Chapter 117 Chapter: 117
Chapter 117 Chapter: 117
ANDREA
She dropped the flowers on the dining table and headed straight to her niece and nephews.
She waved hello to Kayla, who had a sleepy Aessia in her arms and carried Adamo from her brother’s hands.
“Oh my God, Adamo, a week without seeing you, and just look how fast you’ve grown now,” she said dramatically as she stepped towards me, where I’m storing the new milk I’d just finished pumping a few minutes ago.
“It’s probably because you haven’t seen them in a while, but I don’t think they’re that big.”
Meredith laughed as she shifted Adamo in her arms. “They are really growing fast,” she argues. Then she lowers her voice and croons in a baby tone. “Aunt Meredith needs to watch out and visit more; her favorite nephews won’t be able to recognize her.”
I laugh, shaking my head at how silly she sounded. My heart warms at how far she’d come from the traumatized young woman she was.
“I wouldn’t say no to more babysitting if that’s what you’re offering, by the way, thank you for tonight.”
“Of course, any time, it’s my pleasure, and besides, you both need to unwind and just relax,” she winks. I just shake my head, smiling.
That fast, I was forgotten as Meredith turned to Adamo. “They’re so beautiful. It’s illegal to be this genetically perfect.”
“Their mother was a wise woman, getting them such a perfect man,” Alessandro said, smirking from the doorway. Meredith spun slowly, and she just rolled her eyes. “Right, because their mother made no contribution at all.”
Alessandro shrugged, “I did most of the work, right, Vixen? If you think it’s unfair, you can put in more effort next time.”
“Okay, I don’t really want to hear all that,” Meredith replied, her face scrunching in disgust while I blush furiously.
Kayla, whom I’d noticed walking out with Alessia, entered quietly and held her hands out. “Signora, I’ll take him for his nap.”
Meredith hesitated before handing him over. I walked and planted a kiss on his head,
“We’ll be in the nursery if you want to say goodbye before you leave for your date.”
“I know,” I said gently. “Thank you.”
I watched as she took him away, and I finally glanced away. Meredith was watching me carefully.
“You’re hovering.”
“I’m not.”
“You are,” Alessandro cuts in.
“Go change and leave, your kids will still be here when you get back.” I looked toward the staircase leading to the nursery.
“Go, go have fun before you’re late for your dinner reservation, and my good intention is wasted.” I smiled
“Fine, I’ll be back soon,” I replied, smiling at Alessandro. He grinned back. Five minutes later, my heels clacked against the carpeted staircase.
I hadn’t worn heels in six months.
Six months of milk-stained shirts. Six months of midnight feedings. Six months of living in leggings and oversized sweaters because my body still didn’t feel like mine.
And tonight, Alessandro stood below me watching me like I was something holy.
“You're staring,” I muttered, adjusting the strap of my red dress.
“I am,” he agreed simply. His voice was rough, his eyes reverent as they raked over me.
I glanced up. He'd also changed, now wearing a charcoal grey suit that molded to every sinewy muscle and his broad shoulders. My heart pounded with a need so strong I almost whimpered.
“You look…” He exhaled slowly. “Jesus Cristo, Vixen.” he pulled me to him, his hand on my lower back as he ran his eyes all over me again.
“It’s just a dress, Alessandro.”
He shakes his head. “It’s not the dress I'm looking at.”
“It's all you, you've always been beautiful, now even more so.”
He nodded. “Your tits look especially mouthwatering today.”
“Alessandro!” I yelled, heat creeping up my neck and cheeks, as I heard Meredith choke.
“Great! Now I need to get my ear cleaned out. Thanks, brother.”
Although he'd forgotten she was here, which is why he made that comment. Alessandro just shrugged like he didn't care.
I walked over to Meredith and hugged her, “Thank you for the flowers, I love them, and for offering to babysit the kids.”
“You're welcome,” she replied pushing me away. "Now go have fun.”
With a final wave to her and Kayla, I let Alessandro lead me out of the house.
The black SUV parked right outside a familiar building, the same building as his club, Vault. My eyes widened as Alessandro got out of the car, rounded to my doorside, and opened it for me.
I still can't get over how absolutely dashing he looks in his dark suit, crisp white button-down shirt, and black tie.
He was every bit the gorgeous man I met almost two years ago, controlled, dangerous, and breathtaking. The best part is that he’s mine.
I got out of the car, my red dress clung to my curves perfectly, not too tight to make it uncomfortable around my heavy breasts. Although they’re not leaking now, they’ll definitely start before our date is over.
“This is our dinner venue?” I asked, as Alessandro led me inside the elevator with his hand possessively on my lower back. Instead of the underground this time.
“Yes.” He stepped closer, brushing his knuckles gently on my cheek before cupping my face.
“Not what you’re expecting?” he asked softly.
“Not at all, I thought we were going out, like to a restaurant.”
“I want us to have some alone time. I don’t want to share you with anyone else tonight, but we can leave if you’d rather we dine at a restaurant?”
He was being considerate instead of taking charge, although I love him taking control of things, I also love how considerate he can be when I need him to be.’
“No, I want to have you all to myself too, although I’m not opposed to going to the club later on, I haven't been here in a while.”
“Whatever you want, my Vixen.”
‘I want ... .mmm” the rest of my words morphed into a moan as Alessandro leaned down and kissed me.
It wasn’t rushed, but it was possessive, it was slow and deep and familiar, unraveling my senses the way only he knows how. His hand slides into my hair, and the other grips my waist tighter.
My fingers are gripping his lapel, pushing into him for more. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine. “I need you right now, Alessandro,” I whispered. He pulled back just as the elevator slid open on the last floor.
Alessandro swept me into his arms without warning. “Oh.” I gasp, before wrapping my hands around his neck.
“Do you mean what you said?” he asked after he’d put in the code of the penthouse and stepped inside.
“Yes, I want you inside me now, Sandro.”
“I can’t fucking wait to be inside you, Vixen.” My heart fluttered wildly with anticipation as he carried me up the stairs.
Goosebumps raced down my arms when we stepped through a door, and the first thing I saw was rose petals on the path leading up to the bed and more petals on the bed, brightly lit candles lighting up the big room.
“Wow! This is sweet,” I said as he put me down on my feet, and I spun around to look at all the details.
“Do you like it?” he asked, a bit nervously. A first, because Alessandro is never nervous about anything, but seeing this part of him, I feel so much love bloom inside me for him.
“I love it,” I whispered, voice clogged with emotion. I raise on my tiptoes and kiss him softly. “I love you, Alessandro.”
He kissed me again, harder this time, taking over completely the way he always does, the way I missed him doing. He’s always been careful with me since after I had the babies, like he thinks I’m breakable or something, but right now he isn't holding back.
He kissed me like he’d been starved for me, with feral hunger, and I reciprocated. I didn’t even know when he took my dress off or his for the matter until my bare breasts smashed against his and my back hit the mattress.