-NINA- I'm not a shallow person, but I have to say that dating a billionaire has its perks. You won't need to arrive at the airport hours in advance, there's no hassle with numerous connecting flights, and the level of comfort is simply unbelievable. Plus the privacy. Let's just say, I'm now a member of the mile high group. Chris and I landed in the morning in Florence and took a rental car for a one-hour drive to Montaione, where my family lives. We had barely parked the car outside my parent's house when my mom came rushing in toward us. "Tesoro! Ero in pensiero!*" my mom exclaimed as she pulled me into a tight hug, planting kisses on both of my cheeks. "Let me see you. You look beautiful, Carolina. Your skin is glowing, and I absolutely love your hair longer." "Thanks, mamma. You look great too." I replied, immersing myself in her comforting scent of tomatoes and basil. "Have you seen Chris?" I quickly motioned with my arm towards the direction where he was carry
-NINA- "I loved this gray tile you chose for our backsplash. I have to say, I had some doubts when you showed me the sample, but now I'm glad you convinced me, Harper." Sienna was leaning over the kitchen counter, running her hand over the tiles on the wall. A few weeks had passed since my return from Austria. Chris and I had an incredible time in Vienna. The city is stunning, a paradise for architectural enthusiasts. We even squeezed in time to enjoy a Mozart concert in the Schönbrunn Palace's Orangery. After our return home, I dove headfirst into my new project at work. It's been a tiring, yet amazing experience. The real challenge has been juggling work and personal life, which involves not just Chris, but also my side project as Sienna's architect. Today Harper and I were visiting Sienna's place. The renovation work was nearly complete, and the space looked stunning. The apartment layout had become much more functional, accentuating the bu
-CHRIS- "What are you doing?" a girl's voice spoke up behind me. "I'm in the middle of a soccer game, can't you tell?" I said, continuing to juggle my soccer ball without even glancing her way. "Don't you mean football, since it's played with your feet?" I could hear her approaching as I lined up my shot towards the goal. The ball flew right into the center and I turned to answer her. "Maybe where you're from, but here we call it soccer. Football is a different sport altogether." She came so close that I could see her big forest green eyes and rosy cheeks. Her dark hair was tied in a ponytail, and she was wearing a red polka-dotted sweater. She was pretty. "Where I come from we call it calcio, because we play with our feet. Can you teach me how to play it? I learn quickly." She lifts her chin proudly. "Why would I do that?" I shrugged. "Because you are bored of playing alone. And I can give you a kiss." Her lips twisted int
*Warning: Explicit content -NINA- I was trying to open Chris’ pants when his hands stopped me. "Not today, baby." He was hovering over me, leaning on his arms. "Why not? You don’t want to?" "More than anything. But I didn’t pack any condoms. But don’t worry, we have plenty of time. Now that I have you back in my life, I'll never let you go." he whispered in my ear before covering every surface of my neck with delicious kisses. "Chris…" I was trying to talk, but his wicked mouth was distracting me. My body was covered in goose bumps and my n.ipples were so hard they were about to tear my bra. "Hmmm?" He mumbled as his hands were roaming on the side of my breasts, his thumbs circling my peaks. "Have you ever worn a condom?" I murmured softly, my brain foggy with lust, my eyes fluttered. "Of course, why?" I couldn’t believe what I was about to say. "I'm on the pill. And I want to feel you without any layer between us." "F.uck, Nina. Are you sure?" His eyes widened
*Warning: Explicit content -NINA- Chris was not lying. The living room in his suite was so big that Harper's condo could easily fit inside. It wasn't just spacious but also elegantly decorated with shades of cream and olive green. But the best feature was the large windows that framed the stunning Salzburg skyline. He hung up his jacket in the hall closet and entered the elegant, integrated kitchen. "Do you want something to drink?" he asked me, rummaging though the kitchen cabinets. "Sure. Do you have any red wine?" I settled into the plush cream sofa. My stomach was fluttering, but I needed something to calm my nerves. "I've got a very good Austrian wine. I know it's not Italian, but give it s chance before you judge it." He poured the wine into two cups, handed me one, and then took a seat beside me. "Thanks." I took a sip and my taste buds were invaded by rich notes of oak and berries. "You're right, this is delicious!" "I told you, I don't lie to you." He set
-CHRIS- It's snowing in Salzburg. Through the frosty window, people in heavy wool coats could be seen walking beneath the soft snowfall falling incessantly, covering the ground with a white blanket. Although it was a chilly winter night, the inviting Austrian restaurant exuded warmth. The atmosphere was cozy, blending old wooden beams with contemporary furniture pieces. "Have you been there?" I was snapped out of my daydream by Max Greenwald. He is the CEO of Deinlager, the company for which we're going to build a distribution center. I came to meet him to secure more projects in the US. Did I really need to come to Austria? No, but that's my excuse. "Sorry. Been where?" I asked, without remembering a thing he said for the past fifteen minutes. I could blame the long flight, the jet leg, or even the board meeting. But the truth is that I can't stop thinking about Nina. "That's the Hohensalzburg Fortress. You can see it up on the hill," he said, gesturing towards t