Chapter 93: Chapter: 93

ANDREA

What the hell happened to this man! Ugh! He keeps surprising me. But then he'd shown me he could be charming, playful, and seductive when he was playing with my equilibrium months ago.

And when he made me sign that damn contract, he'd been ruthless, the man confuses me. He keeps me guessing, always wondering what side of him I will see next. Though he's dark, and domineering, he can also be surprisingly sweet, charming, and considerate.

I can't deal with him right now, though. Too much of this side of him, and I will want more; I will be addicted. As if you weren't Andrea! Just keep lying to yourself if it makes you feel better.

“How am I going to get the fuck out of this place without facing them!” I muttered as I removed the new panties, which were now damp. I quickly start putting my clothes back on.

“You can always use the door,” he said. My eyes flew to the mirror, his hooded dark eyes were fixated on my tits, which jiggle a bit when I shimmy into the jeans I'd originally come here in.

I quickly put his shirt back on before he could delay us any further. When I tried to stride past him, he pulled me to him and kissed me senseless, before cupping my face in his hands, his face hovering over mine, his dark blue eyes staring into mine. He was just so damn beautiful! His mother must have been proud. I would be in her place.

“There's nothing for you to be ashamed of, Andrea. I want to fulfill all the fantasies you didn't even know you had. Give you pleasure every single time, make you completely addicted to me. So baby girl expects more of this in the future,” he brushes his lips lightly over mine before letting go of my face.

He picked up my panties from the floor and pocketed them. Pervert! Then he dragged me out of the fitting room. Everything we had bought had been packed into several bags.

I tried really hard not to stare into the two women's eyes or let my nervousness show, but to my surprise, they only smiled at me. Not showing any sign that they'd heard me scream at the top of my voice when I came. The salesgirl actually winked at me, making me blush.

Alessandro's face was back to stoic. It was weirdly comforting to know that he only shows that charming part of himself to me.

You and Valentina, my treacherous mind reminds me. I bite my lip, banishing that thought away. I refuse to think of that woman, whoever the fuck she is.

Dinner had an undercurrent of anticipation: being seated in a cozy booth, our feet bumping into each other after what had happened earlier, and Alessandro's promise had me vibrating; my stomach was a tangle of knots.

He'd taken me to this small, cozy restaurant, where I had ordered pepperoni pizza, which I had been craving but hadn't been able to eat much more than a few bites. I suddenly want us to skip dinner and get down to business.

My skin feels too tight; every glance from his heated, dark eyes towards me heightens my senses. I wonder if my horniness even after the earlier mind-blowing orgasm could be because of the pregnancy? I was buzzing with tension and squirming in my seat.

Alessandro, that jerk, didn't have any such problems; he ate slowly, savoring every bite and sipping his wine. Control freak! From the glint in his eyes and the way his mouth slightly quirked up, when he noticed me frowning at him.

The jerk knows what he was doing to me. In the end, I had to abandon my delicious, barely eaten pizza—I could only eat the spumoni he'd ordered as dessert.

We finally left the restaurant at around 5.30 pm. I kept yawning —not surprising, considering the events of the day—as Alessandro drove the car to God only knows where, probably back to the villa, though something told me he wasn't heading home.

I was helpless against the exhaustion pulling at me, making my eyes droopy. I couldn't hold out for long. I gave in to my body's demands and fell asleep.

Sometimes, later, I feel hands on my face touching me, and Alessandro's deep voice waking me up, softly bringing me back to consciousness.

My eyes blink repeatedly, trying to get used to my surroundings, his hands still cup my neck from the sides as she watches me wake up.

He was seated in the driver's seat, but he'd stopped and parked the car. I yawn, rubbing the sleep from my eyes before sitting up properly from my slumped position.

My eyes glanced out the car window on his side, and what I saw made me breathless. Dozens of impressive boats and luxury yachts were moored at the marina—twinkling with lights. In the darkness of night, it looks like something out of a fantasy.

“Where are we, Alessandro?” I asked, not familiar with the place. Not that any place in this country is familiar. It looks like a dockyard.

His hand tucked away the strands on the side of my face behind my ears, then he stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers, his dark eyes hooded with wicked promises and a softness I didn't expect.

“Did you have a nice rest?” he asked.

