Zander’s POVWe are almost at Morgan’s bungalow, and I’m dreading letting go of Isabella’s hand. We’ve laughed and talked on the ten-minute walk along the beach.“Where is your high school, Izzy?” I asked.“I go to an all-girls prep school in New York. Papa has strict rules about letting people know the name of it. Mafia stuff, you know,” she said, shrugging.“Is it hard to be a family in the Mafia?” I questioned.“Yes, you have a very limited lifestyle,” Isabelle sighed. “I wish I were just a normal girl. Then I could choose who I get to date, kiss, and marry.”“You still have two of those options,” I stated.Isabella blushed, “According to my Papa, I have no choice in any of them.”“Well, he doesn’t need to know, does he?” I smirked.“I don’t know if I can keep it from him,” Isabella revealed.“Really, it’s up to you what you want more,” I explained. “If you want something so bad, it’s easy to keep the secret.”“I guess that’s true,” Isabella said, smiling.We arrived at the part of
Isabella’s POVI hardly slept last night. I was so excited to spend part of the day exploring with Zander, but first I needed to survive a pedicure and manicure appointment with shrieker and squealer.“Bella,” Mama said. “What color do you think your Papa would like?”“I really like the coral color, very tropical and appropriate for here,” I commented.“Coral it is. What color are you doing?” Mama asked.I already knew. Zander had said he liked Caribbean blue, so I pulled up the color on my phone and asked the nail technician if she had a color similar to it. Arlene, the nail technician, said she could match it exactly.“I’m going blue, like the sea,” I replied.“I love it, mia Bella,” Mama gushed.I hope Zander will love it too.“I want the same color as Bella, Mama,” Marcella announced.“Are you sure, Celly?” Mama questioned.“Yes, absolutely,” my sister nodded.“I’m having pink, because I’m a princess and princesses always wear pink,” Eliza declared matter-of-factly.“Then I want p
Isabella’s POVOH MY GOSH! Zander said he ‘likes’ me and we held hands. I may not be able to sleep tonight. I wish I could get my stupid phone to work. I can’t get reception, or I’d text him right now. I’ll have to find out the wifi password tomorrow. I need a drink and some of that chocolate mousse from supper. “Denise, I’m heading downstairs for something to eat,” I advised her. “Do you want anything?”“If they have any fruit salad left, I would love some,” Denise replied.“Ok, I’ll be back in 15 minutes or so,” I advised and walked out the door.I quietly walked down the stairs on the way to the kitchen. There was definitely a skip in my step from the recent Zander ‘moment’, and I was singing.“It’s raining men, hallelujah… It’s raining men, A…a…men,” I belted out as I pushed the kitchen door open. Then I froze in my tracks. There in the kitchen, with a big smile on his face, was Zander. He was sitting at the counter, eating mousse. I turned the color of a beet.“Umm… Sorry,” I
Isabella’s POVI kept taking little sneaky glances at Zander during dinner. The best thing, though, was that I felt like he was trying to look at me in secret as well. Isabella, stop talking nonsense to yourself. You and Zander are just friends. However, he did try to hold my hand at the pool. Maybe there is something there. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.After supper, all the kids were taken upstairs to the suites — one for the girls and one for the boys. I think, honestly, Zander gets the better end of the stick in this case. Marco is 13 years old, and Logan is 14 years old. They are practically self-sufficient. Meanwhile, I’m over here with Marcella, who is 7 years old, and Eliza, who is 6 years old (she has mentioned her birthday was this month, four times already). Or as I like to call them, shrieker and squealer. Man, are they loud! I wish my bedroom weren’t next to theirs - yes, two of them are in the same bedroom. I’ll need to find earplugs. Thank goodness that they
Zander’s POVAs the transfer got closer to the main house, I felt my pulse racing. I’m looking forward to seeing Isabella. Just having her in the same room is enough for me right now. I wonder if she’s looking forward to seeing me. I really hope so, because it would be totally crappy if the feelings were one-sided. We’ve talked almost every night since the first night we texted, so I get the feeling she likes me too.The transfer stops outside the front entrance to the main building. I feel like I’m going to throw up, because I’m so nervous.“Breathe, Zander,” Logan laughed. “Just be yourself, she’ll love you.”“Thanks, buddy,” I grinned.Nathan and Amelie walked through the door first. Morgan and Dutton followed. Eliza was looking at the flowers around the front door, and Logan literally had to drag her inside. I walked in last, and a short version of Isabella immediately stopped me. Well, not exactly the same as Isabella, but you could tell it was her mother.“You must be the infamo
Zander’s POVWe just picked up Logan at boarding school, and Nathan surprised us all with a trip to his private island. Then, not even two minutes later, I just overheard Nathan and Amelie discussing the fact that Salvatore Aventini and his family were coming to the island.Holy Fuck! I’m going to see Isabella! I get to hang out with her and maybe, just maybe, she’ll let me kiss her. She keeps saying she hopes her first kiss isn’t with Antonio DeMarco, so maybe I can convince her that I’m a better choice. I honestly have wanted to kiss her from the first minute I met her. The more we talk to each other on text, the more I know she was meant to be with me. She is constantly on my mind, and I need to find a way to make her mine. I honestly have been thinking about her so much, my dick is starting to get sore from how much I’ve been jerking off. She sent me a couple of pictures of herself lying in bed, and just thinking about the pictures makes me hard.“What are you thinking about, Zand