𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞

12

"Hungry?" Vincenzo asked in a hoarse voice.

"Mmm...we haven't eaten since morning." I reminded him while thinking about the delicious breakfast we had this morning.

And talking about breakfast we need to eat lunch but when I looked outside, the sky was getting dark so we need to eat the dinner. Also, I do not know which continent of earth we we are in.

Oh! Yeah. How could I forget to ask him.

"Vincenzo! Where is this place?" I asked while looking at him and then at the sky through the floor to ceiling window. 

"We're in Europe." Vincenzo replied following my line of sight and stared outside the window.

"Europe?!" I mumbled looking dumbfounded.

"Mm." Vincenzo answered retrieving his gaze and stared at me with the heated gaze.

I blushed when his gaze reminded me of my previous action and I couldn't withstand his heated gaze. But the man, my handsome husband did not get off the bed and kept on staring at me as if he would devour me whole.

"I...I'm going to freshen up." I avoided looking at his eyes and get up sprinting to the washroom.

I ran so fast that I almost sprained my legs if not for the door knob which became my life saver.

"Zeta!" I heard Vincenzo's loud voice but I entered inside without looking back.

I locked the door the minute I entered inside and breathed a sigh of relief. I walked inside till I reached the wash basin and hold it with my left hand and slowly raise my right leg to see if I had injured my leg.

"Zeta!" A knock came on the door along with the anxious voice of Vincenzo.

"Amore! Are you alright?" Vincenzo asked sounding worried and I heard rumbling sound from outside.

"I a-" I was about to answer when the door opened and in came the anxious Vincenzo.

"Amore!" He strode towards me in two steps and placed his hands on my arm while looking at my body from top to bottom.

"Relax." I said pulling away his hands and hold his hands on my hand.

"I am fine." I said looking at his worried face and he breathed a sigh of relief when he couldn't find any injuries or sign of discomfort.

"Vincenzo." I mumbled after few m of silence when he stand there without moving.

"I need to freshen up." I said while looking at the door.

"Okay." He said taking a last glance at me and he walk out while closing the door on his way out.

I then looked at my dress which was dirty. And I kind of feel smelly too as I sweated when he was kissing me fiercely.

So I stripped off my dress and took a short shower. And when I came out of the shower, I remembered that I have not bought my clothes with me and Vincenzo had not packed our luggage.

So I wiped my body with the towel and wore the bathrobe. I then dried my hair with the hair dyer and walk out to the room. I looked around the room for Vincenzo but the man was not there. I heard noises coming from outside and walked out the room to see Vincenzo climbing down the last step of stairs.

His figure faded when he took right corner and the shameless man was only wearing a lose boxer. I too climbed down the stairs and turned right corner when I reached downstairs. I walked ahead following the path and reached the kitchen.

I stopped at the door frame when I saw my sexy husband taking out a pan from the kitchen cabinet and there were already ingredients placed on the kitchen island. I crossed my arms leaning on the door frame and brazenly stare at his muscular body.

"Amore! Don't tempt me." Vincenzo said in a husky voice giving me a pain look.

"When have I tempt you?" I questioned walking inside the kitchen where my husband was cutting onions.

"Zeta!" He groaned when I placed my hand seductively on his shoulder while pretending to look at the chopped onions on the chopping board.

"Let me do it." I feigned innocent and hold his hand to take the knife but he placed the knife down on the chop board holding my hand.

He pulled me to his naked chest and buried his face on my head inhaling my scent. I could feel his body heating up and his breath became erratic so I pushed him making a distance between us. Vincenzo gave me a smile and grabbed my waist placing me on the kitchen island.

"Ow...Vincenzo! What are you doing?" His action took me off guard and I yelled glaring at him.

"I will cook for you. You just watch me." He gave me a sly grin and I inwardly roll my eyes continue watching him cooking our dinner.

He surprised me with his amazing cooking skills and I doubt he had cooked many times before. That thought made me to feel disappointed but I brushed it off looking at the mouth watering spaghetti.

He took the food to the dinning area and served me a plate. I was damn hungry so I eat it without waiting for him. Also I did not make any sound as I know how aroused the man was when I made contact with him and the sound will entice him more.

"It's yummy." I gave a thumbs up and gobbled up the food not sparing a glance to the man sitting opposite me.

He too did not start a conversation only glanced at me from time to time. We finished eating at the same time and I stood up to grabbed his plate but he stopped my hand carrying the plates to the kitchen. I huffed looking at his retreating back and carried the bowl walking to the kitchen.

"Let me do the dishes." I felt uneasy when I saw the hot man washing the plates but he ignored my words taking the bowl from my hand.

"You do not need to do any work when you have me. You just need to love me." I about to take the wiper to clean the table when his words resounded in the silent night.

Oh! My poor heart.