Chapter 29: The Morning After

**Althaia**

I stretched out my sore limps as I woke up from my deep slumber. It was the best sleep I have ever had in my life, and it was probably due to all the sex we had during the night. He really meant it when he said it wasn’t over yet, he definitely knew what he was doing, and I got even a little shy of some of the positions he had made me do. I looked to where Damiano was sleeping but was met with an empty space and then I heard the shower running. I got up and made my way towards the half-open door. I walked up to the glass shower where Damiano stood under the water, with his back to me. I wrapped my arms around him as I stepped inside. He turned me around to face him and gave me a long kiss as we stood under the shower.

“Morning…” I sighed as the hot water was helping my sore body.

“Morning, beautiful.” I seemed to get butterflies every single time he called me that. He buried his face into my neck and plastered small kisses around. I wrapped my arms around his neck and played with the nape of his hair. His hands trailed down my body and rested them on my ass and lifted me up to him, making me wrap my legs around him and pushed me against the cold tiles.

“Are you trying to make me not walk?” I chuckled as I felt his hard-on against my entrance.

“Maybe…Then I would know you would stay put.” I moaned in reply as he entered me, making me throw my head back as he continued to attack my neck. Luckily, he wasn’t being as rough as he had been during the night because I don’t think I could handle that type of pounding right now. I was extremely sore.

He moved in a pace I could follow, and I even moved my hips a little against him, making him groan in pleasure as he kept thrusting in me. I tightened my hold around him, resting my head on his shoulder as I came, Damiano following right after, pulling out right before he reached his peak.

“I feel like sleeping, but I’m also hungry.” I complained as I laid back on the bed. Damiano stood at the end of the bed in nothing but a towel that hung dangerously low on his hips. He was a delicious hot sight right now and so muscular it was insane.

“Hmm, we could stay in and do something else.” He cocked an eyebrow in amusement.

“Nooo…. I need a break.” I sat up and realized I didn’t have any spare clothes. “Maybe we need to stay in. I didn’t bring anything with me.”

“It’s in the closet.” He slid the closet door open and sure enough it was filled with clothes. He pulled out a white dress shirt and grey dress pants for himself. I walked up and looked at the many choices that were hanging out for me.

“These are brand new clothes.” I said as I looked through the clothes with the price tags still on. “When’s the auction?” There were too many clothes for it just to be a short trip.

“Tomorrow. I had them fill up with anything you might like.” He finished dressing up and walked over to the closet. “Wear this.” He said as he took out a took a cute light colored mocha dress with spaghetti straps.

I dropped my robe to the floor and put on the dress. It was not too tight on my body and went just above my knees. Damiano tilted his head to the side as he looked at me.

“Going commando is good for the body.” I grinned.

“So, why we going to an auction?” I said as I sipped my latte. We were in a cute little restaurant, having a croissant sandwich for breakfast.

“Why do you think people go to auctions?”

“I know why people go to auctions, I’m just curious to why we are going.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“See it as a get together.”

“Like with a bunch of mafia people or normal people?” He looked at me amused as I said normal people.

“It’s a way to show off your power and wealth for the others.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

“So, mafia people. But why do you do that?”

“It’s also another way of forming alliances between families. You would only want to have the most powerful by your side.” I was really intrigued with the information he was giving, it made my heart just beat a little faster as I got reminded of what type of person Damiano really is. Somehow, I wasn’t scared of him, even though I knew what he is capable of. A dangerous world I had stepped into, yet I was interested in what could happen.

“Should I be worried about going with you…?” One thing is to be around Damiano and his men, but a room filled with skilled killers who could care less about me, was a tiny bit worrying. Damiano leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, and looked at me with dead serious eyes.

“They have a death wish if they dare to touch you.” An involuntary shiver ran through by body as he said it as if it was no big deal.

“How assuring.” I gave a half smile. Truth is, I had no idea what to expect or what kind of people I was going to meet. I just hoped that it wouldn’t go as far where people would kill each other in the middle of an event. But then again, do these people really give a fuck about anything? They are after all, the biggest criminals to exist.

“Do you need to… I don’t know, carry weapons to such an event?” I asked.

“You would be naïve if you didn’t. I always carry at least one weapon anywhere I go.”

“Even now?” My eyes widened a little.

“Even now.”

“Where do you have it?” He cocked an eyebrow at me as he leaned back in his chair.

“Why? Are you planning something?”

“Sure, because I have years of experience and plan on to take you all down. I’m the next Queen, so be aware.” And I dramatically flipped my hair back. Damiano looked at me amused to the point where he was actually smiling a little.

“Who knows. You might be hiding something. Pretending you have no idea what you’re doing.”

“Sadly, I’m not that interesting nor skilled to do any of that. The only skill I have involves a pen and a paper.” I sighed. I was really boring compared to him.

“I have seen your work. You’re talented.”

“And how would you know?” I squinted my eyes at him.

“I have seen your sketchbook, you have a very creative mind.”

“Wait, how much did you see?” He smirked as he saw my reaction.

“All of it.” I blushed as I remembered what I had in my sketchbook. I always have my sketchbook with me wherever I go because it’s my way of relaxing. When I had arrived at the manor on the first day, I needed to distract myself because I kept worrying if they had been hurt. I sat myself outside on the balcony, with the intention of catching the sunset, but turned out my mind had different plans and I ended up sketching him.

“Of course you have… “