LOVE CONQUERS – CHAPTER 17

Chapter 17

 love.falling

 

 

“Come down at eight. I will be waiting.” He had said, and yet when the dinner gong sounded, Iris was still in her room.

A mass of nerves, she had dressed in the apple green dress she’d found at a boutique in Florence. The satin material of the dress slid silkily over her body, its broad neck emphasising her collar bone and the narrow shoulders. The ruched bodice gave her a seductive look with diamonds glittering right under the side of her under-breasts. The slit at the side of the dress made her look sexy, emphasising the long length of her legs. Her golden brown hair flowed smoothly over her smooth & silky shoulders, playing hide and seek with light.

She wondered if she’d made a wrong choice with the dress. This was the only one she’d got with her on this trip. Maybe she should have gone shopping last week. But how could she have known Alessandro would – no, she shook her head. It was no use lying to herself. She had known he would be here, just that she didn’t know when. And now – with no other option she had to wear it.

What if Alessandro found this dress to be a signal that she welcomed his advances? She didn’t want him to think she was a cheap tart. What if he thought, she was similar to other women who came running into his arms, displaying their bodies, ready for the taking? But most of all, she was scared that if he touched her, he would know how she felt. She was putty in his hands every time he touched her. She had to keep him at arms’ length.
Before she could change the dress however, there was a knock on the door. Iris opened the door thinking it may be Maria to announce the dinner. Instead she found Alessandro, standing there looking like dark haired Adonis.  He wore a dove grey suit that screamed rich, giving him the look of what he was- an arrogant billionaire who knew he looked good and wouldn’t give an inch to anyone.

“What?” Muttered a startled Iris, in her nervousness completely oblivious to the way he was staring at her. She turned her back to him and picked up the hair brush adding, “I was just about to send Maria to you. I’ve –“

“-not got a headache, surely?” mocked Alessandro, his voice belying the way his body and brain had responded to seeing her. She looked absolutely gorgeous in the dress she wore.
Iris stiffened at his words, putting the hairbrush down. She gritted her teeth, mentally frying him in hot oil for putting her through this situation. She spoke, her voice right with annoyance, “I was merely stating that since we have nothing to talk about, it’s best I take my dinner on a tray.”

“After being dressed up the way you are, it would be criminal to eat your dinner on a tray, holed up in your room. Not that food holds any attraction to me after looking at you. “ he came close to her, and before she could suspect what he was up to, pulled her to him, caging her in his arms.

Iris gasped at the contact and struggled in his arms, “Let me go Alessandro. This has to stop!”

“Why?” bluntly asked a husky voiced Alessandro, as he pushed a strand of hair away from her face and cupped it in both his hands, looking intently into her eyes.

Iris forgot what she wanted to say as she met his eyes that glowed like emerald fire. She forgot all else, except him. She closed her eyes as she saw her hunger reflected in his. His breath caressed her face. Slowly he bent towards her and asked again, placing a butterfly kisses on her lips, her eyes, her lips again.

“Why? Why should it stop Iris?”

With difficulty, Iris spoke, her eyes still closed, “Because-“

“-because?” Alessandro whispered against her mouth, kissing it softly, swiftly. Iris moaned at the loss of his lips from hers. Alessandro groaned, “You take my breath away Iris. Do you have any idea how much I want you? “

Not letting her speak, he took complete possession of her lips, kissing her with a hungry urgency. Iris responded in kind. Mouth fused explosively, as they kissed each other, holding on to each other.

Alessandro kissed her throat, murmuring her name again and again, “Iris, Iris. I’ve been thinking about this for months! There’s been not a single night when I’ve slept peacefully since I’ve met you. I want you so much.”

Her insides beamed at the thought of power over him. She wanted him too, right here and right now. All her worries, her anxieties could take a back seat for now. All was forgotten as she fell deeper under Alessandro’s spell, as he molded her body to his, his hands splayed widely on her bottom now. His clean, fresh male scent filtered through her nose and went straight to her head. She felt his hard arousal against her body and shivered with the thrill of it. She had the power to make him mad with desire, just as he had this power over her. They were equals.

She tried to speak, “Dinner-“

His voice was low and husky as he said, “Dinner be damned. I have much better delights to taste.”

It should have given Iris an indication of the things about to come, but she had no inkling of it, as she continued raining soft kisses on his jaw, her mouth trying to capture his wandering one. Seeing her growing wild with want, Alessandro groaned deep in his throat, his feet moving slowly towards the bed.

