Semua Bab The Pensive Gentleman: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Angelica I pace back and forth in the room so much the carpet should have grooves in it now.Marciano left almost forty minutes ago, but I’ve been stuck on the same thought.Weighing my options, I don’t have as many restrictions as I did before, but now there’s a higher risk of them figuring out what I’m doing.Gypsy especially.He’s indeed more protective of me than Ky is because he goes everywhere with me, but I just can’t shake the feeling that he’ll be the first to rat me out. I pause, my eyes finding Marciano’s card on the bed. “What if I tell him I’m going shopping?” I mutter. It makes sense because Marciano’s card will prove it’s totally alright, but there are barely any boutiques or shopping malls there, plus Gypsy wouldn’t let me go shopping alone.I let out a breath, already feeling defeated.“I’ll figure something out,” I say to encourage myself, but deep down I don’t think this will work. Still, I hop into the shower for a quick wash, and afterwards I get dressed in a p

Angelica I can’t concentrate.I’ve been going back and forth between the same two pages over the past hour now, and yet I can’t get Marciano’s angry voice out of my head. I also can’t wrap my head around why he’d been so angry.‘You’re lucky you didn’t go there to meet him, Angelica. Also very fucking lucky you didn’t try to—’He’d said. What was he going to say? That I didn’t try to do what?I close my study book, burying my head in my hands.Marciano is hard to figure out. I’ve known this, but I’ve also never been left so confused by him before.He was so angry yet he pressed into me, and held me like I belong against him.‘Don’t make me keep you locked up here again. I’m not a very patient man.’ He meant that. And that’s what scares me.Because if he decides to keep me locked up like he said, my escape from this life and this marriage might be a little more difficult.I shake my head.That can’t happen. I won’t let it. I don’t care what I have to do, but I won’t go back to living

Angelica Something warm and soft lands on my forehead. It sends a sweet sensation down my entire body to my toes, so much that I can’t help but pull myself out of sleep.Marciano.He’s sitting on the edge of my side of the bed, leaning towards me with a blank expression on his face.I stare at him, confused, wondering why he’s so close…then everything hits.The memory from last night. The moaning, the licking, the touching, everything. My eyes widen immediately. Last night happened with neither alcohol nor excuses to hide behind.Willingly, I surrendered myself to this man last night.But, what does he want from me now?As if hearing my thoughts, he leans forward again and places a kiss on my forehead, that blank expression still sitting on his face.The last time we were intimate, I’d been so drunk I practically blacked out. This time, it’s like Marciano isn't giving me the space to deny what happened between us.I turn my face to the opposite side of him. “Good morning.”“Good mo

Angelica “Has he called yet?” I ask for what feels like the umpteenth time. Even Marina has had enough of me, and she was the one squealing after Marciano left. She wanted us to talk about something so we don’t have to focus on what happened, so she made me tell her about Marciano and I.Because I’m still confused about what’s happening between Marciano and me, I tell her we’re simply cordial. It wasn’t anything, but somehow she was pleased to hear it. Her smile didn’t leave her face. But it’s been four hours since then, and my legs are currently lifted and wide-open, with the Gynecologist, a well-groomed older woman, inspecting me.“Please focus on your assessment, Angie,” Marina says with a huff, and I imagine it was accompanied by a roll of her eyes.“I am focusing, but I…” I trail off as the older woman steps away.“Hmm, that’s strange,” She says, instantly commanding not just my attention but Marina’s too. She was sitting but now she’s standing beside the lady.Dread pools in

Angelica The family meeting was held without Marciano and me. I’m not sure what was said behind those closed doors, but whatever was discussed there has brought me here; sitting in front of my vanity while strangers fuss over my face and hair. "Close your eyes for me, Mrs. D'Amato." I do as instructed, letting my mind wander as fingers brush powder across my eyelids before another pair fluffs my curls. Today is Sergio and Bella's wedding. That was the verdict of the meeting; to proceed by moving the wedding forward. From what I've heard, the idea is to present a united front with the intention of allowing Ronan to believe that despite what he did last week, the D'amatos remain unshakable. And what better way to prove it than a wedding with every D'amato family member in attendance? Bella, of course, wasn't a fan of the idea. She'd been looking forward to it even before she got engaged, wouldn't stop fussing about how perfect she wanted everything to be, double-checking every