46. Fuck you senseless

Jordan Miller

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When Alessandro said he'd be back by the next day, I didn't think our flight would start instantly.

Immediately after we both showered, we were packing up our luggage and drove off to the airport where Alessandro's private jet was ready for us. Lorenzo and the others had asked if he would need their help for anything but he barely looked at them when he told them he'd called if he did.

The whole flight was spent with Alessandro on his phone, probably barking out orders. I wasn't certain because almost all he said was in Italian. It seemed like he was genuinely worried about Maya; I was too.

When I realized that I wasn't going to be of much help — even with calming him down — I retired to sleep. I woke up to being carried in someone's arms. My eyes fluttered open, meeting the sight of Alessandro's chin. I yawned sleepily, catching his attention.

"Go back to sleep, dolcezza, we'll be home soon," was what he said as though I couldn't heavily register the feeling of his