Unhurriedly he moved her hair on to one shoulder, sliding the strap off  and kissed it as he eased her on to the bed and moved sideways to be with her. She moaned his name as his mouth moved lower, kissing the collar bone and then moving towards her breasts.

Something in her had broken down when he had told her how much he’d wanted her, how he’d spent sleepless nights like her. Her love it seemed, all the antagonism they showed on the surface for each other had caught up with them, leaving them bereft of good senses. All she could think of right now was that she wanted him to make love to her, whatever the consequences.

Alessandro began caressing her breasts, playing with them through the silk of the dress, kissing her at the same time, teasing the nipples into hard pebbles.
“Alessandro.” She moaned weakly, a vestige of common sense trying to make its way through her desire fogged brain. “ We mustn’t!”

“Stop me now if you can Iris. I can’t do it myself.” Alessandro said even as his lips burned a path along her neck, moving to suck her breasts through the silk, capturing first one and then the other in his mouth. She cried out his name, gripping his head as her fingers tangled in his hair, as if urging him to suck harder, while she writhed under his exploring mouth. All this was new but so unbearably erotic ! No one had had the power to arouse her to such an extent in her entire life. She knew she couldn’t stop him even if she wanted to.

His hand moved lower as did his lips. He kissed her stomach reverently and then came back to catch her lips again, while his hand pushed the dress higher up, climbing up her thighs. She gasped in his mouth, as he touched her feminine core through the flimsy slip of cloth covering her femininity. His fingers worked their magic on her as she clung to him desperately, wanting him to give her the release.

The dress rose higher up and his hands pushed aside the flimsy material to feast on her. She said his name again and again like a chant as he devoured her, her body writhing under his mouth, as he held her firm by the thighs. He took her higher and higher, pleasuring her  until finally she bit her hand to mute the scream that rose in her throat, as she exploded.

She was still getting her breath back, as he kissed her there once again before coming up and laying down beside her. She turned to him and laid her head on his chest, listening to his thundering heartbeat, before she moved up to kiss him.

Alessandro could barely keep his control intact. He so badly wanted to tear his trousers off and find solace in her heat. But he must get his breath back first. When Iris rose up to kiss him, he almost lost it. His tongue mated with hers, as his hands roamed over her back, holding her to him, as they began getting lost again.

His loud curse was a shock to her system as he removed his hand and mouth from her body in a swift movement, moving away from her. Her dazed brain registered the knocking on the door and all he desire was washed away in an instant. He got up from the bed and said, “Someone is at the door. You must respond. Or should I? ”

Shame engulfed her at her own actions, her wantonness. She decided to ignore it for the moment, shook his head at him and got up from the bed. Maria was at the door, wanting to know if she would be coming down to dinner. Iris replied in a shaky voice that she would be down soon and they heard Maria moving away.

Iris wouldn’t look at Alessandro as she  adjusted her dress and trying to blank out the chaos going on inside her mind. Her hair was a mess. She picked up the brush with shaking hands and started soothing out the knots. She heard Alessandro take a deep breath, but she didn’t pay him much attention, trying not to think at all.

“Iris, I-“ Alessandro started, but Iris interrupted him, “Please Alessandro, you need to go down. I shall be down presently. I just need some time.”

Alessandro’s mouth tightened as he heard shame clouding her voice. He caught her from behind and turned her towards him, tightening his hold as she tried to push his hands away,  he said, “NO! Listen to me Iris. What we did was natural. We’re two people, passionate by nature,  who’re attracted to each other. We’ve been fighting this for a long time now.  Why should we not let it happen?”

Iris refused to look at him, lest the tears she had in her eyes betrayed how she felt, as she said, “Let me go Alessandro, please!”

He softened his hold but didn’t let her go. She took a deep breath to control her breathing and said softly, “I know what you’re saying about—about attraction is true. But I do not wish to give in to it. It means nothing and it will only complicate things. It is best to leave this alone.”

Alessandro put his finger under her chin and made her look up. Seeing her tear wet eyes, he swore, frustrated with this entire situation. “Don’t do this to yourself, to me! What do you want me to do? “

Iris pushed him away and he finally let her go. She said, “Go down please. I’ll come down presently. I just want your word that you will keep to your schedule of going away, not come back and certainly not try to touch me again when we- when I spend the weekend – go there tomorrow. I will come there only because I want to see Ernesto and Antonio.”

