CHAPTER 7

Alessandro's POV

As I got up today, I prepared and went to the warehouse with some of my men. We were there for around four hours.

In the wake of making sure that my shipments were all available, we went back to my club. I dealt with a lot of paper work in my office while the folks really look at the club to ensure that everything was set for another busy night.

We remained there for two or three hours, busying ourselves calling it a day. At the point when we returned home, I could smell all the food being made in the kitchen.

The folks headed out in different directions to do who knows which while I preferred to go to my room and wash up.

As I was remaining in the shower, I began pondering the previous night.

After I had gone back into the club, I strolled directly to my office and glanced through her envelope to get her name.

Della Anderson.

I sat in my seat and began contemplating her. She's certainly a lovely lady... I can't lie about that. I could gaze into her emerald green eyes for a really long time and never get exhausted. She looked far more gorgeous in her dark short skirt and tank top.

Then, at that point, I recollect what happened before and I set her file aside on my desk before getting up and leaving my office looking for Dario. I spot him talking and playing with some blonde lady in a corner.

I stop before them and point my thumb behind me as I tell the young lady, "Leave."

She promptly stands up and leaves, leaving me with Dario.

"What on earth did you do to that lady yesterday?" I ask, putting both of my hands level down on the table.

"I didn't do anything to her. She was being a damn bother." He answers in an exhausted tone before taking a sip of the drink in front of him.

I squeeze the extension of my nose and let him know in a harsh tone, "You're not permitted even close to her  anymore. On the chance that I really do see you close to her, I'll send your silly ass to the hospital."

He knows better not to answer back at me. The possibility of him disturbing her in any capacity disturbs me for reasons unknown. I believed her words when she disrespectfully told me what transpired between them yet I additionally realize that Dario wouldn't take it excessively far.

The picture of her glimmers in my brain and I intellectually moan. I can see the reason why he would be keen on her. In any case, he reserved no option to continue to meddle with her after she previously told him no.

I quickly drop the thoughts of her only to look down to see my dick rock hard and pounding. Fuck, I was just thinking of her and I'm as of now hard. I fold my hand over my dick and begin stroking, shutting my eyes and envisioning that it's her hand all things being equal.

About an hour after I finish showering, I put on something else for supper and make a beeline for the dinning area.

During the whole supper, everybody present discussed various things. We giggled at old stories, messed with one another, and generally lived it up with loved ones. Indeed, with the individuals who were here.

When it was the ideal opportunity for me to leave, I stood up from the table and said thanks to every individual who prepared the food. I said my farewells to the people who were leaving for the evening and went upstairs to prepare for my return to the club.

My chest fluttered a little at the possibility of returning to the club this evening. Why? I have no fucking thought. I’m only hoping to just see somebody in particular.

Della's POV

The following morning, I got up right on time to prepare for the day and cook breakfast.

As I was drinking my espresso in the kitchen, I heard Daisy take out a seat. I turn around and see her taking a seat at the table, wearing her nightgown while she was holding Tom in her left arm and scouring her languid eyes with her right hand.

"Hello, mama." She acknowledges me with a yawn.

I grin and place a plate of breakfast before her, "Great morning, bubbles. Aunt Nat is coming over later to enjoy thanksgiving with us."

Her drowsiness is quickly gone and her face sparkles with energy, "Can I please assist you with making our food, mom?"

I giggle a bit and say, "OK, bubbles. After you finish eating, you can assist me with cooking. Then, at that point, I'll clean up and prepare you."

She grins happily and gets back to having her morning meal. I understand the reason why she was so energized. From the time that she was brought into the world as of not long ago, she's never known nor experienced what an ordinary occasion ought to be like.

She's never had Thanksgiving dinner with her loved ones. No turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, ham, rolls, crushed potato, sauce, or whatever other food that is made on thanksgiving.

She's never had a Christmas with individuals who love her. No Christmas tree, lights, presents, Christmas dinner, stockings, gingerbread houses, or even a sweets stick.

We have both lived with a horrendous past yet special times of year were just plain terrible. We never celebrated on the grounds that I didn't maintain that she should recall the horrendous occasions which occurred when that should be the greatest days of all time.

I explained to Daisy about special times of year after we got comfortable in the living room. Since we were away from him, I believed she should experience what these occasions ought to be like.

Hours pass and it's five pm now. Daisy and I wrapped up preparing our thanksgiving dinner and are at present watching Charlie Brown. The sound of a knock on the door interrupts us and I already know who is at the door.

I'm welcomed with a grinning Natalie, "Happy Thanksgiving!"

She encloses me by a warm embrace and I answer while embracing her back, "Hello, Nat."

"I brought wine." She says as she waves it up in the air with a smile all over.

I chuckle and grab the wine bottle from her hand, "You really do recall that we work this evening, right?"

She sucks her lips and says, "OK, yes... but we will not drink the entire wine. We're about to have a tad."

