Alessandro’s pov:
Amber is unlike any woman that I’ve met before. All the women that I’ve brought here so far had been engrossed with swiping my card for drinks, dresses, jewelry, and whatnot, but here she is working on her hobby, literally standing out of the crowd.
Her lips are pressed together, nervously as my hand is set on her waist. “We should call it a night,” she says, standing up and adjusting her skirt. “As you wish,” I say as we climb down the flight of stairs hand in hand. We head back home after a short drive. As usual, she goes to bed while I use the bathtub. I want to ask her why she drew Bianca’s portrait, but maybe she doesn't want anyone to know right now, so I’ll keep it that way.
I slip into bed, and we share the same quilt. My hand grabs her fleshy thigh under the sheets. “Alessandro, keep your hands to yourself,” she says trying to escape my grip. “I don’t feel like it,” I tell her, squeezing it harder. Slowly, I move my hand up, tracing every inch of her upper thigh. Her mouth says, “Alessandro..” breathy. I smirk and place my hand back on my chest.
I don’t know what was going through my head when I touched her like that, but it is pure attraction. I feel unarmed when I’m around her. I then turn away and sleep like nothing ever went down. The next day, work goes on as usual. Harlow and I meet at the port. “Any suspicious activity?” He questions the members working there. “Dante, long time,” I shake Dante Jovie’s hand firmly. “Alessandro, my son, how’re you?” He asks returning the handshake with the same intensity. We get on with the pleasantries swiftly and enter a serious discussion.
“The Flavias, having no capo is powerless right now, and no one is willing to step up from the gang. You’ve got to seize this chance and lure them under your force,” Dante says sipping on bourbon. “I’ve had their leader bow down to my feet, do you think they’d do the same?” I ask skeptically. “Yes, I suppose they will because none of them are aware of that,” Dante chuckles. “You need to fly out tonight,” Harlow says, “To secure hold on them, you’ve got to beat the Martinos. I’m sure that they’re out for the hunt already.”
“Thank you for the visit, Dante,” I clench my fists, storm out of the port, and head straight into my convertible. I drive back home, recklessly. As I park my car parallel to the rest, my legs pace up to my room. Santino Martino is always trying his best to provoke me. I am blinded by rage right now, and despite being aware of it, there is nothing that I can do. I pack up to pay the Flavia’s a visit. I stop by the art gallery before flying.
The sight in front of me calms me down. She has transformed this plain and boring shed into an elegant and elite art gallery. I climb up the stairs, hurriedly. As I step inside, I see her ordering people around.
“Kevin, I’d like the food to be placed right here, don’t shift the counters around,” she says pacing here and there, “Alexa, the musicians should be in sync, they can’t miss a single beat.” Amber requests one of the maids to cover every single painting with a piece of golden fabric. “Alessandro, pleasure seeing you here,” Lilly says as she stands right next to me. “Uh-huh,” I say not paying any attention to the sounds coming out of her mouth.
Amber’s very short skirt and her authoritative tone are a real turn-on. “Amber,” I say as I approach her. “Not yet, Mr. Bianchi, I’m busy,” she says, not even looking at me. Lilly breathes down my neck as she says, “That’s disrespectful. You’re going to let your wife treat you that way?” I think of all how I would kiss Amber’s curves right now. “You’re busier with your work and yet, you’ve made it all the way here, but instead of giving you a minute of her time, she’s working on her hobby,” Lilly laughs.
If Amber snaps her fingers like that one more time, I am going to take her across my knee. “Alessandro-” I cut Lilly off by saying, “Lilly, I’d suggest that you remain professional and keep your nose out of my wife and I’s lives. Besides, her work is more important than mine, so go back to assist her, or get ready to be fired.”
As Lilly clicks her heels towards the main door and gets to work, Amber comes up to me and asks, “So, how’s the place?” I say, “It’s great.” She smiles, takes my hand, and guides me around the place, taking time to appreciate the little details. “And this one will be a surprise, for the Bianchis,” Amber says tugging onto the rim of my shirt. Bianca’s portrait, I think to myself. “Amber, you’re done with the work here, we’re flying to Romano tonight,” I tell her as I place my hand on her waist. “No, you can’t interfere with my work, there are many more things that I have to deal with,” she says trying to push my hand off.
“My verdict is the final verdict,” I say, moving my hand lower. “No means no, Mr. Bianchi,” she rolls her eyes. “We will be back on Thursday, you’ll have the whole day to work,” I say walking her out of the hall. “Whatever,” she says as the paparazzi crowd the parking lot. She puts on a smile and answers some nonsensical questions. After that, I drive her home.
While she packs, I ask, “Not bringing your sexy sleepwear along?” Thinking about her in the unicorn-themed pajamas. She says, holding up some red lacey lingerie, “Nope, you’re got to deal with the boring one this time.” Oh, Mrs. Bianchi, once I see you in those, I will not be able to hold myself back. Night arrives and we head to the take-off station.
