Nico Di Angelo Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Every time someone brushed past our table, I tensed, wondering if they could smell me — if my scent was leaking through again. Kael must have noticed. His thumb stroked slow circles on the back of my hand under the table, a quiet, steady reassurance. “So how about your boyfriend?” Kael suddenly asked Nico. My brain short-circuited. Boyfriend? Nico? Was he gay? Was he dating a guy? Nico smiled, looking a little surprised but not uncomfortable. Faye turned her head away, clearly trying to hide a grin. “Yeah, we actually had a little argument two days ago,” Nico said, “but we made up this morning.”

I pretended to read the menu three times even though the words blurred together. But I could feel Nico’s gaze on me. Even when he wasn’t looking. Especially when he wasn’t looking. The air was suffocating. Finally, Luca broke the silence. “So,” he said casually. “How long have you two been together?” Nico’s girlfriend perked up instantly, her smile brightening. “A few months,” she said proudly. Nico didn’t confirm or deny it. Of course he didn’t. Not even his brother knew he was dating someone.

I was about to respond when I noticed Niccolo's brown hellcat steering to a halt some distance away from us. The moment he stepped out of the car in his suave aura, I smiled, preening as I thought about the fact that he was mine. A fine, Greek work of art like Niccolo was really my boyfriend. And I was his girlfriend. “Niccolo came today?” Kimberly asked, and I nodded, my gaze fixated on my boyfriend. “He didn't tell me anything though.” “Ladies,” Niccolo greeted as he neared us. “Hi, Mr Gonzalez,” Kimberly replied then turned to me. “I have to go now. Take care, babes.”

"I'm fine, I just need to get cleaned up. Is that too much to ask or am I getting an indirect third degree from both my wife and my employee… stop the both of you just stop ." " No . Not until you tell me the truth … or should I ask Nicolai who is looking apologetic. What's really going on ? " " Boss she is going to find out anyway . You know her ." Nicolai walked closer with a medical kit he had and pointed to the corner of the couch And after Angelo gave me a kiss on my forehead and sat down while Nicolai cleaned him up Angelo continued to talk. " Jane's boyfriend tried to vandalize the club on top of everything else we almost got raided because he went to the police. "

He sounded like the king of them. I completely ignored looking at Angelo and my family. My eyes locked onto his ocean blue eyes. Andre was leaning against the wall, his arms folded over his chest, his eyes locked on me. I didn't know why. But I felt bad for him. We had a lot in common. Nino kissed my head. I looked up at him. "Jenoah Abruzzo's son, Angelo is getting married next year." Nino announced. When I looked back, Andre was nowhere to be seen. Everyone applauded. I didn't hear the last part of Nino's conversation. I didn't mind skipping it. Not seeing Andre around bothered me.

"Sir . " Nico put the gun away and Angelo seemed calm. Nico's eyes went softer when he looked at me and this time he didn't look angry. Angelo had shielded me in such a way that Nico couldn't see me properly . Angelo slid his arm around my waist and I flinched a bit in pain. "Nico this is Cleo. My girlfriend. " Nico looked at me and smiled. I broke the silence. "You're Nicolai's brother . You look like the slimmer version of him. What did Rachel say to you?"

The love of my life. Alexander!!! The tears continuously rolled down my eyes and my eyes were stuck on him. I quickly averted my gaze to another direction. I didn't want him to see me in this miserable state. "Anne...please," he kneeled in front of me holding my hands. Did he knew that Demonte was his son? But how? Nobody knew about this. Not even that bastard Dario Damelo. "Please, don't look away from me. It's been ages I haven't seen you. I am so happy, so glad that I have found you. Aren't you glad to see me?" he asked.

I said. "Anything." "What are we?" Cole turned to look at me. "What do you mean?" "I mean... are we boyfriends? Are we just... seeing each other? What are we?" Cole thought about it for a long time. "I don't know," he said. "But I know I love you. And I know I'm not going anywhere." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one I have." I looked at him. His gray eyes. His tired face. His messy hair.

It really seems a stretch, and any sensible person would not be happy with the development. However, Nico locks his hands over mine and gives it a nice squeeze. It's like he's trying to assure me that I can appreciate his smile by going back to Los Angeles. But I also know that his father, Diego, will be there, and I have a feeling that they're waiting for me. Part of me wants to think that this is a huge trap and that Nico doesn't really want any attachments with me, but I quickly push it away. His reactions to me are genuine, and it won't do for me to keep on having negative thoughts about it.

I wanted him to say I was the woman he had been obsessed with for seven years. However, he only narrowed his eyes. That was all. "Of course." His tone was calm. "If you like this room, it's yours. Angelo, Alessia is my fiancée. Make sure she's treated accordingly." The butler Angelo Moretti's gaze flicked to me briefly before looking away. He murmured his acknowledgement and left. At that moment, my heart shattered into pieces. Even breathing hurt. Seven whole years! When he was injured and biting back screams, I was the one stitching his wounds. When he thrashed through those bloody nightmares, I was the one holding his head in my lap.