ILARIA (book 3)

19. ILARIA🌙

Matteo informed me somebody would be picking me up and thankfully taking me home.

Arturo stands with me. "Who is it?"

"I don't know. Probably Leo or my dads." I look at my phone. "Next time, let it be just us, yeah?"

"I do apologise. I didn't know my family would be there."

"Your fifty million cousins and musty maid."

"Mara is not musty-"

"She smelled like cheese and pickles." I look at him. "And she put her dirty hands over my fendi."

"And did I not buy you a new one?"

I nod my head. "Fair enough."

"I am away to Italy for a week, so when I return I swear to take you out again."

"I'll take you out. We can go on a hike."

He nods his head. "Camping?"

"Something like that." Absolutely not.

Airport security start walking their way over. All my bodyguards get ready and I kiss Arturo goodbye on the cheek.

He grabs the back of my neck and kisses me properly.

I don't do PDA, So i push him away quickly. "Okay, goodbye."

"Goodbye, amore."

I follow my bodyguards as they drag my suitcase to a jet black private jet. This one was unfamiliar to me.

The stairs open and the pilot walks down the stairs, speaking to somebody.

Then, unexpectedly, Asahi walks down the stairs.

"Princess."

I look at my bodyguards, before walking past them. "How did you manage to pull this off?"

"I have a good friendship with your brother." He walks to me. "Stay one more day. With me. In my house. With no touching your... Fendi."

Matteo that traitor.

I smile. "Good. Can you buy me a new one?"

"I'll take you shopping right now."

"Thanks." I turn and start walking back into the building. "Hope you have a car sorted. My heels are killing my feet."

He chuckles, then takes a longer stride so he's in front of me and crouches down, stopping me from taking another step, I almost fall over him.

He grabs my thighs, then stands normally.

Oh, he is perfect.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, giggling as he walks me through the airport, me clinging onto his back.

As I wanted, there was a black Jeep waiting for us.

He puts me in the car and then pulls the belt over my body. "Your bodyguards?"

"They can follow in another car." I say, loud enough for them to hear.

Bodyguard B gets in the car at the front though, the driver in the drivers seat.

Good enough for me.

"Why did you come?" I ask him. "I'm still mad at you."

"No you're not." He gets beside me.

"Okay, I'm not, you flew to me." I say, content. "But we do need to talk about it."

"No."

"Yes."