“This is my first time flying,” she says nervously. “Very well,” I say intertwining my fingers with hers. She looks into my eyes with her bright browns.
“Ken, track the Flavia’s hideout, I need it in less than two hours,” I order him on call, “And ask Garret to gear me up for the mission as soon as I land.” We enter the jet and my patience decreases with every passing second. “Alessandro, why are we heading to Romano?” She asks while admiring the outside view. “For work,” I grit through my teeth.
She sits down right next to me on the cushioned seats and puts on her seatbelt. Then, she pulls out her mini-book and says, “Look, this is the view of your backyard under the moonlight.” It is incredible, her art never fails to get me starstruck. “And this is your hall…” She says as she flips the pages one by one. “This used to be my home,” she traces it with her fingertips for a few seconds before moving to the next one.
“Used to be?” I question out of curiosity. “Yeah, my father kicked me out,” she says without any expression. I clench my fists. “Why?” I ask unintentionally. “To be honest, he didn't give me a solid reason, it was over some petty argument, but then again, maybe he wants to erase my mother’s image from his mind. Me looking like her doesn’t help,” she says, her eyes glued to the cover of the book.
“When did you think about setting up the art gallery?” I ask, taking a sip of the sparkling wine. I say, “My mother and I used to paint together, and it was always her dream to open an art gallery. So, this Friday, during the inauguration…I know she will be smiling down upon me from the crowd of stars.” A tear trickles down her cheek, she turns away immediately and wipes it off her face.
I hate seeing her cry, I can’t take it. “Mrs. Bianchi, come with me,” I hold her hand and lead her to the gun compartment. She quakes in her boots, and I see her losing herself in thought, but I whisper, lowly in her ear, “Amber, today, you will touch these guns, one by one.” Her eyes display fear, so I cover them with a blindfold. “Better?” I ask holding onto her tiny frame. “Ye...Yes,” she stutters.
I stand right behind her and hold both her hands with mine. I press my body against hers and hear a gasp escape her lips. Her hands trace the rifles, shotguns, and handguns. She quivers a couple of times, but as we reach the fifteenth weapon, she is rather calm, and her hands are more curious. “So, this is the trigger, and this is the barrel,” I whisper as her hand moves on the long end of the rifle.
We reach the last gun of the ensemble. “We’re done,” I say taking off her blindfold.
She turns around to face me, her cheeks are a tone of bright pink, and her fingers trace my chest. She tip-toes with her high heels and whispers in my ear, “You missed out on one.” Her hands move lower and lower, and she teases me by clutching my belt, tightly. “Amber..” I whispered as her hands crept into my pants. Her hands trace the elastic band of my boxers as she gently kisses my neck.
Hey everyone! I hope that all of you are doing well! What do you think will happen next? *smirks*
Alessandro’s pov:“Got it!” She says holding onto my concealed gun nervously. She places the gun on the stand behind her and walks away with her rosy cheeks and watery eyes. I chuckle to myself and put the gun right back in its place. Damn, this woman is something else. I regain my composure quickly.Ken messages the details of the location. We landed two hours later. “Mr. Bianchi, here’s the bulletproof vest, and the shotguns as you asked,” Garret gears me up after Amber and I exit the jet. “I need a few men as well,” I tell him as I tighten the vest, “But keep them out of the gang’s sight until and unless they make a wrong move.” “Mrs. Bianchi, meet Garret, my inventory man in Romano,” I say as Garret hands over a case to hold the shotgun. “Pleasure to meet you,” he bows down. She smiles at him, and says, “Likewise.” A chauffeur pulls up at the station, and I say, “Amber, Garret will be around you for protection at the hotel, I will be back in a few hours.” She whispers in my ear
Amber's pov: I kiss him, hard. The sounds that leave my lips in ecstasy merge with that of the waves brushing ashore. My hands wrap around his neck and grip his hair tight. “Don’t stop, Alessandro..” I request him. The moonlight shines bright as we get lost in our world of desires. He pulls away from me, and says, “A good shot for the paparazzi.” I turn around to see a group clicking pictures and our bodyguards tackling them to the ground. That was for the cameras? My legs wiggle as I swim back to the shore. I quickly put on my clothes, grab the keys from his trousers, and race to the bike. I hop right on, put on the helmet, and drive myself back to the hotel. He can crawl back for all I care. I take a cold shower and clear my mind. The bed calls me and I don’t resist. After an hour or so, I hear the door unlock, “Amber?” He asks. I keep my eyes shut, and breathe steadily. He showers and then slides under my sheets and turns my body to face his. “What the hell was that?” He asks ho
