His Only

Chapter Twenty Eight

~AMELIE~

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Still can't take the elevator kiss out of my head. I giggle but close my mouth quickly in hopes he wouldn't hear it. What has gotten into him lately?

"What had gotten into you Amie?" I asked myself grinning from ear to ear. I grab a towel and wrap it around my body and use the other one to dry my hair looking around the Bathroom, it registers to me that I didn't bring anything to sleep in.

Dummy!

I didn't shop for one either. I let out a frustrated groan. Chewing my inside cheek. I contemplated what to do. After what seems like eternity, I finally muster up the courage to walk out of the bathroom.

Alessandro was sitting on the bed, his back resting on the frame, his eyes fixed on the screen of the MacBook he was holding. Aren't those super expensive? He looks super hot, his hair rough as if he had run his hands through them multiple times. I took my time drinking in his perfect features. He is one handsome man. I must give him that. Was he this fine all these times? My eyes trail his bicep and I realise now, the tattoo covering almost half of it. I squinted my eyes hoping to make out what the tattoo was all about.

"You can come closer to get a better look you know" I jump my eyes locked into his. He just caught me ogling at him. Shame Amie, shame! Huff!

"I wasn't looking at anything though" I defended myself and heard him chucked lightly and it sounded so fucking good.

He then proceeds to get up from the bed.

'Don't come closer, don't come any closer... don't...'

"Come here" he says while taking long strides toward me and stretching out his long hands. His grip firmly on my waist pulled me closer. My face grew hot. I'm sure it's as red as a tomato. Just how did I end up here? !

"I.... Let go of me" I stutter my gaze anywhere but him.

"You know that's impossible," he whispers. His hot breath fanned my ear seeing shivers through me. I pressed my legs together.

"I'm not putting on anything!" I blurted out and almost bit my tongue. Really Amelie? Why say that?!

"I mean I completely forgot to pick out something. I..... you know we kind of left in a rush......."

As I blurted out my confession, Alessandro's eyes flashed with surprise, then darkened with desire. His gaze intensified, piercing through me like a hot blade. I saw hunger in his eyes, a primal longing that made my heart race.

His face, always chiselled and handsome, now seemed razor-sharp, his features honed by lust. His lips curled into a sly smile, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

Alessandro's body language changed, too. He leaned in closer, his movements fluid and predatory. His hands hovered near mine, as if eager to claim me. His voice dropped to a low growl, sending tremors through my core.

"I knew it," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "I knew you wanted me."

In that moment, Alessandro exuded confidence, dominance, and raw desire. He seemed to own me, body and soul. I felt vulnerable, exposed, yet drawn to him like a moth to flame.

"I..."

"Amelie, are you seriously trying to drive me insane? Standing there, barely covered in that towel, your body pressed against mine... You're teasing me, testing my self-control. Don't think I don't notice the way you're trembling, the way your cheeks flush when I look at you.

"You're playing with fire, Amelie. You're not ready for what you're stirring up. That towel is transparent, and I can see every curve, every inch of your skin. You're practically naked, and I'm supposed to just ignore it?