( this book is currently being HEAVILY edited. I suggest not reading unless you are okay with slight errors.)
In which a 40 year old Italian man falls into the trap of an 22 year old seductress, who babysits his children.
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A/N: I wrote this chapter while dying of period cramps so comment or I'll kill all of you 👿
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"She lives in daydreams with me."
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The sounds of birds singing woke me from my sleep and I winced at the bright sun rays wafting through the tall windows. I had no clue why the drapes weren't closed to shield the morning sun from my sensitive eyes but I shrugged it off, yawning as I stretched my arms over my head.
I couldn't help but smile in remembrance of the blissful weekend I had just spent with the stunning girl I've come to know more of over the past two months. Gianna was a breath of fresh air for me. I felt as if the colours of the world were a little brighter when we were around each-other.
I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind that this shouldn't go on for long and that it wouldn't end well, but I immediately buried those thoughts and replaced them with the glorious image of her dark hair wrapped around my fingers.
She was Paradiso in terra.
Having to depart from her yesterday left me miserable and I knew I needed to see her again soon if I wanted my mood to be uplifted. I was slowly beginning to rely on her for added happiness in my life which I knew wasn't healthy.
rimettiti in sesto, vecchio.
I pushed the nagging thoughts away and finally rotated to face the woman who I was forced to share a bed with, but to my surprise and gratification, she wasn't lying next to me as I had expected. Which explained the sun shining through the room. She undoubtedly woke up early for once.
With a sigh, I got off the comfortable mattress and sauntered into the bathroom. My bare feet made a padding sound on the wooden floor beneath me and I grimaced at how cold it was.
After completing my morning routine, I made my way into my children's rooms and knocked on each individual door. I was confused at the lack of reply and opened each door just to come face to face with empty bedrooms.
Where was everyone?
I jogged down the stairs and opened the door to the game room. It was empty. My confusion only grew as I walked through the seemingly quiet house.
It was when I walked through the living room I heard laughter coming from the kitchen, the smell of various breakfast foods wafted through my nose. I was met with the sight of my wife dancing through the kitchen as she cooked what looked to be waffles, Maria hung tightly on her hip as she giggled at her mother's antics.
My two other children munched on toast and sipped orange juice as they watched the scene unfold, eyes wide in happiness.
I rubbed my eyes feverishly, confused on whether I was still sleep or not.