Alessandro nodded and quietly walked out of the room, closing it behind him, leaving Iris free to let the tears flow down her cheeks.

LOVE CONQUERS- CHAPTER 15

Chapter-15

love.falling

Iris looked up into dangerously gleaming eyes of Alessandro and unconsciously took a step back. Alessandro watched her move with an eyebrow raised mockingly, “Scared of me Iris? Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“Rubbish! Why should I be scared of you or avoiding you?” Iris huffed back, offended that he could read her so easily. She ignored his grin at her reply and steeled her heart against his charm- or at least tried to, as she said, “I have been working like all your other employees do. I get paid to work in the day time, not to while my time away, Signor Bertoni.”

When he didn’t respond to her statement, she couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you here? I thought you’d have left to go back to the city yesterday itself. Don’t they need you at the office there?” Then as another thought struck her, she looked up at him, “Are you checking up on me?”

Alessandro was enjoying himself, seeing the expressions flitting past Iris’s face. She couldn’t keep a single thought in that pretty head of hers when he was around, could she? The thought made him grin inwardly. He was right. She will fall in with his plans, sooner or later.

Outwardly his face was a bland mask as he asked back, “Should I be checking up on you?”

Iris was confused and offended. Her work had always been a source of pride for her. “Of course you don’t need to check up on me. I work with complete sincerity. If you have any doubts on it, you may ask Luigi or even Signore Flipe or Felice.” She remembered their sass from the last time and smiled.

“I don’t need to ask the boys whether they find your work suitable or not. I was the one who recommended you for the job, remember? I know you’d do your work well.” Alessandro said, his mouth tight with annoyance. She smiled while thinking about his cousins and he didn’t like that. What could they do that could make her smile like that with fondness? A new emotion, this one, almost like he was jealous. His face took on an incredulous expression for a fleeting second before he put on the bland mask back, but his mind was whirring with the thought. Could it be that he was jealous of his cousins because Iris smiled while thinking of them? He frowned so heavily, that Iris was taken aback and instantly asked, “Cosa c’è Signor Bertoni?”

“Nothing is the matter Iris. And I’ve told you before, I’d like it if you’d call me Alessandro. Signor Bertoni makes me feel like my father.”

He sounded so surly that Iris found a smile making its way to her lips before she could stop it along with the words. “You sound like your son Ernesto right now.”

She bit her tongue the moment these words were out. Alessandro would not take it kindly to being compared to his two year old son, she was sure. She closed her eyes and cursed herself for her stupidity in provoking him and opened them, all ready to apologise only to gasp in shock at the look in his eyes. She wanted to run and hide somewhere where this hunger wouldn’t be able to touch her. She tried to move her feet away from him but they wouldn’t obey. She tried to take her eyes off his but he wouldn’t let go of the hold on her. Iris felt deer caught in headlights. Like a panther, he advanced on her slowly, the heat in his eyes nearly melting her on the spot.

Finally some part of her brain jangled loud in alarm as he came too close and she moved sideways, making some space between them, stuttering, “I must get back to the house. There’s – there’s..”

Alessandro caught her deftly by the waist and she collided against his body, her own catching fire. She closed her eyes at the sensation, trying to grapple to her sanity.

“Open your eyes and look at me Iris. Look what you do to me. Feel it.” And he moved his lower body against her, his arousal evident. Iris gasped and struggled, “Don’t—let me go Alessandro. I don’t want to-“

“Yes you do.” He said and brought his head down, close to her own. His eyes were at level now with hers, the green in them burning bright. Iris closed her own to reduce the impact of those eyes. He kissed her forehead then and she shivered. Next he kissed her, a fleeting touch, as he whispered against her ear, “I get so turned on when you talk like that. As if you know me and my sons intimately- as if you’ve known us all forever.”

One of his hands held her chin up as he rained kisses on her jaw, “I feel as if I’ve been in that body of yours, right inside your heat, giving them to you.”

His words short circuited her brain as images superimposed themselves on her sanity. Erotic images, where she herself being loved and made love to by Alessandro, taking Alessandro deep into her as he shot his seed, she saw herself giving birth to his sons and the joy of their being. Reality slipped back in then, like a bowl of ice cold water thrown on her face. She pushed him back hard, making him nearly rock on his heels, breathing fast and heavy as she said, “Don’t touch me !!! You—I will not fall for this. Never.”

