Chapter 90 Getting Advice
Lila POV
We walked up the stairs, my body still electrified by what Nico and I had just done. It felt oddly thrilling walking among the other guests knowing they were completely oblivious to the fact that Nico and I had just fucked in the garden and that the apex of my thighs still bore the evidence but it wasn’t just my body that felt alive, my heart felt as if it had the power to break through my chest. I was happy. There was a part of me that felt happy.
He leaned in to me as we approached his uncle. “That pussy of yours better stay wet for me, little pet.” He stepped away just as his uncle came within hearing distance.
“Uncle Lucas.”
“Nico, I was wondering where you two were.”
“I was just giving Lila a tour of your beautiful garden.” He placed his hand on my back, and heat spread along my cheeks. I was flushing again. “Ah. My wife deserves all the credit when it comes to our garden.” He glanced around until his gaze found a blonde woman standing by the table with the champagne glasses an American woman. “Mirabel,” he called out. “Come meet Lila Falcone.”
The woman smiled, and she picked up two wine glasses. I watched her with intent as she walked toward us. Uncle Lucas, I guessed, was probably in his fifties while this woman looked no older than mid-thirties, yet Nico had told me they had been married for twenty five years. She was beautiful, she had light blonde curls hung just above her shoulders, and with her slender frame, she looked amazing in the green cocktail dress she was wearing. It was easy to see that she was well taken care of.
Uncle Lucas reached out and placed his arm around her waist. “Mirabel, this is Lila Falcone, Nico guest. Lila, this is my lovely wife, Mirabel.”
She smiled and held out a champagne glass. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Lila.”
“And you.” I smiled in return as I took the glass from her, trying to think of a way to get rid of it without making Nico suspicious. “Nico took her on a tour of your lovely garden,” Uncle Lucas said, beaming as he stared at his wife. It was obvious that he loved her. It was written in the way he looked at her.
“You do have a lovely garden, Mrs. Moretti.”
“Yes,” Nico chimed in. “lila is especially fond of the passion flowers, she told me all about it.”
I almost choked on the damn breath I took and glared his way but his face remained stoic.
Sly mother, “Oh yes, the passion flowers are one of my favorites too,” Mirabel said before taking a sip of her wine. I took it as my cue to pretend like I was drinking as well by merely touching the glass to my lips. “I hope Nico has been making you feel at home during your stay here.” Mirabel shot him a coy look. “He has been very reluctant to share you with us.”
“Oh, believe me, Mirabel, I’m reluctant to share her with anyone.” Nico allowed his hand to drop just above the curve of my behind, and my body willed him to touch me so much more. Uncle Lucas let go of his wife. “nico, could I have a word with you?”
“Sure, Uncle.” he leaned into me and placed a kiss on my cheek before whispering, “Stay wet for me.”
I bit into my lower lip, my body instantly electrified, everything south of my navel clenched tight. How did he do it? How did he manage to turn me into a needy whore with nothing but words?
Mirabel stepped closer as we both stared after the men. “Nico reminds me a lot of Lucas.”
“How so?”
She smiled. “He has that same passion, that same protectiveness when it comes to those he cares about. His father and Nikolai never shared that passion.”
I shifted nervously as the memory of Nikolai came rushing back but she was right. Nikolai didn’t have the same passion as Nico. He wasn’t nearly the kind of man Nico was. Nikolai was charming, charismatic, amiable tame, while Nico was fierce, ardent, volatile, and unpredictable. Twins who couldn’t have been more different. That was, if I ever really knew the real Nikolai40630284427719491.
“Can I ask you something?” I turned to face her.
“Of course.”
“What is it like you know, being married to a man who is part of such a powerful family?”
She stared at me knowingly, as if she could see the reasoning behind my question. “It’s how can I put it challenging at times. Mafia men are not easy to live with and like I said Lucas and Nico are both very passionate men.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “But when they love, they love fiercely, and there is nothing like being loved by a Fattore man.”
I smiled shyly. “Oh, I don’t think I’m loved by a Moretti man.”
She held her lips against her glass as she stared at me. “I do not believe for one second you are that naive.”
She took a sip of wine. “I see the way he looks at you, Miss Falcone.”
“lila. Please call me lila.”
“lila then.” We started toward the steeled rail at the end of the deck. “I’ve seen Nico with a few women over the years, and believe me when I say that he has never looked at any of them the way he looks at you.”
“And how does he look at me?”
Her full lips curved at the corners. “Exactly the way his uncle looks at me.”
I twirled the champagne glass between my fingers, thinking about the dream I had of nico telling me he loved me. Somehow, deep inside, I liked the idea of Nico loving me. Somewhere within the depths of my heart, I thought I wanted him to love me.
I placed my hand on my belly, wondering what it would mean for me for us if Nico had to love me. For the first time since seeing those two little pink lines, it all seemed simple. If he loved me, surely he would love the life growing inside me.
“Is there something wrong with your drink?”
I looked up at her. “No. Not at all.”
“You haven’t been drinking. Are you feeling okay?” Her blue-green eyes stared at me with suspicion, and then her gaze dropped to my hand holding my belly. “Lucas told me you weren’t feeling well earlier today, that you had a dizzy spell.”
I immediately removed my hand then pretended to take another sip of my drink. The liquid barely touched my lips before I brought my glass back down. “I’m fine. Doc thinks it’s just stress.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Yes I’m sure it is.”