The Don’s Desire

PHOTOSHOOT

Mia's Point Of View

The next morning| 8:45 a.m.

This morning, I woke up happy.

Last night I got to speak to my family for the entire night and I couldn't stop smiling since then. Sebastian kept his promise and made me keep the new phone.

My parents and my brother now have my new number, so I didn't mind much.

However, before I handed back my old phone to Sebastian this morning, I made sure to transfer my old pictures to my new phone and my other important stuff.

I created a new iCloud since the only one had pictures with me and Charlie as well as Tina. My phone was flooded with messages from both of them, apologizing to me. Begging for forgiveness.

For the people who spoke to me as if I was stupid, they for sure had some nerve. Why weren't they happy? They have been sleeping together behind my back for over a year now.

They just get to be public about it. I don't have the time for their sappy story because I don't care if they live or die. They can f**k off.

They were pathetic, and I read the messages without responding. I went to my i********: and deleted every picture I had with me and Charlie, then posted a picture of my engagement ring, with my hand on Sebastian's naked chest.

Trust me, I know it was a petty move, but Sebastian didn't mind at all.

He told me that he wanted to talk to me this morning and that I should pick out outfits for house photos.

At first, I was confused, but then he told me that he wanted the house to look more like our home. Truthfully, I am starting to get comfortable here. I know I'm naive, but I can barely help it.

Ever since he came back after leaving for two weeks, he has been spending his time at the house. With me.

Of course, he works from home, and I was confused about what kind of work he does, but he stated that he does other things aside from Mafia-related activities.

He is a well-known businessman all over the world. That was news to me, and he stated he was in America on business, which is how he saw me.

Last night, he told me that he was born between two Mafia groups. His birth mother was Russian and his father was Italian. When I asked him about his mother, he told me he didn't want to talk about it at all, so I dropped it, immediately, though, I was curious. We spent the entire night talking after I got off the phone with my parents.

Around 2 o'clock this morning, I fell asleep with no problem. When I finally made it downstairs, I walked into the kitchen to see Stasia and Luca in plain clothes instead of their uniforms. They walked by me, whispering goodbye, and I smiled before turning my gaze to Sebastian.

"How did you sleep?" Sebastian asked me.

"Great, you?" I asked, taking a seat on one of the stools.

"I slept well." He opened the fridge, taking out a glass jug filled with orange juice.

He got two drinking glasses and set them down next to two empty plates. My eyes followed his every move as he set the platter in the middle, lifting the lid.

There were scrambled eggs and fried bacon. He picked up the avocados and peeled them before settling them neatly on both plates.

"Where are Luca and Stasia going?" I asked him.

"Luca is going to the grocery store after he and Stasia pick up their daughter," He told me.

"They're dating?" I asked, surprised. He looked and me before nodding.

"Yes, for at least 3 years now. Their child was a product of a one-night stand over 6 years ago," He said, clearing his throat as he opened the oven, retrieving a tray of freshly baked croissants.

"Wow, I didn't know that. They seem so professional, and I've talked to Stasia so many times, but it somehow never came up. Besides, who would believe they're together? They're never flirty around each other or anything," I pointed out.

"Because they're being professional. They both stay in the same guesthouse with Lucia. I'm sure you know she's Luca's twin sister, right?" He asked while making me a plate. I hummed in agreement.

"The resemblance is very obvious," I said to him.

He set my breakfast down before me and then we both started eating. The food was excellent, and I didn't even know he could cook at all. I guess because he has a chef and everyone who does everything for him.

Maybe it has something to do with him being busy.

After we finished having breakfast, a few people came to the house and started setting up cameras. Sebastian told me that I should change into something nice to take pictures. I watched him while he got dressed, and he just had on a collared Polo T-shirt along with a pair of dark blue denim pants and sneakers.

We took pictures outside around the house and inside as well, in different outfits. Some were formal and others were just regular outfits to give the pictures a different aesthetic. I'm not sure whether that's the right word to use, but oh well.

"Sit down on my lap," Sebastian whispered against my ear.