Alessandro tried to hold her in his arms and explain, but she slapped them away, “How dare you talk like that—as if I was not an employee but your bit of fluff on the side!” She wrapped her arms around herself, shaking, “You are callous! You were married to their mother and yet can dismiss her without a single thought, but I can’t. How many times have you told a woman that while trying to seduce her Alessandro? This is sick!”

Alessandro caught her firmly this time, his eyes flickering grey steel, “Sta zitto! I have never needed to say anything like this to any woman. Women come to me knowing they are only going to be pleasure partners. “ At her scathing look, he continued, “I have never- ever said that to any woman before, you idiota!”

He let her go and turned away as he continued in a quiet voice, “ I was married to Flavia; Antonio & Ernesto’s mother -yes, but there was not a single day when I thought she could be called that. She was an upcoming model and came from respectable family. I married her because I was arrogant and I wanted the best looking girl on my arm. She was that for sure! But our marriage fell apart right from day one, when I realized that I was nothing but a bank balance to her. I stayed put until I found her drugged out of her head one day and trying to harass one of the male staff in the casa.

I threatened divorce. She became pregnant to keep me trapped in the marriage, so that I wouldn’t throw her out. The pre-nup was water-tight and she knew she wouldn’t be able to afford her extravagant lifestyle if I severed her from my money. She wanted just that- her extravagant lifestyle and she certainly had no interest in becoming a parent.  She gave birth to them and then ditched them for her parties and boyfriends.  I bore her for the sake of the boys, knowing they needed a mother. But she had no love to give them. When I finally filed for a divorce and got it, she went crazy. Worse, she threatened and scared Ernesto so badly that the boy still has nightmares. She will never darken the door or come near my sons again.”

His voice while he had been confiding in her had been quite emotionless and pain-free. But now he turned around and she could see the anger in his eyes- anger directed at her, “ Do you think they deserve a mother like that? Do you think I deserved a woman like that though I was foolish enough to marry her?”

Iris was dumbfounded at his angry outburst and his revelation. Her heart hurt at the pain that she and the boys had gone through.

She said, “No, I don’t think the boys deserve that.”

“But I do?” Alessandro smiled at her, mocking her sympathies and shrugged, “I can live with it. Love for a woman has no place in my life. I am happy having them as pleasure partners, but I will try to make sure, if I ever re-marry, the woman will love my sons as her own. They don’t deserve to be without a mother.”

It hurt her very much to know that he didn’t believe in love. There was no chance then, that he could ever fall in love with her or love her. Putting her own misery aside, she focused on his pain. He deserved to know what she meant. In quiet and gentle tones, she said, “No, I meant, I don’t think you or the boys deserve that. But be thankful for what you have.” At his questioning look she said, “The boys. Had you not married her, you’d never have had Ernesto and Antonio. Some good at least came out of it, yes?”

Alessandro looked at her, disbelieving his ears. He had all but accused her for being insensitive and she was trying to show her good in what had been bad all the way? Yet, he couldn’t deny that his sons were one of the best things he valued in his life. He nodded his head and said, “Yes. Si, that is true. But I wish I could give them the happiness they crave. They see mothers of their friends and become sad and I feel powerless. I can’t help but feel sorry for the lack of mother’s love in their lives.”

Iris was astonished to see this side of Alessandro. He sounded sad, but more than that, he sounded helpless. Her heart ached for him. She couldn’t help herself . She went closer to him and laid her head on his chest, saying, “They are lucky to have you Alessandro. Fathers are very important to sons.”

Without replying, Alessandro wrapped his arms around her while she stood with her head on his chest. He felt – at peace. He kissed the hair on her head and said, “Si.”

Iris looked up, trying hard to hide the love that overflowed from her. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his jaw, a butterfly kiss. Alessandro stood still as she continued giving him butterfly kisses all along his jawline, her tongue hesitantly coming out to lightly lick the cleft on his chin and kissing it. Fire of desire roared high and loud in him but he had the sense to keep still. He knew this was not his moment. This was her moment.

