little faster. Hell your pathetic Lil. I chastise myself.

“You gonna come in and get some food, or are you just gonna stand at the doorway and keep staring at me?”

How the hell does he always do that? I haven't made a single noise. Nervously shifting forward I take note that the earlier strain to his voice is gone. Maybe he has calmed a little like I have. Coming up beside him I peak around him to see what he is making. “You know how to cook?” I question.

Without seeing it full on I notice his lip turning up in a smirk on the side. “When I was younger my nonna would let me help her prepare some meals. She taught me quite a bit through the years she was alive.” I didn’t miss the love and admiration in his voice as he spoke of her.

“She sounds like a wonderful woman.”

“Yes she was.” He agrees with me.

My fear begins to melt away as I get sucked into the conversation, wanting to know more about this vulnerable side of Nicoli. “What was she like?” Wanting to get a glimpse at the woman this man holds to such a high esteem. He turns to look at me and I can see his eyes sparkle with adoration before turning back to our food.

“She was a very bold woman. She never took anyones shit and would call you on it just as fast. But she had a heart of gold, being born into this life she was always kind. This life didn't harden her like it does so many others. I couldn’t lie to her, she always knew when I was up to no good. The night I had brought Daveon home, I had snuck him into my room knowing my father would not have approved. I had missed dinner and my father had a rule about being on time to eat. If you were not there you didn't eat that night, but I knew my nonna had left me some food, just as she always did. Sneaking downstairs to get Daveon the food. She saw me with all my cuts and bruises. After she got me to tell her about him she made me take her upstairs where she cared for both of us. She never once questioned him, who he was or what he wanted. She had convinced my father to let him stay, though she was the only one to treat him as my brother, aside from me. Gave him a true sense of home and for that I will always admire and be grateful to her."

"I wish I could have met her." He stops again giving me his full attention as he turns to me. Grabbing my waist he pulls me to him, into his body's embrace.

"She would have loved you if she had. You remind me a lot of her." I settled into him and relaxed for the first time since this afternoon. After a moment of standing together like that he speaks, interrupting our silence.

"This should be done if you want to grab some glasses and a bottle of wine off the shelf, I will get out plates."

"Can we eat out on the deck?" I quip out. As he looks over at me I feel silly for my request, I look down explaining. "I would just really like to be out by the water and see the view one last time before we leave tomorrow." His finger tilts my chin up to see his face.

"Sweetheart we can eat wherever you want." A smile pulls at my lips.

"Ok thank you." I whisper out.

Reaching on the counter behind him he grabs off his phone as he types something into it. Placing it back down he turns back to the cupboards grabbing out some plates. "Go grab some wine and glasses and we can head out back."

I turn to go pick something out. Settling on a delicious looking bottle of pinot noir, I grab a set of glasses and an opener. I stand there waiting for him before heading outside.

Once he is ready, we walk out back to the deck. Setting the plates down on the accent tables in the living room he opens the door for me. Taking the wine and glasses out of my hands he gestures for me to walk out. At stepping out onto the deck I let out a gasp at the beautiful sight in front of me. Apparently he had had someone set up a table down on the beach in the sand. A white linen tablecloth rustles slightly in the breeze as a candle flickers atop it. "You didn't need to do this." I barely get out.

"No I didn't, but I wanted you to have a memorable last night in L.A. So if eating dinner in the sand is what you want I will make it happen." Turning towards me he finishes, "there isn't a lot I cannot nor will not do for you. If it is in my power I will make it happen. All you have to do is ask." I am floored by his sincerity. My eyes glisten with tears at the heartfelt declaration.

"Thank you, I'm truly grateful, but why do so much for me. You still barely know me?"

Taking a step towards me, he looks at me in my eyes. "Now that you are mine, everything I have is at your disposal. More than that there is something about you that pulls at something inside me, something I don’t quite understand. You have the ability to draw out both my inner demons while at the same time that you keep them at bay. I feel protectively drawn to you, and have since I first met you. Felt a need that every cell in my body demanded to have you. I myself don’t understand it and I tried to fight it for two years, before eventually giving in to the possessive desire that drove me all that time. Liliana, I want you

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