my palm to pull it away but he only firmly held on, leaving me with no choice but to stay where I was. I sighed, glancing at the ceiling as my eyes began to water.
Saying I wasn’t affected would be a massive lie, but I had never thought Giovani would hear about it. I knew nothing Alessandro had said was about me. It was about him. He felt inferior and he’d lashed out.
Even though I knew that, it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
“Who told you?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.
“Tallon,” Giovani said calmly. “He confessed after I saw Alessandro looking like someone finger-painted with his face. He sure did a number on him.”
“The first time was an accident,” I said weakly. “He hit him with a door.”
The corner of Giovani’s lips tugged upward, and I suppressed a smile, shaking my head at his obvious delight at Alessandro’s misery.
“It’s not funny. He’s really hurt,” I scolded him half-heartedly.
“Please.” He rolled his eyes. “The only thing hurt is his ego. He’ll be fine.”
“Do you know what made him so angry in the first place?” I asked, cautiously. “He was already upset by the time we arrived, and it seemed like that set him off.”
“I do,” Giovani nodded, then he hesitated. “He came to my office after we got back and started demanding that I not treat him like a child and give him more responsibility. He threatened me with you, and I just snapped.”
“Snapped?” I asked, frowning as I brushed my hand across his face.
He gave me a slightly guilty look. “I may have slammed him to the ground and pinned him with my knee. It was one thing to go after me, but I couldn’t take him threatening you as well, not anymore.”
He ground his teeth together, just at the memory of what Alessandro had said to him. Honestly, I was a bit turned on by the protective glare in his eyes.
I smiled shyly. It always blew me away to see how much this powerful man cared about me. It didn’t matter if nobody else knew this side of him, of how doting and protective he was to me.
This part of him was mine.
“Thank you for protecting me,” I whispered.
His eyes were lidded like he was drunk and only half there and I giggled, brushing both my hands across his face. The stubble on his cheeks was just barely noticeable, but it pricked my soft fingertips as I kept him close.
I could see my own reflection in his eyes, invading him, and he dove in for another kiss.
But right before his lips met mine, I pulled away. My guilty conscience had found me once more, and I hesitated as I thought about everything.
Ever since we’d started this, it had been one thing after another keeping up apart. It was exhausting to keep this silent, but I didn’t have the resolve to tell Dahlia, not while she was still injured.
What could I say… that while she was being kidnapped, I was hooking up with her cousin, and Alessandro knows and is pissed about it, so that’s why he’s being an asshole?
This couldn’t go on forever.
“I’m scared,” I admitted, glancing into his eyes.
He softened, the desire replaced by concern as he automatically grabbed my hand in his, giving me support.
“Scared? About Alessandro? He won’t say anything–”
“But he almost did!” I said, biting my bottom lip in worry. “He almost told Dahlia and Tallon this morning, and I couldn’t stop him. If it weren’t for Dahlia interrupting him, they all would’ve found out.”
Giovani hardened, his gaze like stone as he gently pulled me into his arms, wrapping me in a hug. “I’ll talk to him again. I’ll tell him–”
“No.” I shook my head. “You’ll just make him angry again, and then you’ll fight. Maybe… maybe we should just stop now.”
He stiffened like I was hugging a tree, and I pulled back, hating myself for what had slipped out.
His face was impenetrable, not a hint of emotion peeking through, and it made me nervous to think he could hide what he was really feeling so easily. I clenched my hand in his, afraid he might walk away right now.
