Chapter 24
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Santo felt like it was hours before he was eventually released to go check on Isabella. When the ambulance had arrived, the police had too and unfortunately he had to stay behind to give his statement, luckily for him when he had picked up Isabella her phone had been on the floor and when he picked it up he had seen a recording running which he had sent to the police because he didn’t trust that it would get lost somehow.
He finally made it to the hospital, the receptionist had given him a room which he basically run to.
As he got to her room she came out, he rushed to her but she moved away from him.
“Isabella tesoro please.” He begged her.
“No, not now Santo.” She said.
Armando came out as well and looked at her.
“Isabella we talked about this, now go with Santo.” Armando lectured.
“Fine.” Isabella said as if she didn’t want to be seen near him.
“What did the doctor say?” Santo asked Armando.
“She has a concussion so someone needs to monitor her, I’ll go to my place and grab some things for her. I’m assuming she can’t go back to hers.”
“No she isn’t allowed yet, we’ll go to my place since there is security.”
“Am I allowed to make one decision?” She asked sarcastically.
“Yes tesoro, you can decide what to eat hmmm.”
Isabella groaned as she walked with them back to Santo’s car. Santo glanced at her then decided to pick her up.
“You will be okay.” Kissing her forehead.
She folded her arms and huffed, refusing to speak to him or Armando. She did this throughout the drive to Santo’s condo.
They walked in to his place, Santo guided her to the living room and sat her down on the couch.
“Can I have a drink Mr Moretti?” Isabella asked.
“Tesoro we will not have this discussion again, hmmm.”
Santo got up and poured her a glass of orange juice and handed it to her.
“Something stronger?” She asked again.
He glared at her and she responded by rolling her eyes.
“Here is a paracetamol in case you have pain.”
Santo handed her two tablets and she took them, sipping the orange juice.
“Mr Moretti can I go sleep please.” She implored.
He picked her up and took her to his bedroom, laying her down on the bed gently. He took off her shoes and made sure she got in the covers.
“I’ll be in the lounge working.”
Isabella didn’t say anything so he left her.
Santo worked for a few hours then decided to check on Isabella. He knocked on her door. Isabella got up from the bed and went to the door, opening it she met him out in the hallway.
“How are you feeling?”
“I am fine, Santo look I don’t think I’m ideal for you.”
“I think you are ideal for me.”
Santo placed Isabella’s hand on his chest. He heard her gasp; she must have felt that instant shock too. He pulled her closer towards him and she didn't resist. She opened her mouth which gave an opening for his tongue. Santo took full advantage of that, exploring her mouth dutifully with his tongue. She had one hand on his face while her fingers held his collar, pulling him closer before she backed away.
“Listen I don’t...”
He didn't give her a chance to finish her sentence; he grabbed her and kissed her again. She reacted by grabbing his hair. Santo pressed her against the wall. Isabella ran her hands under his shirt and felt him shiver; the feeling of her hormones taking over her body was insane.
Isabella opened her mouth so he could slide his tongue in, she gave a little moan. His hand moved slowly down her spine then touched her backside, she felt him squeeze it. Santo held her hips against his and grinded her. He kissed her neck while caressing her cheek. She realised this was getting out of hand and put her hand on his chest.
“Whoa...”
Isabella cleared her throat. He leaned his forehead against hers. He linked their fingers and played with it. He knew he was asking her to take a gigantic step here but he had to try.
“I understand your reservation but tesoro I want to be with you and I know you want to be with me too.”
Isabella felt the tears stream down her face, Santo noticed and wiped it away.
“Santo I don’t know…”
“Yes you do, you just proved it.” He interrupted.
Santo opened the door and guided her to the bed, he motioned for her to get in. Once she was in he took off his shoes and climbed in next to her, holding her tightly.
“You are mine and I am yours Isabella. Goodnight tesoro.”
“Goodnight Santo.”
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