Chapter 86 Can't reciprocate
Alessandro's POV.
I did it again.
Pushing her away because of my guard.
She was so correct about everything.
I cared about her so much. I would do anything for her and I didn't mind taking risk for her sake.
All those weren't good for me.
And sadly, I didn't care.
But then, I saw it in her eyes.
The way my father looked at my mother. The same look that turned into something cold after -
Fuck.
She couldn't do that.
She couldn't look at me that way.
So, I got scared. I panicked again and withdrew.
I withdrew because a small part of me wanted to acknowledge it and it was so wrong, yet so right to do.
Now she wouldn't talk to me or spare me a glance.
"Madison?" I called out to her from the door. They were giving attending to her nails as she sat down in just a white robe.
"Yes, Alessandro." Her eyes was still pinned on the magazine she was reading but there weren't moving.
"Leave. All of you." I sneered, leaving the door for them to get out. I locked the door after they left.
She sighed, dropping the magazine. When her eyes finally met mine after a long while, it was empty and also lacked emotion.
"Earlier. I didn't mean to yell at you." I said, not breaking eye contact. Hoping she'd see through me again.
"You were just saying your mind and it's fine. I am sorry for assuming things I didn't know." She forced a smile on her lips.
"No. It's just -"
"You always do that. You always snap at me once ... Maybe I should stop trying like you said."
"I like you, Madison." I didn't even know why I said that. "It's the first time I'm liking someone. I usually just fuck and go. I've never fucked a stranger twice. It was only Brenda or whatever her name and she was being paid for it because she knew her job."
She swallowed hard, her empty eyes cracking. It grew soft.
"Why are you telling me all these?"
"I want to ... Come on a date with me. There are few things I want to share with you." Normally, I'd just take her there but I wanted her consent.
"Why?"
"Because you deserve to know." Our eyes locked for a few minutes and then she nodded.
"Fine. If you yell at me or I don't enjoy it, you're taking me home." She frowned slightly.
"Deal."
Happy with her reply, I left to get things ready. Earlier, I just wanted to show her the place but now, I was going to make a full reservation.
After an hour of spa, we went back home to dress up for the event, wearing one of the most expensive piece from France. I had it ordered prior to this time.
I had a feeling we'd need something like that.
She loved it. She wouldn't stop looking at her reflection, smiling to herself as she twirled over and over again.
"Shall we?" I asked, making my presence known. She quickly kept her face neutral, her eyes checking me out.
"We're matching."
"Because we're husband and wife?" I teased but she wasn't having it, her face hard.
"Yeah, we can go." She moved ahead of me, adding extra sway on her hips as she moved.
She looked so delicious.
If we were not having issues, I'd have fucked her before we left.
But later could still work.
A limousine was our ride. I poured her a glass of red wine and watched her as she drank it, not sparing me a glance.
Hopefully, I'd be able to make this better.
When we reached the venue, I led her inside. Her mouth dropped open, her legs getting stuck to the ground.
"We...we just walked under the sea?" Her chest heaved up and down.
Chuckling, I rubbed her hand that clutched my arms. "You can say that but trust me, it's the aesthetic."
"Welcome to 5.8 Undersea Restaurant." A waiter said, her local accent trying to intercept her English.
"Alessandro Bianchi." I said. I was being low profile here.
"Oh yes!" She nodded, leading the way.
"Baby, there's nothing to be scared of. The fishes won't fall. The glass won't break and if it does, I'm here." I told her. She nodded, easing off a bit.
We strolled in, taking our seat. I placed our orders and stayed silent for a while, watching her.
She was enjoying the view. She wouldn't stop looking at the fished and her surrounding.
"This is so beautiful, Alessandro. It must cost a lot to be here." She spoke, her eyes settling on me.
"As long as it's for you, I don't mind." Shrugging, I casually said.
She bit her lips, looking down.
"You said you want to share something?" She relaxed back. "I'm listening."
Sighing, I started. "I'm not so perfect. Especially when it comes to things that does with emotions. I killed my emotions a long time ago."
"Okay?"
"I'm sorry I snapped at you. I... I was scared for a while." I admitted, gripping the edge of the table.
Her small hand rested on mine, making my grip weaken. "Why, dear?"
I glanced up at her and then down to the table. "You're so beautiful. So perfect. You deserve someone who can reciprocate everything. You don't need me."
"I do need you. It's my decision."
My eyes met hers, holding it there for a while. "I can't reciprocate everything. "
"Just acknowledge mine and be there." She said, squeezing my hand. "I'm not asking for much."
"This is not so easy for me, hence the snapping earlier. I truly am sorry." I told her, sincerely.
"I'm not mad at you, Alessandro. Not anymore. Just... Try to accept us. I like you... I really do and I want you all of you. I already said this."
"You did and I'm sorry you have to repeat yourself again." I chuckled, smiling at her. "You look so fucking hot and I want all of you too."
"I don't know how all this is going to happen -I mean, between us - but I hope you don't expect more. At least..."
"Sure. That's cool."
At least for now.
"Yeah. I'm glad we're good." I smiled at her.
"But we got a problem." She leaned on the table, flashing me her boobs.
"What?"
She looked around and then beckoned at me to lean closer.
"I'm not wearing panties, Alessandro." My eyes widened. My throat bobbed down. "I swear."
Smirking, I leaned back. "Wanna fuck me in here before the food arrives?"
"H... here?"
"It'll be fun. I paid for the place anyway." Shrugging, I undid my belt.
"Fuck yeah!"
That's my fucking woman.