"Aunt Nat!!" Daisy screams leaping off the sofa and running towards Nat.

"Hello, Dai. I missed you, darling." Nat answers as she gets her and twirls her around.

"I missed you, as well. I assisted mother with preparing the food." Daisy gladly tells her while guiding her thumb toward her chest.

"Is that right? Does it taste as great as it smells?" Nat asks while slowly squeezing Daisy's cheeks.

Daisy laughs and says, "No, it tastes surprisingly better."

The two of them take a seat at the table while I serve them their plates. Daisy is in the middle among me and Nat.

"Along these lines, Della. What precisely happened the previous evening before you left?" Nat inquires from me while drinking a huge gulp of her wine.

"Goodness, I at long last met the owner of the club." I answer before to taking a nibble of my food.

She raises her eyebrow and stares at me with an unusual look, "Really? You met Alessandro?"

"No doubt, I mean... I didn't have a clue that that’s his name." I shrug my shoulder and eat.

Nat delicately puts her wine down and cocks her head at me, "Tall, loads of tattoos, fine body, and hot as fu-"

"Aunt Nat!" Daisy interrupts her before she could complete her sentence. "You were going to say a terrible word."

We both giggle and I shake my head while grinning delicately, "Right, Nat. That is him."

"So what happened the previous evening?" She questions me before gulping her food.

"Very honestly, this person wouldn't let me be so I crushed a beer bottle on his head and he began hollering. Then before I know it, I bump into somebody's chest. At the point when I look up, Alessandro was standing there looking terribly handsome." I tell her the events of previous evening, still upset by the memory. "He really made it look like I was at fault so I just walked away. Then, at that point, when I left, he followed me outside and kind of..."

"Sort of what?" She asks me when I trail off, inclining nearer as though I'm going to confess to her some highly confidential information.

"Played with me, I guess?" I answer, more as an inquiry.

She simply gazes at me for around ten seconds before she makes a sound as if to speak and inquires, "How precisely did he play with you?"

"I'd prefer not to mention the gory details." I tell her while looking at Daisy briefly, then, at that point, back at Nat. She likewise takes a gander at Daisy who is by all means busying herself with her food.

"Dai, how have you been doing lately?" Nat asks her, redirecting the conversation which I'm happy for because I truly didn't need Daisy making inquiries about any man at this moment.

We spent the remainder of our night eating, talking, playing prepackaged games, and watching a movie. After Daisy said goodnight to her Aunt Nat, I put her to bed and we both prepared for work before Molly came over.

Around two hours into my shift, Nat and I are standing at the bar conversing with Fedele. I unexpectedly have this feeling like somebody is watching me. My eyes check the group until I spot Alessandro standing alone in an isolated corner with a glass of wine in his hands.

Damn, he looks great.

His eyes are on me and he's watching me like an eager lion would watch his prey preparing to attack the second his prey made any sign of taking off. I look back and Fedele gives me a tray with four wine glasses.

"Table five." He says as he resumes arrangement of more glasses and making more cocktail drinks.

I hold the tray cautiously with two hands and head towards table five. Heading back to the bar is somewhat difficult. Honestly, it's truly jam-packed this evening.

Just barely getting through individuals in general, I at last come to a space that was not really swarmed. I take a full breath in and begin strolling again however that was stopped when I crash into someone and lose my balance.

I feel a couple of arms fold over my midriff as I mistakenly drop the tray . I immediately fold my own arms over the man's neck to balance myself so I wouldn't fall. I understand who it is that is holding me immediately when his scent hit my nose.

His body feels soo good on mine. I have a solid sense of security and protection in his arms. I genuinely never wanted him to let me go. He moves his head back a tad to check my face out.

"You ought to be more cautious, il mio amore. If  it was any other person who got you, I would've needed to break their hands for daring to touch you." He says in a low and profound voice.

I see his mouth and unknowingly chomp my lower lip. I sort of need to taste his lips.

They look so delicate. What is it about this man? I've just met him once... two times that’s if we are counting today.

His eyes look at my base lip that is between my teeth and he delicately snatches my lips before shifting my head up to meet his face. He then sets my lip free from my teeth with his thumb.

Alessandro inclines his head down to mine. I somewhat part my mouth and he stops similarly as his lips were about an inch from close to mine.

"Try not to test my patience level, love. I'm making a solid attempt to control myself for you yet I will not hold back to toss you behind me and take your lovely ass in my office." He says with a serious tone.

I murmur and make a sound as if to speak with the goal that my voice doesn't sound high when I speak, "I ought to return to work, Boss."

I discharge myself from his hold, get the tray that fell from my hand and head back to the bar. I feel his eyes on me the whole time as I leave.

I ought to avoid him. He seems like a challenge I have to deal with and my mind is advising me to run the alternate way. The problem now is that, for how long will I keep avoiding him when he is my boss?