Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 163540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 818(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 818(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
I nod with a smile, and he taps his lap for me to go around and sit on him. I look around us at the people in the restaurant.
“Get over here, woman,” he whispers darkly.
I giggle as excitement runs through me. He doesn’t even care who can see. I climb onto his lap, and he wraps his arms around me tightly. He kisses me, his tongue sweeping through my open lips.
“I’ve missed you, Rici Ferrara,” I whisper down at him as I brush the hair back from his forehead.
He smiles against my lips. “I’ve missed you more, my love. Don’t leave me again.”
He gifts me with the perfect kiss, full of emotion and promise. I giggle. “Everyone is looking at us.”
“Fuck them.” He smirks. “Fuck them all.”
It’s after 9:00 p.m. when we leave the restaurant. We’ve been acting like lovesick teenagers all night. I can’t wait to get him alone. All this pent-up heartbreak and back and forth love means I’m about to lose my damn mind.
Enrico looks over to a car parked, and I see a man give him a thumbs up.
“Who’s that?” I ask.
“Marley. He’s my bodyguard who, unbeknown to you, has been guarding you since we broke up.”
“What?” I look over to the car and the two men inside it who are staring at us.
Rico opens my door, and I get into the car while still looking at the two men. I’ve never seen them before in my life. He closes the door and gets into the driver’s seat. “I’ve been guarded?” I frown over at him.
“Yes.” He starts the car and pulls out onto the road. I turn in my seat and see the car pull out behind us. “I needed you safe.”
“Why wouldn’t I be safe?”
He puts his hand on my thigh. “I’m a very wealthy man, Olivia. With that comes security issues. If somebody wanted to hurt me, they would hurt you. You will have a bodyguard twenty-four-seven now. Marley will be with you. I trust him with my life.”
No words are in my head—only shock. “They’ve been following me?”
“Guarding you, not following you. How was Germany, by the way?”
“Rici.” My mouth falls open to say something nasty about my lack of privacy, but I decide to stay silent instead.
“We’ll go back to your hotel now and pack up your things. You will move into Lake Como tonight.”
“What? That’s crazy. Why tonight? What’s the rush? I want some time to sit with this.”
“I want you to move there tonight.”
“Why can’t we just go tomorrow?” I ask. Damn it, I want a whole heap of bone-shattering make-up sex first. Not to be moving frigging house.
“Olivia, I want to start our new life together in Como… tonight. Our first night together will be in our bed, not your cheap hotel room, and not in my apartment, but in our new home.”
I smile over at him.
“What?” He smirks.
“I was just horny, that’s all.”
He throws his head back and laughs out loud as if shocked by my statement. “Don’t worry, you will be well and truly fucked tonight… but in my bed, and on my terms.”
I smile as I look through the windscreen in front of us.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
“I’m thinking that you’re very bossy, Rici Ferrara.”
“I just know what I want.”
I look over at him. “And what is it that you want?”
“You, bella.” He puts one of my fingers into his mouth and sucks it slowly as his dark eyes hold mine. My sex clenches. “Only you.”
The cavalcade of cars pulls into a driveway. Huge wrought iron gates greet us, and Enrico stops at the little security house. They open the gates and wave him through. We are at his house in Lake Como—the one he was desperate to get me to right away. At his insistence, we packed up my hotel room life into my suitcase and made our way here.
It’s late—just past 11:00 p.m.
We drive through the gates, up the long driveway, and I peer out the window like a scared child.
“This is your house?” I ask as I feel the confidence drain from me and run down into the car seats. The property is incredible, with manicured gardens and spotlights lighting up the beautiful trees.
“Yes, this is where we will live.”
“Why don’t we just live in Milan?” I frown. It took us an hour to get here.
He smiles over at me. “You’ll see.”
We turn the corner, and I see a stone pillar covered in vines with a large copper sign hanging from it.
Villa Oliviana
I turn to him. “Your house is called Oliviana?”
His eyes dance with delight. “Our house, and yes. This house was the first thing I bought when I took over the family business.”
“After we met?”
His smirk is slow to rise. “The name of the property was why I bought it. It reminded me of a beautiful woman I once met.”