CARMELO
I pulled up the "feed me" move again in the morning only to receive a deadly glare. Just one glare was enough to make me pick up my spoon and eat the soup in silence. God, she was horrifying sometimes when she was mad. Like a fluffy feral creature.
"I have to go." She uttered, patting my back because I couldn't for the life of me get enough of her. I glared at the car waiting for her with Black and four more guards I'd assigned to her as if they were the cause of our separation. I wished to be selfish and ask her to spend one more day with me, but I knew better not to. She was a busy woman, and her big day was up ahead. And she was already a day behind because of me. I couldn't be the cause of her failure. Otherwise, I'd never forgive myself.
I pulled back, lifted her chin and kissed her. I couldn't get enough of it either since the moment I tasted them. Fuck the ancestor's rules. I was patient enough for that kiss. I removed the strand of hair from her face, "Keep your phone with you all the time and call me when you land, tesoro." I rubbed her cheek.
"I will. For God's sake, I'll be late." I chuckled at the scowl on her face. "Fine," I pecked her lips and escorted her to the car. "Melo, you better have your meds and rest and not just work all day. I'll be asking Storm about it even if she hates me." She said once she was inside the car. "I will, tesoro. And I'm telling you this again, she doesn't hate you." Storm who was standing at the entrance sneered, proving me wrong before the love of my life. "She—"
"Whatever. Let's go." She uttered and the driver floored the car. Storm hated everyone. That's what I wanted to tell her.
"Check on with Freddy for any updates on the wall paintings at Casa Reale," both of us returned inside. "Yes, boss." I pulled the shirt above my head. "I'll be down in fifteen minutes. We're going to Strada Magica." I announced, heading upstairs. "But sir—" She frowned. "Prepare the car, Storm."
I tried. But I couldn't fucking help it.
Once I oversaw the contract signing with an airline at last, at Strada Magica. I returned home. It was utterly boring without her around. And I was supposed to head to Milan tomorrow with the family for her exhibition but fuck it. I couldn't stop myself from packing my suitcase and rushing to the helipad. I was feeling better. Definitely not too sick not to see her. In fact, I was going to be very sick if I hadn't seen her any hour longer.
Of course, Storm called me all sorts of names all the way to Milan. She was mad, so mad that I had become a simp as her last words said before she walked out of the room and went to hers. That's right. I was inside Chiara's hotel room. Waiting to surprise her. I was checking in Black every passing minute until I dozed off on a couch.
"Shit!" It was the door beeps that had me scrambling to the bedroom on my tiptoes. I leaned against the door, rubbing my eyes. It was dark. How could you sleep, you idiot?
Her heels clicked and then the door was pushed open. She entered, switched the lights and halted. Alerted. Damn! Did she have to be this good? I was getting turned on. Her hand fisted into a ball slowly but before she could turn around and punch the hell out of me… I moved, wrapped my hands around her waist and twirled around.
She squealed, "What the fuck?" Her body stiffened and then relaxed. "Put me down at once!" I chuckled and set her on her feet, taking a safe step back, "Look, I missed you. Okay?" I raised both my hands up. She sneered, "It hasn't even been a day."
"So what? I miss you every second of the day. You have no idea, tesoro." I grabbed her by her waist and kissed her, she melted in my arms. "And I missed this too." I kissed her again. "You are out of your mind," she uttered in between our kisses. "I'm crazy for you, tesoro." I whispered into her ear, pulling a beautiful smile on her lips.
Hours later, we were on the bed, after having dinner. "Are you sure you are not sick anymore?" she asked, her fingers drawing patterns on my chest. It could be amoebas for all I care. I just wanted her to never stop. "You have checked my temperature three times since you got here." I replied, nestling in her hair. I liked her shampoo and cologne, she smelled nice.
"How is the preparation at the gallery coming?" I asked.
"Good."
"Are you excited for tomorrow?"
"Of course, I am. What question is that?"
"I just love hearing your voice. So please talk about anything."
"I'm not a radio."
"Christ, tesoro. Must you be stubborn?"
"I was born stubborn. Sue me."
I threw my head back laughing. "Jesus Christ."
A phone vibrated on the nightstand, pulling both of us from our sleep. "What time is it?" she mumbled, yawning. "Probably midnight." I reached out, blinking and stretched my hand to her, "It's yours, tesoro." She raised her head, frowning, "Mine?" She took it and pressed it to her ear without looking.
"Chong? Please tell me it's urgent." She yawned again. "What?" she sat down abruptly the next second, pulling the covers with her. "Slow down and tell me what actually happened."
I frowned and sat as well, rubbing her tensed shoulders. What the fuck happened? The phone dropped down on the bed, and her eyes were welling with tears. Shit. "What's wrong, tesoro? What did Chong say?" She faced me and my heart broke into a thousand pieces before she could even speak. "It's the gallery." She whimpered.