تسجيل الدخولAndrea's POVMy hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer even though we were already pressed together. His lips moved against mine with a desperate intensity that stole my breath, like he'd been starving for this and couldn't hold back anymore.The kiss deepened, his tongue sweeping against my bottom lip, and I opened for him without thinking. The taste of him flooded my senses—mint and coffee and something uniquely Dante that made my head spin.His hand slid from my jaw into my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, angling my head so he could kiss me deeper. A small sound escaped my throat—half gasp, half moan—and I felt him shudder against me.This was nothing like I'd imagined a first kiss would be. This wasn't sweet or gentle or tentative. This was desperate and hungry and consuming, like we were both trying to pour weeks of pent-up tension and want into this single moment.His other hand moved from my waist to my lower back, pressing me impossibly closer. I could feel e
Andrea’s POVHis voice stopped me in my tracks. He still hadn't turned around, still had his back to me, but somehow he'd known I was there.I stood frozen in the doorway, torn between running and staying."Andrea." Now he did turn, and even from several feet away, I could see the intensity in his dark eyes. "Please. Don't leave."Something in his voice—the rawness, the vulnerability—made my feet move forward instead of back. I walked through the French doors and onto the balcony, stopping a few feet away from him."How did you know I was there?" I asked quietly."I always know when you're near me." He said it simply, like it was an undeniable fact. "I heard about your mom. Luca told me." He paused, his jaw clenching. "I'm so sorry, Andrea."The genuine concern in his voice, the softness in his eyes, was my undoing. All the fear and panic and terror I'd been holding back since Luca had told me the news came rushing to the surface.A tear slipped down my face, then another, and then I
Andrea's POV"I know you do. That's why I already arranged everything." Luca reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, showing me a screen with flight details. "My private jet is fueled and ready at Teterboro. We can leave whenever you're ready."Relief and gratitude flooded through me, mixing with the fear and panic. "Thank you. Thank you so much.""You're family, Andrea. Of course I'm going to take care of you." He squeezed my shoulder. "Go pack whatever you need. I'll have Dante drive us to the airport."At the mention of Dante's name, something twisted in my chest, but I pushed it away. This wasn't about him. This wasn't about hurt feelings or complicated attraction or any of that. This was about my mother."Okay." I was already moving toward my closet, my mind racing. "Okay, I'll pack. Just give me ten minutes.""Take your time. The plane isn't going anywhere without you." Luca headed for the door, then paused. "Andrea? She's going to be okay. I really believe that."I wa
Andrea's POVThe rest of the week, I behaved exactly as Dante wanted me to act. Professional and distant.It was easier than I'd expected, honestly. Easier to shut down, to build walls, to become the polite, emotionless stranger he'd made it clear he wanted me to be. I stopped asking questions. Stopped trying to engage him in conversation. Stopped looking at him with anything other than cool indifference.When he drove me places—which Luca still insisted on, much to both our displeasure—I sat in the passenger seat and stared out the window in silence. When he stood nearby while I explored museums or bookstores or walked through Central Park, I pretended he didn't exist. When our eyes accidentally met across a room, I looked away immediately, my expression carefully blank.I became exactly what he'd accused me of being that day in the food court: a spoiled college girl who was just passing time until she could go home.Except I wasn't spoiled, and I wasn't just passing time. I was prot
Dante’s POVLeft, right, left, right. Over and over, putting all my strength behind each punch. My knuckles split after the first few minutes, blood smearing across the bag, but I didn't stop.I kept seeing her face. The way she'd looked at me in the food court when I'd taken that fry from her hand. The heat in her eyes, the slight parting of her lips, the flush on her cheeks.Left hook. Right cross.The way she'd challenged me in the store, telling those girls I was gay with that defiant tilt to her chin. Standing up for herself even if her method was completely insane.Uppercut. Jab.The way she'd looked sitting on that bed while I bandaged her knees. Vulnerable and strong at the same time. Trusting me to take care of her even though she had no reason to trust someone like me.Combination. Harder. Faster.The way her skin had felt under my palm. Soft and warm and perfect. The way she'd trembled slightly when I'd touched her thigh. The way those blue eyes had darkened with want.I hi
Dante's POVSeeing the hurt look on Andrea's face hurt me more than I cared to admit.The words I'd said to her had been cruel. Deliberately cruel. I'd watched her face crumble with each cutting phrase, watched the light in those blue eyes dim and then go out completely. Watched her blink back tears that she refused to let fall in front of me.And every single word had felt like swallowing glass.I hadn't meant them. Not a single fucking one.But she needed to hear them.She needed to believe that what had happened between us in her room was nothing. That I didn't think about her constantly. That I hadn't spent the past five days avoiding her because being near her made me want things I had no right to want.She needed to think I was an asshole who saw her as nothing more than an annoying obligation. Because that was safer. For both of us.I didn't want her thinking I was like the prince charming in her romantic novels. I wasn't. I was a dangerous man and I was bad news. My hands were
Dahlia’s POVI was having lunch with Andrea in the dining room when Luca walked in. The sight of him made me pause mid-bite. He never came home this early—especially not in the middle of the day. Usually, he was away handling business or in one of his endless meetings. Seeing h
Dahlia’s POVLuca stayed close to me, his hand resting at the small of my back as I leaned over the counter to look at the flavors. “Hmm,” I said thoughtfully. “Chocolate or strawberry?”“Vanilla,” Luca said simply.I turned to him and grinned. “You seem like a vanilla guy.”He gave me a look. “You
Dahlia’s POVAfter Luca left that morning, the mansion felt too still—like even the air was waiting for something to happen. I tried to read, but the words on the page blurred together. Tried to clean up a little, but that only made the silence worse. I even made coffee, hoping it would distract m
Dahlia’s POVI turned slowly and saw him—the same guy who had sent the champagne earlier. He was taller up close, maybe in his early thirties, with slicked-back hair and a cocky grin that made my skin crawl. His eyes raked over me in a way that made me want to disappear.“I told the waiter to take







