Chapter 33 Creating sins
Madison's POV
With Alessandro, you never know. I tell you, you just never know.
I didn't know if I said something wrong. Was I wrong to feel safe with him?
I understood I was supposed to run away from him but I couldn't help but notice how safe he made me feel. Very ironical considering he' s supposed to be a monster, I know.
After I let those words slip out of my mouth, he never batted an eyelash my way but he didn't bother to let my hands go too and did whatever he had to do with his other hand.
I was tired of trying to figure out his mood during the flight.
He was just being Alessandro - scowling, too serious, hard to dictate.
"Are we there?" I asked when Alessandro stretched his hand to my side, undoing the seatbelt.
"Move." He glared up at me, standing up. Hurriedly, I stood up, making way for him to lead the way.
He suddenly halted, making me stop too. I couldn't see what he was doing as his back covered my view.
It was only then I noticed I was small and he was almost twice my size. His back was broad and beautifully sculptured.
"Put it on." All his words were monotone. I took the glasses, putting it on as instructed. He moved closer, wrapping a thin material around my hair and face.
It felt like we were disguising.
"Don't ask." He stopped me when my mouth opened. I clamped them shut, chewing my bottom lips.
Okay, I wouldn't ask then.
His hand curled around mine, pulling me as he moved. His tugs weren't rough but they weren't soft either - hasty, I would say.
People looked at us as they passed us. Of course, we looked suspicious as we were the only ones wearing dark shades inside a building that already blocked us from sunlight. To add to that, we had 3 guards behind us.
"Get in." Alessandro's hand dropped to my waist when a car stopped at our front. I jumped in before he changed his mind.
Can't risk it. This man was bipolar.
"Welcome to Florida, Don." The chauffeur greeted, his tone respectful
I looked at Alessandro who had removed his dark shades, his eyes cold. I removed mine, glaring at him. He noticed, raising his eyebrow at me inquisitively - a bit irritatedly too.
"He told you welcome." I whispered.
"So?"
"Saying thank you wouldn't hurt." I frowned slightly. It was courtesy to appreciate someone.
"I won't say that." He frowned, turning his face away.
I huffed, rolling my eyes. He was so stubborn.
My face seemed to brighten as I watched the bright street lights, light up the city. It was night already and so I couldn't see much except the few stores that were still open and clubs with people pooled at the entrance.
"It's beautiful." I smiled to myself, my eyes taking in more and more of its beauty as the car moved.
I admired people who had total control of their lives, living it to the fullest. I hoped they appreciated their lives.
"We're here, Don." The chauffeur said again, gaining my attention too.
I was about to do the needful but my words got stuck up in my throat and my mouth was left slight opened at the shock of what I had heard.
"Thank you." He muttered, stepping out from his end of the door.
I bit my lips, trying to conceal my smile.
"I'm not fucking coming to open the door for you so you better come down." He threw a nasty glare at me.
I wasn't going to get mad at his tone. He was probably mad at me for making him thank someone.
Oh, Alessandro. You're one hell of a character.
However, he waited for me at the entrance of the door to join him. He didn't touch me or hold me, but he managed to slow his steps to match my pace.
Ordinarily, he walked fast.
"I made a reservation." He spoke to the receptionist, his English polished.
The receptionist stared at him, a bit lost as she just stared at him, her eyes roaming up and down his body.
She found him attractive too, I could tell. I scrunched my face in disgust. She didn't even know him!
"Didn't you hear what he said?" I spoke up, quite annoyed.
Jeez, Easy.
What? I was tired from the long journey.
Alessandro threw me an amused look but doesn't say anything. Then he turned back to the lady who had regained her consciousness, smiling back at him flirtatiously.
"Y-yes. What's your name?" She bit her lips seductively after talking, giving him this sexy eyes.
I didn't like her.
"Alessandro B." He spoke, glancing at me from time to time. My expression was hard, as I glared at her, hoping she could snap into two.
I wanted to pinch those eyes away from her face so bad. She was invading his privacy.
"Hurry up, my fianceé hasn't had anything to eat." He pulled me by my waist, startling me.
My eyes darted to his, meeting his serious ones. I placed my hand on his chest, smiling fakely at her.
"Yeah, hurry up." I shot at her. She gave me an irritated look as she pushed the keys after confirming his reservation. I snatched the keys, eyeing her.
