"Luna?"Her eyes widened as they met with Domenico's blue ones. When did he get into the garden?Alessandro turned around. "Ah," He smiled, "Your date," He glanced at her and winked, "I'll leave you two alone."She waited until Alessandro was out of hearing range before she faced Nico "Can I help you?""I love you," He blurted out and she gasped. He closed the space between them and grabbed her by the waist, "I love you, Luna. We are not mere friends."Her heart leaped high in her chest as he slammed his lips to hers.*Her arms moved of their own accord and entangled themselves around his neck. She was high, high on love, high on happiness.They came up for air and he peppered kisses all over her face, their breathing rough and hot."What took you so long?" She breathed out, "Why did you take so long?""I'm sorry," He kissed her again and again and again until they had to pull apart for more air."I love you too, since Colland maybe."He grinned and pulled her into his arms. There wa
Rosetta did indeed believe that she could fall for Antonio Galdo but watching it happen over the weeks they spent brooding over architectural plans and planning the building structure over lunches and late-night dinners, she felt easy. How could a man, no matter how rich and handsome and well-mannered he was, just admit his attraction to her and she was head over heels for him? It was too easy, too too easy. Everything was going too smoothly, he was too good to be true. She brushed off the thought as she walked out the doors of her firm. The more she thought about him, the more she grew attracted to him. She instead filled her mind with thoughts of the cool bubble bath and the N*****x movies she planned to binge watch all night long. It was the weekend and she really wanted to spoil herself rotten. Preparations for Nico and Luna's wedding were also ongoing and she was one of the bridesmaids. She smiled, unlocking her car. There was nothing that forgiveness could not accomplish.She ha
"Rosetta...""Alright, alright, I'll let it go," She grumbled and pulled away."You are angry," He turned to her.She switched off the gas before the pancake on it could get burnt."We'll shop later, together, I promise," He said."I am not angry," She said casually, "Can we eat now?"She watched the muscles on his back flex as he took off the pancake from the pan and made coffee for them. He was a good man and he seemed too sincere for her, perhaps that was why she gave in to her want to sleep with him but there was just something... off?*Rosetta laughed at a joke Antonio made as she filled two glasses with cherry juice."That was not funny," She rolled her eyes as she handed him his glass."But you laughed," He teased, pulling her close by the waist."Antonio, we are at work," She giggled, biting her lip."I decide when we work and when we don't," He nuzzled her cheek.The door to his lunch room suddenly flew open and she jumped. He held her down. It was the guard that always stoo
Saturday mornings in Colland even in March in Italy were cold, cold enough for jogging and a great deal of sweaty exercises. Since the change, he began doing a lot of exercises than he usually did. Coming to this new town for his first year, he already had his routine planned out for the rest of the session. He would jog from his apartment to the saint Lucy’s cathedral 300 meters away from his apartment, quite close to his college, for peace and hope to begin the new coming week; then he would jog to the D’oleivre bridge from where you could see the neighboring towns and villages in the distance, for a quiet moment with his thoughts and his soul and then he would jog back to his apartment and be who he wanted to be. Domenico Pietro de Cerintti. He fitted in the keys to the door of the second floor apartment he shared with his part friend, part enemy, Bernard Marino. The door opened smoothly without the slightest noise and he stepped in, locking the door. The small cozy living room gre
He picked up his now damaged phone from the kitchen floor. The screen was badly cracked and the phone was not switching on. He swallowed down his anger. At least, he thought, he gave Marino a pretty good beating as revenge. Revenge… the word sounded sweet, familiar and foreign to him. Revenge… He rose, eyeing the shattered plate and spilled food on the floor. He walked out of the kitchen. Marino would clean it up. • A broken nose, a split on the lip and a swelling under the right eye were the injuries Marino suffered. Marino kept muttering incoherent complaint the whole minutes he spent cleaning up his minor injuries. “Of all days for you to destroy my face, its today! Today!” “What’s happening today?” he asked, crossing one leg over the other and swinging his damaged phone in his hands. “A freaking party! Fernando D’oseliotti’s freaking partito! And you dare destroy my face!” “Stop making a whole lot of noise. I could have done more, you deserve it. You smashed my phone.” H
They could already hear the italian sensation playing a good distance away from the magnificent villa Fernando D’osellioti owned. Fernando was the handsome, rich senior that hosted the best parties. His parties were popular and a rave. He threw it three times a year, spring, summer and winter. He had everything right, the large house, the unlimited alcohol, the music and what not but funnily enough, Fernando never attended his own parties or any other party; he had girls flocking around him but there had never been any news of him being promiscuous, rumors had sprang up but they were quickly debunked. Fernando was always with his friends or at some school gathering or meeting or any other clean social gathering but he always scored the highest at the end of each semester. Fernando was mysterious. That was the story his ears were filled with by Marino as they drove to the party venue. The wide double doors to the villa were wide open and one could see the inside from the outside clearl
She stood there, her mouth slightly open, her lashes fluttering. It really was him. He looked much different from the Domenico she remembered, the Domenico she attended highschool with. That Domenico did not catch her fancy, that Domenico definitely did not look half this alluring, that Domenico definitely wasn’t this confident or dominant. That Domenico had been anything short of badass. Calm Domenico, always smiling and swallowing down the harsh bullying from Leonardo and his crew with his head held high until… “You might end up breaking that glass if you keep holding it that way.” “Leonardo.” She sighed, relaxing her hold on her glass. “Domenico, huh?” She glanced at him to see him looking in the same direction. “He’s different.” She stated, bringing her glass to her lips then dropping it with a scowl when she discovered it was empty. “He sure is.” Leonardo drawled, a mocking look on his face, “disappears for what? 7 months? Comes back a whole new man. What’s he up to?” “I
He wasn't smug or triumphant or pleased. He wasn't angry or mad or furious. He was hurt. After his dance with Rosetta, he had endured another thirty minutes of nonsense conversations with prowling women and pride filled disdainful comments from jealous high school mates. After the thirty minutes, he had gotten fed up and he sent a quick text to Marino with the new phone he acquired earlier that day, 'I'm heading home. Find another ride or die trying." And he left for his car. He was still sitted in his car, gripping the steering wheel tightly with white knuckles. He was hurt. All his swagger and act and pride didn't chase away the vulnerable boy in him seeking acceptance. He was accepted alright but for all the wrong reasons. The women were only after him for looks and for money and the men either didn't even spare him a second look or spat pride all over him What was he expecting anyway? Warm hugs and friendly kisses? Friendly conversations and people actually concerned about his