Chapter 6: what it’ll feel like to Kiss him
Alessandro walked upstairs, covering his boner and trying so hard not to look back.
Furiously, Isabella tied the towel firmly and walked after him.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
She wished she could give him a knock, kick him, or do anything to make him feel pain.
He opened the door to his room, walked to his closet and brought out a long top, a khaki and handed it to her.
“Here, I don’t need it anymore, you make use of them” He said and walked out. She changed into the top and dropped the khaki on his bed.
She walked down and saw him bringing in pasta, she smiled and sat on the chair. He turned to look at, frowned and gave her the food.
“Why aren’t you wearing the khaki?”
“It’s too long, kinda old and cheap” She responded with a sneer.
“That top actually costs £40, 000, do you think it’s cheap?”
“Eww” She complained and he stared at her with a smirk, challenging her to pull it off.
“Why can’t you take it off, I bet you can’t? You think it’s cheap but you’re very comfortable in it” He inquired sweetly.
“I’m not gonna give you the image you badly want. I know you want it but you ain’t getting it” She replied and he laughed.
“I loosened your towel and didn’t even spare you a glance, isn’t that enough evidence that I don’t find you attractive?” He grinned, cocking his brows and she blushed slightly.
“Enough blabbering, apply your table manners, I wouldn’t want to choke on this thing” She said, staring at the food with disgust.
“We’re not even at the dining” He replied with gritted teeth.
They finished eating and she took the paper plates to the kitchen, dumped it in the sink, and went back to the sitting room.
“Can I have my laptop back?”
“No, I’m still busy, what’s your password, I need it,” She asked cheekily.
“Why, hand it over I’ll type it”
“No, tell me. I’ll be busy with it and I can’t get up every minute to ask for your password when I wanna open a new app. So the password?” She sneered and he puffed out a breath.
“Fine, STRIPPERS” He and she stared at him with surprise.
“Strippers!?. Are you insane? Yes, you are because no sane human would use strippers as his password” She replied with a chuckle and he left for the gym.
He was doing abdominal crunches when his thoughts drifted to her. He wondered what she was doing with his laptop and smiled.
“She’s probably invading my privacy. Damn, that sexy princess. Don’t know how long she’ll be here but we might end up tearing each other’s hair” He thought as he cleaned sweat off his face.
“What’s making you smile?” He heard and frowned, turning to look at her.
“Why are you here? Isn’t my laptop enough or do you want me to leave this whole house for you?” He scowled sarcastically.
“That doesn’t answer my question, what is making you smile? My face or my presence?” She whispered with a cocked brow.
“I remembered someone appealing , my favorite stripper whom I’m in dire need of right now. But thanks to someone, I wouldn’t be able to see her for a little time” He snorted and she frowned deeply.
“Step aside, I wanna exercise, this sexy body needs to be in shape” She replied, brushing past him and he held her waist, drawing her close to him.
“You wish! You haven’t answered mine, should I leave the house for you?” He mumbled huskily and she shivered with arousal, his voice sending chills down her spine.
“Yes, please leave. I never want to see your face again. Your face ruins everything” She stuttered, pushing him back and his hands moved to her back, she was about to fall.
He removed his hand and with a loud groan, she fell down.
“I’m so sorry, I would’ve loved to assist you but I’m too poor to do that” He mocked and went to a different machine.
Angrily, she stood up and switched on the running machine.
“Easy princess, you would spoil it and damn I’m gonna send the bills to your father, it cost me a lot to furnish this place, I wouldn’t let even the richest of souls destroy it” He declared sweetly and she ignored him.
They continued exercising for the next 30 minutes in silence with only their groans filling the room. He looked at her and then switched off her machine.
“Hell, princess you’re boiling hot,” He remarked and she switched it on, ignoring him.
“Can’t you do something else? Take a nap or something rather than trying to burn yourself out?” He demanded, drawing her and he lost balance as she tried to push him.
They both ended on the floor, her breasts on his chest as his dick twitched.
He stared at her rosy lips and had a strong urge to kiss her.
He rolled her to the other side and got on top of her, moved his lips close to hers, fanning her with his breath and his lips almost touched her when she pushed him aside.
“Eww, get off me now, you rascal” She let out, he rolled off her and stood up, using his hands to touch his hair. He didn’t understand what had pushed him to almost kiss her.
He felt grateful for not kissing her, knowing fully well she was gonna make a fuss about it and also regretted not kissing her because he so badly wanted to taste her lips.
“Has he decided to give you your things back? Or have you come to a conclusion?” He treaded lightly, trying to lighten up the mood.
“No, he’s still threatening to find me and also making a fuss about how this is bad for his election” She replied with a shrug and they both walked out of the gymnasium.
“What’s actually your gain? I don’t still understand why you’re doing all these, I’m sure he would have given you your phones back if you stayed at home” Alessandro questioned, somewhat confused.
“I’m gaining a lot and I’m also making him pay for his stubborn actions” She answered and he could hear other meanings to her words.
“No matter what happened, you should learn to forgive and forget, he’s your father and probably the only close family you have. It’ll hurt a lot when you lose him” He advised, sitting on the couch and she laughed.
“Forgive like it’s easy. How would you feel if the most important person in your life was killed just because of a stupid person’s desire for power and authority?”
“Do you know what it feels like to lose your mother at a tender age and go into autism for almost a year? Have you grown up, lacking your mother’s warmth, care and love?” She demanded and he shook his head.
“I’ve never experienced that but I’ve experienced what it feels like to lose a twin sister, Alessandra was my best friend and I lost her at the age of 17 due to cancer” Alessandro confessed and she looked at him with pity.
“We both can never understand each other’s loss” She let out and ran to his room, he ran after her and she locked the door, crying as she sat on the floor.
He banged on the door and she ignored him, begging him to go away.
“I might as well take a nap now” He thought and went back to the sitting room.
Isabella raised her head up, the light had reflected in her eyes. She stood up lazily with a yawn, looking around.
“Woah, for how long was I asleep?” She wondered and opened the door.
She walked outside and found him asleep. She stopped abruptly and stared at his handsome face.
“He’s quite handsome, just too arrogant, obnoxious, sexy, gorgeous and still sexy” She thought with a sigh, going close to the couch.
She ran her hand over his face, waiting for a reaction but got none.
“So he’s a deep sleeper huh?” She whispered and stared at him for almost a minute.
She touched his face and he frowned slightly, muttering some words and she giggled. She trailed lines of his cheek as she glanced at his face.
She bent slightly, her face a few inches away from his. Her eyes watched his pink thin lips and she licked her lips, biting back a moan.
“I wonder what it’ll feel like to kiss his lips”
“But what if he wakes up? What if he pushes me away. But he’s a deep sleeper, he wouldn’t even notice?” She thought and with a big gulp, she bent her face and her lips collided with him gently.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and held her head in place as she was about to lift her head up, he pulled her close, deepening the kiss.
She opened her eyes, wide with shock and closed it lightly, enjoying the kiss as his tongue intruded her mouth.
She mouthed a moan as his hands squeezed her breasts while he let out a groan.