"If you need anything, Sir, you can call the receptionist desk. I'd be more than happy to help." She looked up at Alessandro, pushing her cleavages forward.
"Sorry, he wouldn't be needing anything." I pulled Alessandro away by his arms.
I let out a shaky breath after we had entered the elevator. I pulled my hands away after a while, the weight of what I had done, hitting me right in my guts.
"I'm -"
"I didn't know you had a possessive side, Raven." He chuckled lightly. "Interesting."
Possessive?
"I wasn't being possessive. I just - I .." I couldn't explain what I had felt at that moment when she began to flirt with him.
What even gave me the courage to speak up was when he wasn't returning the energy back.
"I was just helping you out. You didn't seem to like her." That was it.
Or maybe you felt jealous
What the freaking hell was that? Why would I feel jealous?
"Hmm." He hummed. He didn't seem to buy my reply.
Did he also think I was jealous?
The elevator opened and he pulled me out gently. We walked further into the place. It was a rooftop space with just a table in-between two chairs.
There was no other person in here.
"Sit." He nodded at the chair, having taken his seat already.
"Thank you." I said, my voice small. Already, there was a large stainless bowl covered on the table. I waited for him to open his first.
"What?? You want me to tell you to eat too?" He raised his eyebrow at him, his hands halfway on the air, as he held his fork firmly.
I shook my head, opening my plate too. I looked at it for a while. I didn't know what was served. My eyes moved to his hand, watching how he ate it. He dipped the meat-like thing into a sauce.
Okay
"If you don't like it, we can get it changed." He said, his eyes still focused on his plate.
Now, how did he see me?
"I.. I do." I said quickly, copying his actions as he ate. "Mmm" I moaned out, not able to hold in the sound.
His head shot up, his pupils dilated as they stared straight into mine. His knuckle tightened as he watched me lick the sauce off my lips.
"Careful, Raven. You don't want to give me the wrong impression." He spoke breathlessly.
"Sorry." I looked down, scolding myself not to make that sound again.
"It's not a bad thing. It's just that I don't know if you'd be able to use those pretty legs of yours afterwards." He smirked cockily.
My breath hitched. Then my pussy ached dully.
"Why are you here?" I decided to change the topic.
He cleaned his mouth with the napkin, dropping it on the table. "To work. Legit company business."
My eyes widened in surprise. "You work in a company?"
"Side hustle." He shrugged, nonchalantly.
"A don and a worker."
"A Chief Executive Officer. I own the company and many others." He corrected, a hint of pride in his voice.
"Wow!" I choked out, dropping my fork. "That's... That's awesome. How old are you?"
He didn't reply for a while, just staring at me. He stood up, backing me.
"30."
He was fucking 8 years older.
He didn't even look his age at all. I legit thought he was 25. Holy shit.
Did his age make him less attractive? Hell no.
"We're leaving." He announced, moving ahead of me.
"Just so we're even. I.. I am 22." I told him. He halted, looking at me over his shoulder.
"I know, Raven. Young and Innocent. Just how I like it." His eyes roamed down my body, slowly.
I bit my lips, looking down.
We entered the elevator and stopped on the 3rd floor and walked down to his room or mine. I didn't know which one we'd be stopping at first.
"Make yourself comfortable." He walked in first, undoing his shirt button as he stared at me.
"I.. I don't understand." My eyes scanned the beautifully designed room. It had large artworks hung on the wall, with a giant chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Everything in here screamed class and money.
Then my eyes settled on the bed - It was just a bed. A king sized bed. At the far extreme was a single couch.
"This is our room. We'd be staying together for 3 days."
"3 days?!" I yelled in disbelief.
Alessandro and I? 3 days?
That was going to be tough.
And I was to entertain him. Now it all made sense.
He was finally going to make his move.
"The couch is off limit." He pulled me closer by my waist. His fingers grazed my hair to the back of my ear.
He leaned down to my neck, inhaling softly. My lips parted, releasing soft pants.
"Just you and me." The tip of his tongue glided up my neck, sending chills down my spine. "On one bed."
He pushed me softly to the bed, my back landing flat. He towered over me, placing his hands on each side of my body, caging me between the soft silk of the mattress and the hard unyielding heat of his body.
His eyes darkened, his voice raspy, "Creating sins"