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43| Q U A R A N T A-T R E

AKILA'S POV

Alessandro really loves croissants.

I watched him eat his eleventh and last croissant on the plate. I only ate three and he finished the rest, he would remind me again and again how delicious they are. I'm glad he finally got something to eat, I know whenever he feels off, he immediately stops taking care of himself so it feels lighter seeing him better.

"What time is it" he asked cluelessly as he took the last bite. He locked his hands together, slowly chewing in his mouth in hope the taste would last longer. I smiled softly at his innocent figure, who would have imagined a mafia boss would be so cute and sweet.

"Don't look at me like that" he said in a challenging tone which as much as I'm compatible, I liked it. "How am I looking at you?" I questioned his words with a small head title I know he found adorable. I wanted to reach my hand and hold his, I love how warm he always is. It creates this feeling in my body at the sudden change of temperatures, it's new and exciting.

"Come here" before I could acknowledge his words, I was pulled by my waist and now I'm sitting on his lap facing him as my hands rested on his chest. "Thank you" he spoke softly and gave me a quick kiss on both cheeks. "It's nothing Al" he slowly raised his eyebrows and looked at me in shock, "What? I can't call you Al? Alright then Mr Santoro" his grip around my waist tightened and I knew I hit something. I didn't even try hiding the smirk creeping on my lips, "Don't ever call Mr the hell he is, I've never loved the name Al more especially coming out of those full lips, that beautiful tongue that drives me insane and those straight-white, perfect teeth"

I bite into my lower lips, how could such simple words make my stomach flip upside down. His gaze landed on my lips, "Don't do this to me" he said in full surrender and as usual, I had to act innocent. Don't blame me, when a hot Italian man is that weak for you, you would want to hear it over and over and over. "Do what?" There was my amazing acting skills, he saw right through my fake innocence. "I know you're not that innocent Akila, after what happened yesterday, I've seen and felt enough to know you're not innocent, in any way" he teased as small memories from yesterday grew clearer in my mind, I tried to push them away but how could you push that away. He sneaked his hand in between my thighs and said, "it's okay, I can't get over it too"

I rolled my eyes playfully and he giggled with that devilish look on his face knowing he's right. It's not that I've never had sex, I used to seduce hundreds of men for fun. Why just kill them with a bullet when you can have fun with their heads. It never meant anything to me but, what happened yesterday with Alessandro mattered a lot, much more than it should have. I felt and not just pleasure, there were a million feelings hitting every vein in my body, leaving an unforgettable memory of that night.

I suddenly felt Alessandro standing up, "What are you doing" I said, holding onto his neck as his hand supported my weight by holding my ass. I looked back where his hands were and looked back at him raising one eyebrow, "What?" He's playing my game. "I can play clueless too, love" he whispered into my ear before kissing it, his breath created goosebumps on my neck and I shook it off. "And why keep having flashbacks from a memory when we can re-do it again"

"I'll kill you"

"Best day of my life"

I hit his shoulder with a lot of force, I'll never have something to threaten this man with, he loves everything I do. "That hurts" he admitted with a grin I wanted to smack off, "Oh yeah?" I said, hearing my own accent which caused his grin to grow wilder.