Amber’s pov:“Father-in-law! What a pleasant surprise,” Alessandro says shooting one of the men’s hearts. My heart rate spikes up. The other man starts to run away. He walks up to me like he’s my savior, but deep down, we all know that he’s the devil himself.“Bianchi,” Pietro was shaking, “You know that Amber is not going to receive a cent from my multi-million dollar empire, right?” Alessandro nods, and asks, “And you know that you’re not going to receive a cent of my sympathy, right?” No, he can’t have Pietro’s blood on his hands. I walk up to Alessandro, still shaking, and panting. My vision is blurry. Words don’t leave my mouth, but I grip his arm. “Pietro, please leave before you make me do something I’ll probably not regret, but take note of what I say next,” Alessandro says placing his revolvers back in the socket, “If you ever dare to raise an eyebrow at Amber, know that it’ll be your last time seeing the daylight.” Then, he says, “Oh, and try to hire better bodyguards.” An
Alessandro’s pov:Amber flashes a weak smile at Julia. “You’ve got a great one, Alessandro, she plays it cool for the cameras,” Julia chuckles as she stares at me. My hands are ready to knock her out, but her family’s alliance with mine forces me to keep my cool. “Julia, I will not repeat myself, leave,” I say. She winks at me and says, “You know where to find me.” I take Amber’s hand in mine and walk her out of the hall. “Amber, are you okay?” I ask her when I notice that the smile which was there on her face an hour ago is missing. “Yes, I am, because it is normal to have your husband sleeping around with women,” she says avoiding eye contact. “Did I ever pledge you my loyalty?” I ask her as I turn on the engine. “No, you did not, but what if someone saw you with them?” She asks looking straight ahead. “Them?” I question in confusion. “Lilly and Julia,” she says buckling up. “I’ve only slept with Lilly once, and it was a month ago,” I scoff, “We weren’t even together back then.” S
Amber’s voice is shaky as she says, “What do you mean?” She knew exactly what he meant, but she wanted to hear him say it. Alessandro smirks, and he moves away from her, although it took every fiber in his body to walk away, he did. Right before setting foot out of the room, he says, “Get ready, I’ll be waiting outside.”Amber gets her breathing steady and takes her sweet time to suppress her wicked thoughts. She dresses herself up in the gear that he had left on the bed. She rings Lilly. “Today is your day off,” she says. “Oh, but I’m already waiting outside,” Lilly says in a rather unsettling tone. “Well, you’ve got to leave,” Amber says before ending the call.Alessandro and Amber eat breakfast together in a nearby cafe. They order pancakes and Amber makes sure to tease him by asking the waiter for honey. Then, she traces the honey all over her lips and licks it slowly. Alessandro gapes for a split second as she recalls their first kiss. Amber’s pov:Two can play the game, Mr. Bia
Amber's pov: “Amber, is this not a good time?” Bianca asks from the other side of the door. I use her as my route to escape from my world of desires. “I’ll be there in a few minutes, Bee,” I tell her looking right at his perfectly sculpted face. “Later, Mr. Bianchi,” I whisper into his ear before taking off. As I freshen up, I think about how Alessandro always gets me worked up, but this time, I turned the arrow towards him despite his try at shooting it towards me. I step out of the room and see Bianca seated at the table. For the first time, there is no sign of pain on her face. I feel glad that she has made it this far. “Bianca, what did you have to talk about?” I ask as I sit down right next to her. “Be honest with me when I ask you this,” she asks with a shimmer of hope in her eyes, “Is my face asymmetric?” I take her hands in mine, and say, “Your face might be symmetric, or asymmetric, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that you accept yourself for who you are.
Alessandro’s pov: The Next Day: Last night, we didn’t go any further than kissing, and yet she’s all I want. I’ve never felt that kind of magnetism with anyone else. She stopped me right before I unbuckled my belt, and although every inch of my body wanted to feel her body against mine, I stopped and let her go. Ever since I’ve gone to bed, the scene repeats in my head constantly, and I haven't slept a wink. She’s off to work already, but I am hesitant to get out of bed, which is very unlike me. I take a warm shower and get ready. I am slacking on my schedule for the first time in years, and I don’t regret it. I reach the Pentanova’s house. We meet in the study. The room has an antique touch to it with gramophones, ancient bookshelves with cobwebs, and whatnot. “Javed,” I greeted him with a handshake, “Any leads?” He lets out a low sigh, and says, “No, not yet, but something interesting has been discovered.” He orders everyone to leave the room. “We both know that Amos had grea
Amber’s pov:I didn't want to start with topics involving his father, I’d rather stick to the relationships as of now. “At what age did you have your first girlfriend?” I asked placing my hands on my thighs. “I’ve never had a girlfriend,” he says with a sharp tone. “So you’re the one-night stand kind of guy?” I ask shaking my legs. “Not necessarily, let's just say I hadn't found the right woman,” he says with a smirk. “What about you?” He asks curiously. “I’ve had a few...My first one was when I was eighteen, he was an artist,” I say, taking a sip of the champagne. “How did you break up?” He asks. “He cheated on me,” I say as the waiter serves us. “His loss,” he says picking up the fork. Just to put him through a little test, I say, “I wouldn’t blame him, I wasn't ready to take things to the bedroom.” He is taken aback by my response, then he says, “That is not a reason to cheat on someone.” Yeah, he passed. I ask interrogatively, “Would you wait for me?” He smirks, “I would, but I