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The interior was absolutely gorgeous with high ceilings and nice wooden floors. As I kept walking I was meant with the living room that was massive with nice plush sofas and a mahogany table in the center. The flat screen was hanging from the wall and the whole place was surreal. Their was a set of spiral stairs and a huge glass chandelier in the center of the ceiling. From what I could see this place was anyone’s dream home and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
“You live here” I exclaim one again flabbergasted at my surroundings.
“No the tooth fairy lives here. I merely check in every once in a while” he retorts sarcastically and I can’t help but giggle at his response.
“Damn Stone, didn’t know you had sass” I reply, arms crossed as if I were assessing him.
“What can I say mia cara, it’s all apart of the charm” he says adding a wink at the end. Shaking my head I continue to explore further into his home and as I’m lost in my amazement I feel something lick my ankle. I scream and jolt away looking down to see a puppy. My expression immediately melts and I squat down to pet him.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
“You didn’t tell me you had a dog” I exclaim gushing at how cute the little fur ball was. He climbs into my lap and my heart warms again as he makes himself comfortable. I continue to coo and pet the pup completely ignoring Ivan.
“If I’d known you were this into dogs, I would’ve brought it up ages ago” he replies with a small smile. I look and give him an award winning smile but focus my attention back to the pup. He stands up in my lap to gaze into my eyes in confusion before licking my face in acceptance. Giggling I wipe his slobber away and pick him up before standing up myself.
“What’s this cuties name Stone” I ask referring to him by his last name.
“His names Marley” he answers walking towards me to engulf us into his embrace. I lean into his chest and look up at him to see him looking at me with such happiness. I put the dog down and stand on my tippy toes needing to feel his lips on my own. I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck as we kiss but I pull away quickly.
He growls in protest before turning us around and pushing me up against the nearest wall. He continues to assault my lips with his in a heated way causing heat to travel around my body. I lift my arms up to run my fingers through his gorgeous locks of hair slightly tugging. He groans before gliding his hands down the length of my body before they teasingly rested on my bum. He gives it a firm squeeze to which I gasp in pleasure and he uses this to slide his tongue into my mouth starting a war between us. We fight for dominance but he wins and we keep kissing heatedly. My need for him increases and I hesitantly put my hand under his shirt and I graze my nails against his toned skin causing him to moan loudly. He breaks the kiss looking at me with such hunger and need that I gasp in shock.
“Mia cara, I can’t control myself if you keep doing that” he whispers strained and then I remember my hand still feeling his abs under his shirt. I blush and look down but he uses his hand to tilt my head up so I was looking straight into his eyes.
“Non nascondermi il tuo bel viso da me la mia cara” he whispers to me in Italian and I had to squeeze my legs together to suppress the heat.
(Don’t ever hide your face from me)
“Me haces caliente y mojada” I respond sexily in Spanish knowing he wouldn’t know what I meant.
(You make me hot and bothered)
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life” he whispers huskily leaning his forehead against mine. “What did you say” he adds confused and I blush before breaking from his embrace to go to the kitchen. He follows me still questioning what I said but to no avail because I ignore him.
“I’m thirsty” I whine to him needing something to quench my thirst. He looks at me mischievously with a wink before walking to his fridge and opening it. I process what I said and shake my head with a chuckle.
“Water or lemonade” he asks with his head in the fridge.
“Lemonade” I reply jumping up to sit on the counter. He grabs to glasses and pours the liquid into them before handing me mine. With a smile, I put the glass to my lips and take a sip, my taste buds being swarmed with the sour but refreshing taste of lemonade. I drink about half the glass before setting it down on the counter. Ivan walks towards me with his glass and spreads my legs apart to stand in between them.
“Have I told you how enticing you are mia cara” he asks staring into my green eyes.
“Only about a million times” I joke before adding “Say it to me in Italian.”
“Si attira la mia cara” he says pronouncing each syllable extremely slow and sexy. I’m sure my expression could show my lust for him and he chuckles before giving my exposed thigh a squeeze. He turns and walks away into the living room leaving me in my dazed state wondering what it would be like if he made love to me while whispering in Italian. I snap out of my highly inappropriate thoughts before jumping off the counter leaving my glass behind.
“That wasn’t very nice” I say sternly walking into the living room to see him sprawled out on the massive sofa. He chuckles before opening his arms out signaling me over.
“Come cuddle with me mia cara” he instructs me and I oblige without hesitation. I lay down next to him given we had enough room to store a small army. He immediately wraps his arms around my small body and tugs me so close that I was laying on top of him. I lift my head up to gaze into his mesmerizing gold eyes and give him a quick peck before lying back down. We lay in a comfortable silence as I listen to his thumping heart beat and he plays with my long hair. I feel myself begin to doze off and welcome the sleep with open arms.
I wake up about an hour later to see we were in the same position. I glance up sleepily to see Ivan sleeping peacefully underneath me and that moment I gush at how adorable he looked. In his sleep he no longer looked like the intimidating CEO that fired people for the hell of it, there was a sense of calmness surrounding him as he slept and I couldn’t help but admire him.
His eyes shoot open startling me and I manage to somehow fall off him onto the floor. I groan and just lay there in pain as I here his booming laugh above me.
“Mia cara are you ok” he asks after he sobers up from laughing and I pull myself up before glaring at him.
“I’m glad my physical pain was of some amusement to you” I retort sarcastically rubbing my elbow before standing up and speaking again. “What time is it” I ask confused.
He takes his phone out of his pocket to examine the time before holding it up to me. The time on his phone read “10:30pm” and I nod walking into the kitchen slightly hungry. He walks in behind me and I sit on a stool running my fingers through my untamed tangles.
“Are you hungry” he asks while getting a pan out of one of the cabinets. I nod relieved that he asked and he continues walking around the kitchen. I put my head down on the cool counter and listen to the sound of him cooking.
A smile grazes my face and at that moment I was on cloud nine. Graduating college, I hadn’t expected to find a job so easily not to mention be working for an insanely hot man who had taken an interest in me. Growing up, I didn’t have the best life considering my father left my mother and I when I was 4 years old. My mother did the best she could to provide for me but as I grew older she slowly began to lose herself in depression. She committed suicide when I was 17 and I had been alone ever since. From then on I began to lose myself in work and school, promising to become a successful business women for my mom. I feel a wetness on my cheek and I realize I’m crying.
I didn’t exactly know if it was because I missed my mother or if I was happy that I stood true to my promise. Even if my mother and I weren’t close, I still felt somewhat responsible for her death.