“Aww, baby…” I heard Maddie whisper beside me, her voice almost soothing. Swiveling around, I faced her, placing my hand over my chest.
“What is this feeling? I hate it. Is this what it feels like? Jealousy? If it does, then I don’t like it.”
Maddie’s eyes reflected sympathy and understanding. She walked closer and placed both hands on my shoulders. “Was does it feel like?”
“It hurts. I feel hopeless. Sad. And then angry. Maybe at myself, because I hate feeling like this.”
Looking back at the flowers that I had carelessly thrown away, I felt guilty. Another confusing feeling. Bending forward, I grabbed the flowers again and pulled the bouquet close to my chest. Burying my face in the soft petals, I closed my eyes with a sigh.
A tear escaped the corner of my eye, falling onto the petals. “I thought what we shared together meant something to him.”
“It did. I know it did. He is just too stubborn to admit it,” Maddie argued.
But I shook my head in response.
She released a tired sigh from behind me and then I felt her hand on my shoulders.
“Tell me something,” she whispered. “Why do you think you feel this way?”
I shrugged.
Maddie smiled at my response. “You feel something for him,” she stated confidently.
I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart fluttering at her words, while my stomach twisted in knots. Her words were shocking yet so true.
Maddie was right. I did feel something for Alessio. Whenever he was near, my mind and body felt like they weren’t my own anymore. When he was close, I felt light and liberated. And when he was far, my heart called out to him, wishing he was close again.
I didn’t want to admit it but Alessio had become the reason for my happiness. He had given happiness that I had never felt before. He made me smile, without even trying. My heart was at peace when I was with him.
I refused to admit that Maddie was right. She let out a small laugh, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Do you trust me?” she asked.
Taken aback by the sudden question, I nodded slowly. “Yes. Of course.”
“Will you do whatever I tell you?”
Staring at her in confusion, I asked a question of my own. “What do you mean?”
“Just trust me, okay? I got this. Just go with the flow and do whatever I tell you.”
I shook my head and gave her a serious look.
“Maddie, what are you talking about?”
“I’m really sorry. Like really sorry. I will apologize more later.” She bit on her lips nervously, and looked extremely guilty. I saw her wince and then I felt a sharp pain in my ankle. Did she just kick me?
“Ow!” I yelled, bending forward.
“Sorry.” Maddie took the bouquet from my hand and pushed me down on the bed, so that I was sitting.
I flinched at the pain and bent forward, rubbing a hand over my aching ankle.
I glanced up at Maddie and she pouted.
“What was that for?” I asked, completely stunned.
“Trust me, okay? Just bear with the pain. I’ll be right back,” she said, walking backward. Before I could answer, she ran out of the room.
Maddie was absolutely crazy. What was she doing now?
***
Alessio
Sitting back on my sofa chair, I watched Nina place her handbag on the coffee table as she took the seat in front of me.
“So?” I asked, feeling impatient. Just when I had been about to go see Ayla, Nina made her appearance. She was supposed to report back to me, but I had completely forgotten about it. I had only been thinking about Ayla.
And even now, all I wanted to know was whether she’d liked the flowers.
“Nothing much happened,” Nina said. “Alberto and his men are still treating the women badly. It’s still the same. Nothing changed. He has more power now, so it’s going to be harder to stop the abuse in the brothels and clubs.”
I’d sent her to keep watch on the clubs, acting as a whore so she could report back to me with internal information. So far, nothing had changed.
Sighing in frustration, I raked my hand through my hair. “Fuck.”
“I’m sorry. I wish I could help more, but…”
“You’ve done more than enough. But I want you out of there now. It’s getting too dangerous, and every time you go there, you are putting yourself at risk. Your services won’t be needed anymore,” I told her.
She looked confused for a moment, and then nodded. “What do I do now?”
“You are free to do whatever you want. I don’t want you anywhere near the clubs, understood?” I replied, my tone firm.
Nina nodded, keeping her gaze down in respect.
Leaning back against the sofa, I crossed my arms over my chest.
“You can leave,” I ordered.
“Oh.” Nina’s mouth fell open in shock. I knew what she was expecting, but she wasn’t getting it. Not today. Not anymore.
Her eyes widened for a second, and then she smiled, her expression turning seductive and sultry. She licked her lips and then scooted forward, her short skirt rising higher in the process until her thighs were barely covered.
“Alessio,” she whispered, getting up from the couch and walking around the coffee table toward me. I gritted my teeth in annoyance at her desperate attempt to seduce me.
A few days ago, I would have accepted her advances, and bent her over my desk, my cock inside her in a matter of seconds.
But right now, all I could think about was Ayla. Her sweet smile, her flushed cheeks, and swollen lips after my kiss. She had taken over my mind and senses, making everything and everyone else appear bleak in comparison to her.
I raised a hand to stop Nina’s advances when she leaned forward, showing me her barely covered cleavage.
“Nina—” Before I could finish, the door crashed opened, startling both of us. Turning my head, I saw a breathless Maddie running inside.
“Ayla,” she gasped. “She’s hurt.”
My eyes widened and I quickly stood up, causing Nina to lose her balance and stumble.
“What happened?” I demanded, my voice filled with panic.
Maddie took a deep breath and glanced at Nina before answering. “She twisted her ankle really bad and she can’t walk. She’s in her room.”
I swore, rushing out of my office. I made my way to Ayla’s room and found the door already open.
“Ayla?” I walked inside. She was lying on her bed but quickly sat up at the sound of my voice.
“Alessio,” she said, and then I saw her wince, her forehead creasing in discomfort.
Rushing forward, I stopped in front of her. “Are you okay?”
“I’m all right,” she said.
I looked down at her reddened ankle, then knelt in front of her, but didn’t touch her, afraid I might hurt her more.
When she moved her feet closer to the bed and away from me, I placed a hand on her knee, stopping her. “Don’t move.” Gently taking her foot in my hand, I inspected it. “Does it hurt when you move?’
“A little.”
I looked up at Ayla. She was staring down at me, seemingly confused.
Standing up, I bent forward and wrapped an arm behind her back and one under her knees, pulling her up so that I was cradling her to my chest.
“What are you doing?” she asked.