chapter thirteen

​We got up and left the room as Ethan led me to his grand dining room. He pulled out a chair for me, sliding into the seat right beside me as the private chef served the food.

​"It smells really nice," I said, offering a warm smile to the chef.

​"Thank you, Donna," the man replied with a respectful nod before quietly leaving us to eat.

​"Donna?" I repeated, turning to face Ethan as he began eating.

​"What?" he asked, his mouth slightly full.

​"Why did he just call me Donna?" I asked him, genuinely confused.

​"Because this is my house and I'm the Don. You're my girlfriend, which makes you the Donna," he said, chuckling softly.

​"But from what I know, a Don is a mafia lord," I told him, tilting my head.

​Ethan let out a rich, deep laugh, putting down his fork. "What? You think I'm part of the mafia?"

​I looked at his flawless, handsome face and suddenly burst into laughter. "Of course not. You don't look like you can even hold a gun."

​"You'd be surprised," he said softly. His eyes held a sudden, unreadable depth, but he didn't elaborate, and we finished the rest of our dinner in comfortable silence.

​After we were done, we went back upstairs to his master bedroom.

​"I'd like to take a shower," I told him. He nodded easily, sitting back down on the plush couch and instantly typing away on his phone. I walked over to my suitcase, open and unzipped, before a wave of panic hit me. "Ehhhm..."

​I realized with an embarrassing jolt that I hadn't packed a single pair of nightwear.

​"Can I wear your shirt?" I asked him, nervously biting my lower lip.

​Ethan lifted his eyes from his screen, a breathtaking smile spreading across his face. "Of course, love. I'd say yes to absolutely anything with that exact expression on your face."

​I chuckled, feeling a blush creep up my neck as I walked over to his massive wardrobe and picked out a soft, oversized shirt. I slipped into the bathroom, took a quick, steaming shower, and changed into his clothing. The shirt swallowed me completely, hanging halfway down my thighs.

​The moment I stepped back into the bedroom, Ethan froze. His dark eyes slowly scanned my body, his expression turning incredibly heavy as he stood up from the couch. He approached me, a devastating smirk on his lips.

​"You look really sexy in my shirt," he murmured, his deep voice sending a familiar shiver down my spine.

​I smiled, looking down at my feet to hide my burning cheeks.

​"Look at your legs," he whispered, biting his lip.

​"What about them?" I asked him, my voice barely above a breath as I stood my ground, stepping even closer to him.

​"They're really pretty," he said, narrowing the distance between us until our lips were practically touching. "You're so beautiful, Katie Berry."

​He reached out, his warm fingers gently brushing a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

​"Thank you, Han," I told him, chuckling softly.

​"What's that?" he asked, his hands sliding down to wrap tightly around my waist, pulling my body flush against his.

​"That's what I'll call you from now on," I told him, looking up into his eyes and smiling.

​"Why?" he asked, a genuine laugh escaping him.

​"Because you call me Katie Berry," I countered.

​Ethan laughed harder, a rich, genuine sound that filled the room. "Call me whatever you want, baby."

​I smiled up at him, my heart skipping multiple beats at the word baby. Before I could say anything else, he sealed the space between us, kissing me passionately. I groaned softly, my hands instantly finding their way into his thick hair, tugging gently as a low moan escaped his throat right into my mouth.

​When he finally broke the kiss, he didn't pull away completely. He rested his forehead against mine, staring deep into my eyes with an intensity that laid me bare.

​"I like you a lot."