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 uppe

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

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 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.

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