ARIANA
I groaned as the alarm started beeping by my ear. I sat up and hit the dismiss button. Rubbing my eyes, I placed the phone back on the nightstand. “Why am I even trying so hard? It's not like he cares. He didn't even try to ask me why I am not talking to him. It's like I don't even matter. Is this what my life will be?” I asked myself as the sadness lingered in my heart.
Like everyday, I dragged myself out of the bed. I freshened up, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. Then I changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a blue sweetheart top. I tried my hair on a messy high bun. I stepped out of the room.
I paused when suddenly, my eyes fell on the door of my bedroom. Nothing out of the ordinary. But there was a pink rose taped on my bedroom door. The sight of that beautiful flower made me smile after so many days. I grabbed it and held it against my nose, taking a small whiff. That's when I saw the next rose. It was sat on the decorative shelf. I picked the rose and found an arrow behind it. I followed the arrow, that led me to his bedroom.
We didn't have much space in between our bedrooms. His bedroom and mine were separated by a wall. But in that small distance, I collected about a dozen pink roses. Three roses were on Enzo's bedroom door. Two were pink and a bright red rose. I was smiling ear to ear by then. And my heart was constantly tickling. When I got the flowers from his door, I found a note that said, “Please, enter.”
I grabbed the door knob and turned it. As soon as I opened the door, I found Enzo standing by the bed. He was leaning against the bed, his back resting against the bed. He was wearing a light tan tuxedo with overlapping line pattern on it. His hair were neatly combed backwards. He was looking as hot as ever.
I felt like my cheeks were heating up. That's when I turned my face away from him and noticed a while bunch of people standing in front of me. They were all holding a red and a pink rose in their hands. One by one, they came to me and gave me the roses on their hands. My arms were completely full with the roses.
I looked at him and found him smirking. My heart raced in my rib cage looking at his smirk. He was smirking probably because my face must have turned red like a tomato. “Leave, everyone!” His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear him. Everyone bowed their heads in front of him and walked toward the door.
I also turned around and was about to walk to the door as well. “Not you, Ariana! You stay!” He firmly spoke. His words made me freeze in my place. Everyone left the room and I was staring in the space outside the room.
“Close the door, Ariana.” My heart hammered against my rib cage as I heard him. Biting my lower lip, I quietly closed the door. “Now, lock it!” I shivered as I heard him. But I obliged. I locked the door.I locked the door.
“Turn around! I want to see your face.” His usual dominating tone was back, but with a hint of amusement. And it was tickling my heart. I turned around and turned my gaze to his face. Though, I couldn't even look for more than a second.
“Come to me, Mio Tesoro!” His voice was deeper than before. When I looked up at him, he was gesturing me with his index finger to get to reach him. My cheeks were burning. I knew, I looked like a tomato.
The smirk on his face made me wonder what he was thinking about. I slowly walked toward him. My feet carried me on their own. I was breathing heavily when I reached closer to him. He extended both of his hands toward me. “Give me!” He whispered.
I gave Enzo all the Flowers I had in my arms. He turned around and gathered them into a one big bouquet. Once done, he offered it back to me. I was about to grab it when he suddenly grabbed my wrist. I gasped loudly when he suddenly pulled me to his chest. The bouquet was set aside. He was sitting on the edge of his bed and I was on top of his lap.
I squirmed when he leaned in. I closed my eyes when he started rubbing the tip of his nose against my cheek. “Am I forgiven?” He asked in a low and husky tone, making me shiver slightly.
“Yes, you are!” I whispered. Well, it was all that cake out of my throat. My voice caught up in my throat when his hand travelled on my waist, pulling me even close. By then, I was barely whiffing a few puffs of air.
Then he buried his face in the crock of my neck and I lost all the control I had on myself. I covered my mouth with my hand, trying so hard not to let him hear my moans. He was doing something to me. And it was all changing so fast.
Unconsciously, I licked my chapped lips. I shivered when he placed a very small and featherlight peck on my neck. “What am I going to have for breakfast, Mio Tesoro?” He asked in that same low and husky tone. It felt like he was asking for more than just food.
I couldn't stop giggling for some reason that I couldn't understand. He turned his face to look at me. I stopped breathing at that very moment. Our faces were so close, I could count his thick lashes without any trouble. And I could see the beige in his dark brown eyes, near his pupils.
“What is it, Mio Tesoro? Are you planning to give me something more than just the food this morning?” He asked huskily while his brown eyes staring straight into my blue ones. I gulped hard when his hand travelled from my waist toward my thigh.
I gasped loudly when he squeezed my thigh a few times. “Enzo…” I wanted his name to sound like a warning, but I guess, my heart was suddenly playing games with me.
“Hmmm…” he hummed in my ear. His hot breaths on my ear were doing something deep in the pit of my stomach.
“It's too early. You promised you would give me some time.” It took me all my might to remind him of his promise. As if my body has already started giving into his demands. In response, I heard him chuckle and I felt that same tickle in the pit of my stomach, that I was feeling in my heart.