Lost and Found

XIX

Domenico's POV

I sighed as I placed my elbows on the top of my desk, resting my forehead in my hands, hoping to wipe away my stress.

I couldn't do this anymore. It's been two weeks since I had spoken to Alessandra; two weeks since I told her I loved her, and I've been drowning myself in my work so that I wouldn't have to speak to her. I spend time away from her, I feel terrible; I see her, I either want to bring her to my room, or I want to hug her and tell her I love her again.

I picked my head back up and pressed the intercom button on my phone to contact my assistant and asked her to come in. She knocked on the door, opened it, walked in and up to my desk. "How can I help you, sir?" She asked.

"I gave you those papers a week ago to finish, why haven't they been put on my desk yet?" She started to look slightly nervous. I brought my hand up, and pinched the bridge of my nose in annoyance. "Victoria," I looked up, "those papers are worth 6 billion dollars, where are they?" She looked at her feet.

After mustering up the rest of the courage she had, replied, "I forgot about them, sir. I am so sorry, it won't hap—"

"Get out." I demanded, almost too calmly.

"I'm sorry, sir?"

"I said 'get out'!" I demanded again, this time louder and more harsher. She started to cry. She turned around and ran out of the office room. I growled lowly as I picked up the phone, calling my father. After two rings he picked up.

"I need a new assistant." I slammed the phone back down.

Alessandra's POV

Domenico has been driving me crazy. He hasn't talked to me in two weeks, and I'm about to call him out on it. I was in the middle of getting dressed after taking a shower when my bedroom door opened. I knew Bailey was out with Ryan and wouldn't be back for a few days. I walked out of the bathroom to find Domenico standing in the middle of the room, looking around. I cleared my throat in an attempt to gain his attention. He turned around to see me in my towel with only my bra and panties on underneath it. I looked at him annoyed.

"What the hell?" I snapped. "You tell me you love me, then you don't talk to me for fu—"

"Lose the tone." He demanded. I stared at him harder. It looks could kill.

"I. Wasn't. Finished." I replied, my tone harsher than before. "You didn't talk to me for two weeks, then drown in work. What the fu—" I was interrupted by him placing his hand over my mouth. I grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand off my mouth. "Do not silence me."

"Knock it off, Alessandra!" He thundered. "I love you, it's true but I can't love you. I'm not allowed. You were a mission. I was suppose to bring you back here for you to meet your real father. I just happened to fall in love with you. I'm next to become the Don. I'm dealing with drugs coming in and out, and dealing with other gangs. I'm not gonna lose you because I'm being... being a... a.... sconsiderato, amore-jacked stronzo." (1)

I felt my anger leave me as my body became relaxed. I looked into his eyes, stepped closer, and brought him in for a hug. After a minute, I realized that my towel was no longer wrapped around me anymore. I pulled back from the hug, and felt the blood rush to my cheeks, proving my embarrassment. I bent down to pick up my towel and wrap it around my body again. I started walking back to the bathroom again, but was stopped by a hand around the top of my arm pulling me back.

I found myself looking right into Domenico's eyes, his hands holding onto my shoulders to keep my steady. His gaze keeping me standing, staring into his eyes. I felt the tip of his fingers trace a line down my arms until it reached the tip of my towel. He slipped two fingers into the towel, making me shiver slightly. I slowly inches closer, finally his lips only a hair width away. I leaned in and finally placed my lips on his. It started out soft, but slowly he pulled the towel off my of body, and pulled me closer. Our soft kisses started to become more and more passionate. Deeper and deeper. He slid his shirt off, and undid his pants. He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Only two pieces of fabric between me and him. He pulled away for a minute to take a breath. He looked at me, moving a piece of hair out of my face. "Are you sure you want to do this now?" He asked, sounding unsure. I kissed his cheek and smiled.

I nodded my head, "yes. I'm sure." He laid me on my bed, and slowly placed his body on top of mine, slowly kissing down me, starting at my lips. He moved his lips to my nose, then to my cheek, then my jaw. Slowly moving down to my neck, my collarbone, my chest. From my left breast, to my right breast, slipping my bra off. Then down my stomach, and slipping my panties off. He came back up to my lips. He slowly placed himself, and slowly picked up each leg at a time, placed them around his waist, and then finally slowly slipped inside of me. I pulled away and hissed in pain. He stopped and looked at me concerned.

"Do you want to stop?" He asked. I laid there quietly. "We can stop if that is what you would like. I do not want to hurt you. Do you want to stop?"

"No," I replied, shaking my head. "Just...just take it a little slowly. It's been a while." He nodded his head, and placed a kiss on my lips. He slowly started again. Moving gently until I get used to the feeling and size.

At that moment, life started to stop. The everyday stresses diminishing into dust. The feeling of fear disappearing. Everything I've come to know was shaken and turned around; the puzzle pieces shattered. But now, with him here, it's piecing together, leaving me feeling happy, safe, wanted, loved...in love.

As peaks were reached, and highs came down, all we did was lie down, falling asleep in each other's safety and love. Not worrying about how everything would fit in with my father and his father. Just wanting each other.

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(1) inconsiderate, love-jacked asshole.