That fast! Butterflies swarm inside my stomach, even as my sex heats and spasms with need. It's incredible how quickly this man can undo me.

I nodded and unconsciously leaned my face into his palm, enjoying the feel of his warm, roughened hand against me. My eyes fluttered closed, and I felt relaxed and wanted us to stay like this for a while, probably forever.

“We're at the marina in Livorno,” he replied to my earlier question, stroking my lips with his thumb, then reluctantly pulled his hand away, and, in effect, his warmth. I wish he hadn't, but I didn't complain. Besides, we can't stay in the car forever.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“A long time, four hours or more to be precise, come let's get you someplace warm, the night is a bit chilly,” he said, getting out of the car. I get out too. I can't believe I've been sleeping for that long; I explained why I feel well rested.

The wind blew, raising goosebumps and ruffling my hair in its wake. I shiver slightly, rubbing my hands over my arms to ward off the chill.

Alessandro rounded up and came to my side, taking off his suit coat and draping it around me. I wonder when he'd put it back. I know he wasn't wearing it when we left the house. And after our dinner, he must have had it inside the car.

“Thank you,” I express, hugging the coat to me, inhaling his manly addictive scents. He only nods and walks to the back of the car. He opened the boot and brought out a duffel bag I hadn't seen before and some of the bags from our shopping earlier, passing some of them for me to carry.

Then he locked the doors and led me down towards the secluded part of the dockyard. A black-and-white, sleek super yacht, docked a distance away directly in front of us, caught my eye. It was of moderate size and so beautiful.

“Oh, my God!” I squeal excitedly, my eyes wide with amazement.

“Are we getting on the boat, Alessandro? Are you taking me sailing?” I asked the man whose eyes gleamed with warmth, though his face didn't move a muscle.

That's the plan, Pet,” he replied, his mouth quirking up in what seemed like a smile but was gone in a flash.

I smiled at him so wide my cheeks will probably hurt later, which is the reason I didn't rebuke him for calling me a pet.

This is like a dream come true. I've been on a boat on the Seine in Paris before, but I didn't remember much about it. And I'd been sick and irritable, my mood fluctuating back then, which had probably been due to early signs of pregnancy.

I stride even faster, almost running towards the yacht. The bags in my hands are swinging; any remnants of sleep-induced laziness are gone.

Replaced by the giddiness of going on a boat for the second time in my life. Alessandro followed behind leisurely like he had all the time in the world.

Closer, I realized the other yachts were berthed farther from this side of the marina, while the black yacht was docked alone. I stared at the ship with awe and amazement. The name, embossed in bold gold letters on the hull, reads LA SOFIA.

“She's so beautiful,” I whispered.

I glanced back at Alessandro when he didn't say anything. He was right behind me, tall, dark, and imposing like this yacht. Watching the boat with a faraway look and something akin to sadness, I'm not even sure he heard me, but his words a few seconds later confirm that nothing escaped the man.

“Yes, she certainly is beautiful!” he says, staring back at me.

My eyes widened, I bit my lip, and quickly glanced back to the yacht. Just then, two men appeared on the deck: an older man and a young man, probably my age. They both nodded at Alessandro, who nodded back. The young man took our bags inside, including Alessandro's duffel bag.

Then Alessandro moved, helping me board the ship. The man on the deck extended his hand and helped me. Strong arms pull me closer and away from the man. I glance up at Alessandro.

“Welcome aboard, Signore,” the man said.

“Thank you, Luigi. This is Andrea McCain,” then he glanced at me.

“And he is the captain, Luigi Fernando.” Alessandro introduced himself, his arms wrapped around my waist.

“Welcome aboard the SOFIA Signora McCain. I hope you will enjoy your time here.” The older man said with a friendly smile.

“Thank you, I have no doubt I'm going to,” I replied, smiling back. Alessandro gave me a warning squeeze on my waist. I frowned at him; his face was hard. What's his problem? Mr. Luigi seems to understand he is no longer needed.

“Signore, I will go ahead and get us moving. It's a pleasure to meet you, Signora,” he said, before spinning on his feet and striding away.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, too,” I said. Luigi glanced back and nodded.

“Come, I will give you a tour,” Alessandro said, guiding me through the ship. His hand is still on my waist.