Whisper of Blood

Giovanna

Silence, we laid in complete silence, the only sound is our shallow breathing. I rolled over to face him, I could't deny that he was gorgeous. He laid there shirtless holding me against his chiseled chest, his strong hands firmly holding my hip. My heart began to race in my chest when I looked into his icy blue eyes. 

"So uhh what's your favorite food?" I stammered. Why the hell did I just ask that? He probably thinks I'm a complete i***t and I wouldn't be surprised if he got up and walked out the door. Instead much to my surprise, she chuckled softly but he responded confidently without hesitation.

"Well it wasn't exactly the type of question I thought you would ask, but Gnocchi. My Grandmother's gnocchi and homemade red sauce. I beg her to make it probably once a week." As he spoke he swept a stray hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. I moved closer to him and let out a huge yawn. "You should honestly get some sleep. You have a big day tomorrow and you've had an exhausting one today." He smiled down at me as her spoke softly. 

I wrapped my arms tighter around his waist at his words, for some reason I was afraid he would just leave. "Please stay. You are very comfortable to lay on and we might as well get used to sharing a bed right?" I didn't really give him another choice as I sprawled my body out on top of his and closed my eyes. He sighed deeply but didn't pull away, instead he did the last thing I expected; he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to his chest. I felt him place a feather light kiss on the top of my head, the sensation made a small giggle escape my lips. 

"You're supposed to be sleeping sweet girl." He said in a soft whisper. The slight rumbling in his voice combined with our bodies pressed together reignited the fire in my belly. Great now not only would he think I was an i***t but also that I was s*x-crazed. What was so special about him anyway? Sure he had a face the devil himself would kill for and the body of a Greek God, so what? I moved slightly and his thigh slipped in between my legs rubbing me softly. The feeling of the moisture beginning to pool between my legs sent a shudder down my body, forcing my s*x against this thigh again. At that moment I noticed two things. 

1. I still had no bottoms on and he could probably feel exactly how slick and wanting of him I was through his thin pajama pants.

2. His hands had somehow slipped to my ass, and even without looking up at him I knew he was smiling. The smug bastard. 

He tightly grabbed my ass and pulled me against his thigh once more. I knew he was teasing me but the sensation made me moan loudly and I moved my hands to wrap around his neck. I looked up to meet his gaze and tugged slightly bringing his lips to mine. As I deepened the kiss I moved my legs to straddle his waist.

Giovanna stop, what the hell are you doing? You literally just met this man! I needed to step back. I needed to breath. Rafael was clouding my judgment. I quickly untangled myself from him and ran to my bathroom slamming the door behind me and flipping the lock. I needed space before I made any more bad choices in one day.

I walked over to my mirror and rested my hands on the counter. I sat there staring at my reflection but only seeing a stranger looking back at me. I ran my hands through my hair and let out a disgruntled groan. Sinking to the floor I let my sobs take over for what seemed like the millionth time today alone. 

Here I was being offered everything I was raised to want. Now that it was right here, mine for the taking, I didn't even want it? No, it wasn't that I didn't want it, I didn't want my choices made for me. That was a stupid thing to want as I was the daughter of a Boss; none of my choices were my own. I wanted to be married for love. My father wanted the power so instead I could be married for Land and people and loyalty. 

A light knock reminded me only one thing, Rafael. f**k, I assumed he would have went back to his room after I made my dramatic exit. I didn't want to face him, not like this. Not looking like a weak little girl. 

"Please just go away. You've seen me ugly enough for one day." I pleaded with him through choked back sobs.

"Giovanna, please let me in. Knowing you are upset in there makes me unhappy. Also, you could never be ugly; you are gift straight from God. Please unlock the door?" His voice was soft and strongly it soothed me a little. His words confirmed two things to me. 

1. He cared about me, for the first time maybe in my entire life another human being actually cared about my feelings. I was upset and wanted to fix it.

2. Maybe this one was most important. If I accepted him it would give me the power to take revenge. My whole life everyone has seen me as a spoiled little princess, but soon I would prove them wrong. With my new husband, my new family, by my side I would be unstoppable. I would show everyone you kiss the ring and bow or you die.

Laughing slightly to myself I got up off the floor and washed my face. I ran a brush through my waist length hair and pulled it into two dutch braids going down my back. I also dug through the small basket of clothes I had stashed in the linen closet finding an old pair of Nike pros. Sliding the shorts up my legs I unlocked the door and stepped out, holding my head as high as I could. 

There he sat on the edge of my bed in all his Greek God glory. I slowly walked to him and sat on his lap facing him, my legs straddling his. 

"First, I'm sorry you had to see me like that." I cupped his face pulling him centimeters from my lips. "second, my dear handsome fiancé, I'm all in. I can't wait to say goodbye to this chapter. I'm excited to see our new home tomorrow, well technically my new home and technically later today but you get it." with that I kissed him with everything I had.