Todos os capítulos de Beneath the ice he burns for her: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

Chapter OneFabiola's POV"Nice ass," he grinned, showing a gold tooth as his hand brushed my hip, nearly touching my butt. This time, he didn't pretend it was an accident. I glared at him. He smirked. My hands trembled uncontrollably. I took a deep breath.Music burst through the speakers like a broken dam, and lights pulsed in every color. The air was thick with the scents of perfume, sweat, and alcohol. It was a normal day at the club—a normal day with asshole male customers.“Are you crazy?” I hissed."Come on, sweetheart, don't be shy," he drawled, his fingers tapping the table like a countdown. Oh gosh, if my eyes were guns, he’d be dead.He chuckled. He stretched his hand toward my face. “Don’t be—” I slapped his hand away. He began to laugh.I grabbed the tray off the table and immediately walked away.I ground my teeth. On the inside, I was an erupting volcano. I promised myself that I would defend myself the next time. But here I was being a coward. I let out a deep breath.

Chapter ThreeFabiola’s POVI scooted to the other end of the chair as if it would reduce the distance between us. He opened his eyes, and I swallowed."Aless…Alessandro," I muttered. My hands shook greatly. I used the other one to hold it in place. "Wha…What are you doing in…in town?" I swallowed. My attempt to sound lackadaisical was failing woefully. And since when did I become a stammerer? I tried to crack a smile, but it felt like it would slice my face in half.A flicker of irritation glossed through his face as he uncrossed his legs, then he turned to me. "3 years, Fabiola," he said softly. "3 whole years since we’ve last seen each other, and that is what you ask me?"I swallowed again, staring at my hands. Suddenly, I felt like a child caught stealing, hands in a cookie jar. His smooth voice and his calm demeanor unnerved me. The Alessandro I knew would have been raging by now.All I could look at were my hands. I was tired of the fear all night. My feet hurt, and I badly want

Chapter FiveFabiola’s POVI froze.Was he awake? But he just spoke. Does he sleep talk? I held my breath as I watched Alessandro slowly sit up, and I sat back on the bed, wrapping my arms around me, giving him as much distance as possible. My eyes went wide as he began to stare at me. I quickly looked away.“Erm… is.. is this your bedroom?” I muttered.“Isn’t it obvious?” I stole a glance at him and saw that he rolled his eyes. He was staring at a picture of himself by the bed. I swallowed. He was grumpy. I take it he was not a morning person. My heart was pounding. I clutched the sheets tighter to my chest. What do I do now? What do I say now? Did we… did I…I tried to steal another look, and we locked gaze. I quickly looked away. It felt like the duvet around my body was now made of embarrassment. Alessandro chuckled.“I took your clothes off,” Alessandro drawled. My face went bright red. What!“Oh… okay,” I muttered, unable to look him in the face while clutching the blanket tight