I turned and looked at him, surprised. "What? Why?" I asked him.

"We have been taking a lot of pictures, and we haven't kissed in any of them. I've held you close a few times and kissed your forehead and your cheek, but none of real intimacy. If you are not comfortable doing that, I will understand," He said. I pulled down my short dress and sat across his lap with my arms around his shoulder.

A few pictures were taken, and then I spotted a fuzz in Sebastian's hair. I slightly turned his face to mine and took it out, throwing it away. When our eyes met again, he was giving me an intense stare that made my insides melt.

A few times he would ask for my permission to put his hand on my ass to take a picture. And I said yes. My eyes lowered, staring at his lips, and I could tell he was giving me permission to lean it and seize the moment.

Just as I started to lean in, a camera flash went off, and I ended up just pressing my forehead against his. He released a loud sigh and his grip on my waist tightened, but not too tight.

"Last set, and we're through, right?" One of the guys asked Sebastian.

"Yes, just a few pool photos and that's it," Sebastian told him.

The guys nodded and walked through the house, heading out to the pool, I'm assuming.

Ever since I got here, I have never been outside aside from when I go out with Sebastian, so I didn't know what the pool looked like.

We were taking pictures for hours and I thought I would be bored, but I wasn't. I couldn't keep focus with Sebastian's hands on me because my heart had been racing since we started.

I also didn't find myself complaining about wanting to leave anymore. After last night, I don't think I will be complaining at all, but I do have a specific rule that I'd want to change.

Sebastian said he didn't sleep with that woman who gave him the hickey, and I believed him.

It has also become clear that I'm developing feelings for this man, no matter how much I try to deny it. Seeing that hickey made me jealous and even angry, at him and whoever gave it to him. When we do get married, I don't think I can handle him sleeping with another woman.

It has been only three weeks since I met the man and I have already started to fall for him after he ghosted me for two weeks. How is that even possible? Does he feel these feelings for me? How would I know, though?

"Don't you plan to get up, so we can change?" Sebastian asked, his gruff voice sending a chill down my spine. I smiled and stood up from his lap before heading inside.

"Sorry," I said, feeling my cheeks heat up. He smiled, genuinely, and took my hand into his.

"No need to apologize, My love." He chuckled, and I rolled my eyes as we made our way inside the house.

"You don't have to call me that. It's just you and me," I said.

"And? You're still my love, right? We get married in a week, and then we're going on our honeymoon. I hope by then all this tension between us lessens," He said, his gray eyes darkened a bit.

"Hmm," Was all I said before heading up the stairs, and he followed behind me.

Sebastian put on a pair of black trunks with blue flowers, and I had on a blue bikini with a skirt that had a knot at the side. His back was turned to me and I stared at the linear hypertrophic scars that he didn't seem to hide at all. It's either he was stabbed or cut repeatedly. He threw a shirt over his shoulder before turning around to me.

"Ready?" He asked. I smiled.

"Let me wrap my hair up a bit first," I said to him. He nodded and sat down on the bed.

I quickly put my hair up in a messy bun before leaving the bedroom with him. We went down to the pool, and he said I should put on sunblock because we might be out here for a while.

He pulled me towards the pool chair and I sat down between his legs while he applied the cream on my back.

His hands felt good against my skin, and I was tempted to lean into his touch. He rubbed my arms and I sighed contently. I grabbed the sunblock and started applying some on my legs.

"You're tense. What's on your mind?" He asked, rubbing my shoulders.

"What? No, I'm just letting you do what you're doing," I responded, quickly.

"Sure, whatever you say." His voice came out like a whisper before he pressed his lips against my neck.

"All done," He said to me.

"Do you want me to do you?" I asked, turning to him. He chuckled and grabbed my waist gently.

"No, I'm good. We won't be out here for that long anyway. I just wanted to make sure you are all set, and your skin is protected," He told me.

How sweet of him.

"Thank you," I said, smiling.

"You're welcome, My love." He rubbed my shoulders and sighed.