LOVE CONQUERS-CHAPTER 8

It took her a few minutes to get back into her cool mode but Iris was ready; calm and composed by the time Lorenzo came to escort her down. She felt quite mollified when Lorenzo gushed at her appearance. She remembered belatedly that Alessandro had not even looked at her properly or said anything about her appearance.  She got angry with herself again and gave herself a lecture, “Stop it Iris! Don’t waste your time thinking about Alessandro Bertoni; the arrogant ass. Who cares what he thought of your appearance! You didn’t dress for him Iris, you dressed for Lorenzo. Go ahead and enjoy the party and if you see him, ignore him.”

And she almost followed her advice to the T. She complimented Lorenzo on his appearance and manners and stayed close to him all evening. She danced with him and other colleagues that she was friendly with but kept herself away from the part of the room where Alessandro kept his counsel. She had seen him when she had come down, with Vittoria draped all over him, glowered at his back and wished him to hell.

After that, she tried to ignore her senses that made her aware of his presence. She knew that he was on the other side of the room from where she was; talking to another blonde; a dumb head in her opinion from her staff. The blonde seemed to simper when he smiled and showed his predator like teeth.

Iris shivered as she imagined his teeth nipping her. To get rid of the feeling, she smiled brilliantly at the colleague she was dancing with so that the guy looked a bit dazed and offered her a glass of champagne. Iris accepted it with alacrity. Anything to keep her thoughts away from that odious Alessandro. She gulped down two glasses before she knew it and was still held in the arms of her colleague who’s name she’d forgotten. After that, it was easy to keep up the pretense of pleasure as she drank champagne and danced. She felt a little better now and smiled freely at the other guy who came up to ask her for a dance. She nodded enthusiastically and was about to put her hand in his when Alessandro’s drawl came from behind her, “I think she owes me this dance. If I may?”

He looked pointedly at the guy who held Iris’s hand and the guy immediately let go, looking at Alessandro’s mossy green eyes, sparkling with anger. Without much ado, he caught hold of Iris in his arms. He was unsurprised when she allowed him to hold her and felt instantly at peace.

Alessandro had danced with all the other ladies of the staff except- Iris. He had time and again this evening swiveled back to look at her and wondered at her impact on him. Perversely that was also one of the reasons why he had kept his distance. Iris snagged at not only his senses but also his feelings. He had noted the panic on her face and then also seen the panic subsiding when she started drinking without thinking. He had seen the worried look on Lorenzo’s face and her brilliant- over bright smile and still he had stayed away from her.

He had let Vittoria snuggle close to him; knowing he felt nothing for her. Vittoria knew the score and was no problem at all. Iris on the other hand, was not even ready to play. Maybe that was the challenge- the part of hunting the prey that lured him to her. He had told himself that until he had seen the leery look in the eyes of the last man who had asked her to dance and seen her oblivious to it.

Desire was one thing but to feel possessive about her was quite another. Desire he could handle, feelings he couldn’t. This was not a familiar response for the ruthless Alessandro, he acknowledged it reluctantly to himself. He had tried to tell himself that she was just another woman; an employee of his organization. He had his fun from time to time, sure he did- when women like Vittoria Terzo were willing and knew the score.

With Iris, he simply couldn’t control his want to have her all to himself. He cursed his cousins who had asked him to attend this weekend. According to them, it was a good time to mingle with the staff since the time for review and appraisals would soon begin. He had seen the logical side of the argument and come here.

The past few months after Iris had been hired by his organization, he had been so busy with his life and family matters that he had quite forgotten about her and the impact their meetings had had on him. It was only now that he remembered how it had kept him awake for many days before he had decided to recommend her to the human resource and hire her to come to Italy. He had kept tabs on her for some time– until the time he found his sons becoming a constant source of worry for the nannies and his mother. His mother had started telling him off recently and even gone as far as to say that he didn’t really care for his sons since he didn’t spend much time with them. These past few weeks had been hell what with constant arguments with his family who wanted him to choose a bride and get the boys a mother. He had quite forgotten all about Iris—until this weekend when he met her again.

This evening he had followed Iris with his eyes and realized that he had to come up with a plan to satiate his want. She had been ignoring him and avoiding the side of the room where he stood. He had felt fierce anger when she had let go of Lorenzo and started dancing with other men. He didn’t want her to dance with anyone else, didn’t like anyone else touching her.

Iris felt a jolt of awareness going through her, piercing the happy fog that a few drinks had spread on her. He looked up at him and into his eyes and her heart lurched. His hot glance was stuck to her mouth; plundering her. It so much felt as if he’s simply seized her lips with his own; possessing her by the sheer force of his magnetism. She looked away, aware of her shallow breaths and his deep ones.

