Does this baby mean nothing to you
1427 Words
Alessandro POV
The whiskey burned on the way down.
Alessandro barely tasted it, barely registered the glass in his hand as he leaned against the bar, watching the swirl of bodies move to the pounding bass. After the disastrous day he’d had, he decided he’d head to the nightclub he often frequented. His best friend and right-hand man Salvatore was still out of town, on a mission for him.
Alessandro needed this. The booze, the change of atmosphere. A distraction. That’s all he needed.
Domenico’s words still echoed in his skull. An heir must be conceived within the year. The f*****g nerve. His father, as always, playing God with his life.
And Gina. Christ. She hadn’t let up all day.
"Why is this happening? I don’t like this."
"You won’t touch her, will you? Promise me, Alessandro!"
He could still hear her voice, shrill and desperate, ringing in his ears. As if she didn’t already know how this world worked. And then Sophia…his wife. The way she pushed his buttons. Though he had to admit she was a breath of fresh air. Not many dared talk to him like that.
Alessandro took another slow sip of whiskey, rolling the glass between his fingers as a woman sauntered up beside him. Dark hair. Tight dress. The kind of woman who didn’t ask stupid f*****g questions.
"Need another drink?" she purred, pressing in closer than necessary.
Alessandro smirked. Perfect.
Without hesitation, he let his fingers trace the curve of her waist. She leaned in, her breath warm against his jaw as he ordered another round.
A distraction. That’s all this was. And he was taking her home.
Alessandro barely made it through the front door before he had her against the wall. Her breath hitched, and she made a desperate little sound as his lips crashed against hers. His fingers tangled in her hair, gripping, pulling—chasing something he couldn’t name.
They stumbled up the stairs, barely keeping their clothes on.
She gasped against his mouth. "Where’s your bedroom?"
His bedroom.
Fuck.
His mind snapped to Sophia. His wife. Probably curled up on his bed, hating every second of being in his house. A sharp jolt of rage shot through him.
He pulled back, exhaling roughly. "Over there,” He said, pointing to one of the many guest rooms.
The moment the door clicked shut, he shoved her onto the mattress, his belt unfastening in one smooth motion.
“Take off your dress,” He commanded in a rough voice. The woman complied, peeling off her red dress. She quickly unhooked her bra and pushed down her panties. She was about to take off her red heels, but Alessandro stopped her.
“Leave them on.” He commanded. The woman giggled.
“You’re a naught boy, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea,” Alessandro smirked, stepping closer. He’d quickly discarded his own clother.
“Such a big boy,” the woman purred, stroking him. Alessandro’s hands moved over her body, stopping at her p***y.
“Are you ready for me?” He whispered, feeling just how wet she was. The woman let out a sound between a confirmation and a moan.
“Good, now get on your hands and knees,” He said. She complied and Alessandro quickly slid on a rubber before he entered her roughly. There was no warmth, no slow build. Just hot and rough s*x. It was the way he liked it.
It was the only way he knew how to stop his spiraling thoughts.
He was in control. It was the one thing he still had left.
After he was finished, the woman was out like a light and Alessandro quickly showered and snuck back into his room, with only his pajama shorts on. He was keeping up his end of the bargain. Sharing a bed.
A sharp excruciating sound woke him from a deep sleep. The bed next to him dipped before a bright light blinded him.
“What the hell!” Alessandro yelled, holding up an arm to shield his eyes from the light.
“If you keep pretending I’m not here, then I’ll do the same,” Sophia’s voice rang out. Suddenly, Alessandro’s own alarm blared.
Great, it was time for his work-out. When he got up, he looked over at Sophia and noticed her eyes scanning his muscled chest. His lips automatically curled up into a smug smirk.
“You know,” He said, stepping closer to her. He expected her to step back away, but she held her ground, surprising him, “we could make this easier on the both of us and just conceive that heir. I’m game if you are.”
“Please,” Sophia scoffed, “don’t flatter yourself. I was just surprised that you seem to have some discipline after all. And here I thought you were just some sleezy drunk—it’s becoming a pattern you know, the drinking. Ever think of going to an AA meeting?”
Alessandro’s smirk fell. The mouth on this girl. It was infuriating.
She side stepped him and headed to the bathroom. Alessandro scoffed and he quickly walked into his closet, putting on his work-out clothes.
He worked out every morning. It had been his routine for years, but when he entered the gym, she was already there. Rearranging machinery and picking up weights.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“Working out, duh,” She shot back. He narrowed his eyes. He wanted to say something, but suddenly, she unzipped her sweater, throwing it off, revealing her sports bra and yoga pants. Holy s**t, her body was—
Alessandro quickly looked away. He hated that he’d wanted to look. Gina was his priority.
They both did their work-outs, ignoring each other. After a quick shower, Alessandro headed downstairs for a coffee and the paper. He was in the middle of the business section when Sophia strolled in. She opened the fridge and pulled out one of those little containers he’d noticed her making the night before.
Suddenly, he heard the clacking of heels on the floor. He looked up to see the woman from last night walking in. She was in her dress from the night before, her hair was a mess and her make-up was smudged, but she’d served her purpose.
“Hey, handsome,” She purred, walking over to him and running a hand down his shirt. Alessandro’s gaze moved to Sophia. She was watching him with a crooked eyebrow.
“I had a great time last night…maybe we could do it again?” the woman asked.
“Absolutely,” Alessandro said, and then he kissed her—and opened his eyes midway through—just to see if Sophia’s carefully crafted mask of indifference would fall—but it didn’t.
It irritated him more than he cared to admit.
"Oh, hello, who’s this?” the girl finally asked, her eyes landing on Sophia.
Alessandro didn’t hesitate. "My sister."
Sophia’s spoon paused midair. Then, she smiled. A slow, dangerous smile.
"Sister?" she repeated, a sad look suddenly on her face. “Do I mean nothing to you?” Sophia dramatically spoke. Ah, he was getting to her after all, Alessandro smugly thought.
Until Sophia stood up, a hand on her pregnant belly. “Does this baby mean nothing to you?”
Alessandro nearly choked on his coffee. The girl’s face drained of color.
"You’re expecting a baby?" she hissed. Before Alessandro could say anything, she was already storming out.
Sophia hummed, pleased, tugging the fruit bowl out from under your shirt.
"You think you’re funny?" Alessandro gritted out.
Sophia barely looked at him. "Oh, I know I am."
It wasn’t until she stood up to leave that he really noticed her skirt. It was too short.
She reached for something on the counter, bending just enough for the fabric to shift. Alessandro stared. Was she wearing a thong?
She turned, catching him looking and smirked.
Alessandro clenched his jaw. "Go change."
Sophia raised an eyebrow. "Why? You can’t see anything. See?" She asked, bending all the way down. The fabric rode up, revealing the curve of her buttocks.
Alessandro’s fists clenched.
"Besides," she added, "my boyfriend likes the way I dress."
Alessandro saw red. His hands itched to grab her, to pull her back, to wipe that smirk off her face.
But before he could react—
She was already walking out. Alessandro exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. This marriage was going to kill him.
And Sophia f*****g knew it.
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