Amber never comes back to Alessandro. Instead, Liam comes forward. “Mr. Bianchi?” He asks. Alessandro nods. “Your wife wants the painting,” he demands. “Ask her to come and get it,” Alessandro hands over his business card. Liam walks back in vain and reports to Amber. She rolls her eyes and trashes the card. “Madam…Amber, we need the painting,” Liam adjusts his clothes as he speaks. “I know, and I will get it,” her eyes glow. “I’ve never asked, but what’s the relationship status between you and your husband?” He questions. This was something that Amber wanted to keep secret, so she says, “Your question answers your question.” Then, they go on about the schedule, days and nights come and go, and finally, Thursday arrives. “Amber, let’s leave,” Liam says, decked up in a suit. “Sure,” she says as she steps out of her stylist’s room. She puts on the necklace before setting foot out of her flat. “How’s my new flat?” Amber questions as they step into the elevator. “Artistic,” Liam say
Alessandro’s pov: “We’re at the brand launch event of Amber Bianchi, a well-established businesswoman, three-time Best Artist Award winner, successful art gallery owner with ten branches across the globe, and the wife of Alessandro Bianchi. The name, one that everyone has anticipated eagerly…It is Guns and Brushes.” I smile to myself as I turn off the TV. Not only because of how proud I am to be called her husband but also because of the brand name. Damn, this woman can stay far away from me and still make my heart flutter like never before. My phone rings. “Alessandro…My birthday is in two days, how’s the party organization coming along?” Bianca asks. “Hello to you too, my sister. And about that, everything is going very well,” I tell her. “How’s Amber?” I question. “She’s a little lonely, but she’s a strong woman, so she can live without you,” Bianca chuckles. “I know, I know,” I sigh. Bianca has been updating me about Amber, so I never slack on any detail, for the past four mon
TW: Mature Content (If you feel uncomfortable reading it, I've put the synopsis in the note section, so skip the reading and go straight to the notes) “I will beat you…” Amber whispers leaning close to Alessandro after they begin, “So, back out if you’re afraid.” Alessandro chuckles saying, “You’re a lightweight, I’m aware of that.” She rolls her eyes at him as she downs shot after shot continuously. Ken and Emma were engrossed in a conversation at the other end of the hall. Alessandro gives her tough competition. After five rounds, Amber stops, saying, “I’m done, you win.” Alessandro smirks at her as he downs his last shot. “Checkmate,” he chuckles as he drops the glass on the counter. Both of them felt drowsy. Bianca whispered to Amber, “You should head back to the flat…It’s pretty late, thanks for coming.” She leads her out to her driver. “Happy birthday, Bee,” Amber shoots two thumbs up to her. As Amber gets in the car, Bianca gestures to the driver to wait. Bianca runs b
Amber’s pov: My head hurts. I am unable to open my eyes. I trace my lips…Dried saliva and swollen. My eyes open. I see Alessandro next to me; naked. No. No. I recall a few moments from last night. No. I told him that I…I love him. I plant my palm on my face. Sheesh. My legs and my whole lower body feel sore. Ugh, I better take a shower…I’ll deal with him later. As the water flows against my body, I think about last night and a wave of satisfaction washes over me. It felt good. So good. I missed him so much. I wrap myself in a towel and walk out. I look at myself in the mirror. There are hickeys near my belly button. I quickly cover them up with foundation. After dressing up, I turn to look at him. He looks like he’s at peace. He’s sleeping like an angel. But I need to wake him up, he needs to leave. Last night was a mistake. A good mistake, but it can’t happen again. Not until he apologizes to me and changes my stubborn mind. Two years is a long time, it’s the least that I de
Saturday The day was sunny and cloudy. The waves were calm. Amber and Alessandro were engrossed in their canvas in their respective places. She painted half of an icy heart, and he painted half of one which was fiery. Their eyelids were heavy, but they didn’t care, they needed to finish what they had started. At Alessandro’s Place “Ken,” Alessandro’s sleeplessness audible from his voice, “I need you to help me with a few arrangements.” Ken listens carefully as Alessandro lists out everything in detail. “I’ll let you know when it’s done,” Ken ends the call with that. Alessandro continues with his piece of art. At Amber’s Place “Amber,” Liam says from the other end of the line, “I’ve heard that Mr. Bianchi has not only set up a new branch of his office here but rather he has also halted here in a beach house.” Amber moves the brush away from the canvas. “Good for him, business expansion I guess,” she mutters. She knew that he had come here for her. “I’m sure that’s the only reas
Alessandro’s pov: My ears take note of the sound of the waves brushing ashore before my eyes open. As beautiful as the scene in front of my eyes is, waking up to her every day would be a blessing. Last night, she told me that she wanted to take things slow, and I respect that. The last time, we did everything in the reverse order of what is considered normal but this time, we’ll do it properly. I will ask her out on a date this week. “Ken,” I ring him up, “Thank you for yesterday’s arrangement.” Then, I get on with the day’s usual regime. Thursday “Amber, that was mind-blowing. All your hard work has paid off. This will be known as your best walk,” Liam tells Amber as she enters the backstage area. “Liam’s right, that was incredible, Mrs. Bianchi,” the head of the organizers, Vera Haldez tells her. “I always save the best for the last,” Amber utters, laughing. “It hurts me to know that this is where our journey ends…I wish you’d have agreed to extend the contract,” Vera expr
Amber’s pov: “Amber, let me cook,” Alessandro says ducking away from my arms and back to the cutting counter. “Let me help you out,” I suggest. “No, Mrs. Bianchi, I want to do this for you,” he says, picking up the vegetables that lie in front of him. I stand back, admiring each move of his as he slices, dices, and chops. “The date was extravagant, Alessandro,” I let him know. “Thank you,” he chuckles as he begins boiling the veggies. I’ve noticed that he smiles more often nowadays, which makes me happy. “Where’s Harlow?” I question out of curiosity. “He’s the new capo now, so he’s super busy,” Alessandro’s face frowns for a quick second as he says that. “Oh, I see,” I tell him…That’ll be a topic for another day. As his back muscles are exposed to me, many thoughts cloud my mind. His upper body is free of all the scars that he had two years ago, sure there are faint marks and traces here and there, but it’s a lot better than the first time that I saw them. I admired his body,
Amber’s eyes are quick to betray her, and the waterworks fill up, she believes him, but she doesn’t trust her. However, she doesn’t budge, curious to see what happens next. Alessandro frowns at Julia, growling, “You’re with him, at least learn to stay loyal.” She chuckles, asking, “How can I when you’re single again?” “Julia, stay within your limits,” Alessandro pushes himself away from her ordering, “Get out.” Harlow enters the scene, “Amber!” He greets her with a cunning smirk. Amber turns her attention to Harlow and Alessandro walks up to her. “So, you’re back in my little brother’s life, to ruin everything once again,” Harlow snarls. Amber rolls her eyes, saying, “I guess you’ve got some catching up to do.” Harlow chuckles, “I know that you’re innocent or whatever, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re not right for Alessandro.” “Harlow, you don’t decide who’s right or wrong for me. She’s my choice,” Alessandro chimes in. “Whatever, she burnt you once, it’s not long unt