“Look at me Iris.”

His soft command made her look up and Iris almost forgot to breathe. Time seemed to stand still as he took in his fill of her and she of him as they moved gracefully on the dance floor, oblivious to all others. He looked at her eyes that were brown pools of want; she was at this moment incapable of hiding it; the same golden brown reflected by her long, shiny hair, creating a stunning contrast to the creaminess of her skin. He could sit for hours and count the tiny freckles by the side of her nose that added freshness to her beauty instead of marring it. Her body was amazing, lushly curved where it should be; slender but full breasted with hips one would  want to hold on to. She had kept him at bay from the day they’d met and given him a taste of her sharp tongue; something he found refreshing. She was not just another attractive face; she was devastating and she was meant for him. This thought rang as clear as bell in Alessandro’s head as he moved her closer towards the exit from the party hall.

Iris had put her head on his chest and closed her eyes, listening to the beating of his heart. It was as if it was a call of drums; asking her to join him in a dance so ancient yet new.

“Are you alright?”

Iris opened her eyes and found herself out of the party hall, away from the crowd, with Alessandro standing disconcertingly close to her, still holding her in his arms. She gave him a light push and he let her go. She was flustered and breathless but she tried to bring her voice under control as she said, “Fine. I’m fine. I just want to go up to my room and sleep this madness off.” She moved away from him a bit. Alessandro frowned, irritated by her gesture of flight. He retained the distance in his voice too as he said, “You were becoming drunk and I had to move you away from the guys before you did any real harm to your—“

“I can take care of myself, thank you very much!!” Burst out Iris, her eyes blazing at him. “I don’t need your help, you –“

“Careful Iris. Be careful with what you say to me, my sweet or you may learn to regret it later.” Alessandro’s soft growl warned her.

Iris, still under the bravado of alcohol, looked at him airily, “Don’t bother with the threats Alessandro. I want to go up to my room and that is where I will go. Away from you. So there. Good night.”

She started to walk away from him, her steps faltering when she realized that she had indeed drunk more than she should have. Her legs were shaky. She closed her eyes and felt dizzy for a second. Instantly, she became aware of the warmth behind her and knew that Alessandro stood there, holding her steady by the waist. He cursed in Italian and said, “You’re in no fit state to walk by yourself. I wonder how you stood up between all those men and danced with them!”

“You keep away from me. I can take care of myself- always have. Okay?” Iris snapped at him, trying to move away but his hold on her waist was firm.

“I will take you up to your room. You can sleep it off and thank me tomorrow for saving you from disgracing yourself.” Alessandro picked her up as if she was light weight and dainty and started walking towards the stairs, away from the party hall and towards her room.

“I disgrace myself? Impossible. Don’t you know what they call me? I can’t be disgraced, you big man you!”

Alessandro looked down at her and grinned, “I know what they call you. You’d have ruined your reputation of ice maiden had you stayed any longer, mia bella. And yes, I am a big man but you’re no dainty flower either, are you? We make a good pair.”

“Over my dead body!” Iris flailed her hand in the air in defiance, “I’d rather fight you to death than be anywhere near you Al-saandro. I know men like you. Ruthless and heartless.”

“Indeed.” Alessandro murmured as he opened the tiny purse that hung around her waist and took out the key. He inserted the key in the lock and opened the door, holding her in his arms still. She now clutched at his shirt and said, “Put me down. I can walk.”

“No way am I putting you down to fall on your face, mia bella.”

Alessandro held her tighter and she involuntarily snuggled to get closer but said, “I’m not your beautiful. You didn’t say anything about my appearance this evening before. I don’t care either. I will close my eyes and open them and this dream will be over.”

Her voice was wistful when she said it. Alessandro gently laid her on the bed and looked at her, his voice gentle, “You are a beautiful creamy English rose among fiery Italians. Sleep it off princess. I’ll see you tomorrow- when you’re sane again and ready to listen.”

Iris barely could keep her eyes open but she couldn’t resist asking, “Listen to what?”

“On how I’d make you my bella, Iris. Good night.” Alessandro said to the softly snoring, already asleep Iris. He kissed her on her soft mouth slowly and smiled. His smile, if he had known it was full of tenderness as he covered her up and left her room. He had a plan.