Alessandro Moretti's lips are soft and warm, and everything I imagined it would feel like. He doesn't take the kiss further though, he just holds his lips firmly on mine for a beat before letting me go, his eyes melted chocolate on mine. "From here on out I'm the only man that touches you, do you understand?" His voice is deeper than what I've heard before and I'm so enthralled by him, all I do is nod in agreement. Maybe it's the Jane in me wanting to find her Tarzan, but I've never been speechless before. Or maybe it's because this is officially my first kiss. That is if I don't count Jimmy kissing me and then calling me names afterwards in the second grade. He holds the door open for me and I get in, clutching my backpack. I watch as he rounds the car and it strikes me that people are looking. I'm sure they're always looking whenever Alessandro makes an appearance, plus he's looking divine in his navy business suit. "Why are you following me?" I ask yet again as he gets

This is the third time I'm riding in this car, which I now know is a Mustang GT something. Yeah, I've now looked up everything I could find of Alessandro Moretti online. He has a brother who is four years older, who also works for the Moretti company. The question is, why did the older Moretti brother not take over when their father retired? The father is re-married to a woman more than twenty years younger than him. I looked up her I*******m handle, she looks like a gold digger to me. Too much make-up, and too much plastic surgery. His mother's whereabouts are unknown. She hasn't been seen in the city in the last fifteen years. Where the hell is she? Dead perhaps? Killed by the father for a younger mistress. I'll probably be killed next. I should send Phoebe a farewell text, tell her to stop making stupid mistakes and tell her that I love her. Alessandro is bristling next to me. I can tell in the hard set of his jaw and the frown between his eyebrows. I expect him to dr

There's complete silence in the room. This is probably the part where he tells me he changed his mind and doesn't want anything to do with me anymore. Because in a lot of ways, I'm still a child, probably a far cry from the women he usually spends his time with. Men like him have women throwing themselves at him. I've never felt as nervous as I do in this moment. It feels like I was dead before he bulldozed his way into my monochrome life. "Why not?" He finally breaks the silence. "You are gorgeous, you can't tell me no guy has ever made advances." I shrug, exhaling. "I never said that, did I?" "So why not?" "Because I've never been interested in anyone before you." There, I said it. I probably shouldn't lay all my cards on the table. This evening taught me that I should always have some leverage. Before I know what's happening, I'm flat on my back with Alessandro above me. My hands immediately go to his muscled biceps, my chest heaving as if I've just run ten miles. His hair

The man sitting across from me is an anomaly. Just when I think I have him figured out, he surprises me again. This is what I know now. Alessandro Moretti is far more powerful and connected than I initially thought. And he knows everything about me. I should feel worried about that, but oddly I'm not. I've been hiding who I was from the world for so long now, that the thought that someone might understand me, has me feeling all types of way. The only person who truly knows me is Phoebe, and she has tried her very best through the years to keep me out of trouble and intact. Could it be that he would accept me for who I am? The real me? Do I dare find out? We're currently sitting in a very luxurious private jet and I'm nervous as fuck. Not because of the luxury or because this is my very first time on a plane, but because I might let go of my steely resolve and see where this thing might go. A beautiful flight attendant stops next to my chair as soon as the pilot announ

Phoebe is lights out on the plane, her head in my lap. I knew her moving in with that guy was bad news, I'm going to have to find her some purpose in life so she doesn't have to feel the need to get validation from a man. She's beautiful and insanely talented with a make-up brush, I'm sure that can get her somewhere in life. I can feel Alessandro's gaze on my face, so I look up and meet his eyes. There's a new intensity when he looks at me, but he hasn't spoken to me after kissing me in the bathroom. My lips are still swollen from that kiss. It wasn't like the gentle kiss we shared earlier on his couch, this kiss was all-consuming, violent. "Thank you for this." I tell him softly. "I don't know what I would've done without you tonight." That's the one thing I've always tried avoiding in my life. Never ask anyone for anything, so you never owe them shit, but my debt is piling up when it comes to Alessandro Moretti. And I don't think he's the kind of man you want to owe. He smil