𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 |𝟏𝟖+ (#𝟏)

𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 |

11
AMBER JACKSON
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"I'm outside your door dolcezza. Open up." Alessandro tells me through the phone. I was laid down under the covers wrapped up due to the slight cold I contracted a few days ago. Picking up the blanket, I wrap it around my body and trudge across my apartment to open the door and see him standing there looking as good as ever. Today he was dressed in a navy suit with a white button down and a pair of brown shoes similar to the black ones he usually wears. I used to think it was the same pair, but snooping in his closet when he comes out the shower is my specialty and he has about five pairs of the same expensively made Italian shoes in black and brown.

In his hands is a brown bag and the other is a combination of red and white roses tied together by a black ribbon. "Aww thanks Sandro. I've been feeling like total shit today." I say holding my hands out to grab the roses. He pulls me forward despite my cold and kisses my forehead. "You're a bit warm, dolcezza."

"Yeah, but it's not a fever I checked. Probably because I'm sleeping under four blankets to try to sweat this cold out." He chuckles and leans back holding up the bag. "I have something for you. The more important thing is from my mother."

"Hmm, it smells good. Come inside." I say as I drag his hand pulling him into our small, but clean and spacious apartment. The only reason being is because we took the minimalist route when decorating to increase the feel of space. Pulling him towards the kitchen I sit at one of the two chairs by the small island we have that is attached to the wall meant to serve as a dining table. He pulls out two Tupperware containers and a thermos before placing them in front of me. "This is from mio madre, it's tea to help with decongestion, coughs you name it." He says pointing to the thermos. "And this is from me, figured you shouldn't eat rice since your coughing so I made pasta chi vruoccoli arriminati which is just cauliflower and pasta with some bread crumbs along with a side of sicilian baked fish."

"I think yours may be more important, I'm fucking starving." I tell him, pulling the Tupperware towards me and opening it for the amazing scent of food to touch my nose. He hands me a cup and pours out a healthy amount of tea. "I need you healthy for our date Saturday or you'll just have to come to my house and we figure something out."

"Miss a helicopter ride to another city, I'll be ready, trust me Alessandro."

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And I was ready. You could never go wrong with a little black dress for a date. The mid thigh dress was designed to fit every curve in my hips and fit the bust of my breast in a sweetheart neckline. The sleeves were puffed to my wrist so I didn't need a watch tonight so my jewelry included a gold necklace with matching earrings I argued with Alessandro about getting me. The heels were also courtesy of Alessandro and they were a black pair of strappy Yves Saint Laurant with gold accents and a matching bag. I did my makeup like I usually do when going out, but substituted the natural looking eye for some light gold shimmery eyeshadow. My hair was curled and pulled into a bun atop my head with strands falling above my eyes.

Alessandro was waiting on the couch of my living room dressed in his usual style. I swear the man wears nothing different to his perfectly tailored suits but why would you when you look good in what you wear often. He ditched the tie tonight and instead had two buttons undone, his tattoos and chains showing. His beard was neatly trimmed and I couldn't keep at bay the thoughts of wanting to ride his face until he had his fill. Jesus the man was a gift from heaven. Walking out of my room, I stopped at a halt in front of him as he was on the phone. "Si, get ready we're going to be there in forty five minutes." He says and then hangs up the phone, his hands falling directly on my exposed thighs. "You look so fucking beautiful dolcezza."