𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨, a gorgeous Mafia Princess and the most feared Assassin in Spain.
Killing a dangerous Drug Lord, Michael Montrell, she is now in the midst of danger.
Being sent to Italy for her safety, she is going to meet her...
I got out and went to the other side to bring Alessia out. When I looked through the window, my lips formed a thin line as I tried to control my laughter. I burst out laughing not being able to control myself.
Alessia was looking through the window from inside the car. Her pouted lips were smashed against the glass. She looks so funny and cute.
I gestured for her to move and opened the door.
"Come, let's go inside it's getting cold" I said as I started walking towards the entrance. I stopped as I didn't feel her following me. I turned around to see her standing there blankly with her hands opened.
"Come petal" I said opening my arms assuming that she wanted me to carry her.
She gave a cheeky smile as she ran towards me and leaped at me, wrapping her hands and legs around me.
"Ashie" she whispered and my heart skipped a beat.
I don't know what to say. I missed it, I missed her calling me Ashie, so fucking much. "Mio patelo (my petal)" I whispered as I carried her inside.
"Down, down" she said jerking. "Why?" I asked confused. She just kept jerking instead of answering. Her short dress slid up as she did that, so I let her down.
She immediately ran across the hallway as I screamed at her to stop running. I didn't think that drunk Alessia would be this hard to handle. I ran behind and saw her entering my room.
"Alessia, your room is the other one." I said as I entered my room.
She plopped on the bed with a groan. "But I want to sleep here, I like here better." she grumbled as her face was down on the mattress.
I sighed...What am I going to do? I can't say her to get out. Honestly, I want nothing but to lay beside her, as she slept in my arms but I also know that if sober Alessia comes back....well let's say, it will not be very pleasant.
"Do you want me to go out?" I asked her hesitantly.
She turned around to face me. "Of course not." She said furrowing her eyebrows, tilting her head and looking at me like I'm mad.
"Come on Ashie stay, please please" she pleaded with puppy dog eyes as I hesitated. She looked so goddamn cute but I know that she will feel weird tomorrow so it's better if I confirm it or else she will blame me later.
"No petal, you sleep here. I can sleep in the guest room" I said softly.
"Come here you dipshit." she ordered, her face immediately changing. Well, there goes my respect out of the window. I should have just listened to her when she asked so nicely but no, I just had to wait till getting called a dipshit.
I walked and stood in front of her. "Ok, I'll sleep here." I said to her for which she clapped her hands smiling. Drunk Alessia is way more entertaining than the sober one.
She yawned and rubbed her eyes. "Do you want to change?" I asked her as I am sure that outfit would be uncomfortable to sleep with.
"Yes" she said nodding her head. I walked into the closet and bought out a long t-shirt that probably will reach just above her knees. She raised her hands above her head as she sat there waiting. I raised my eyebrow at her.
"Help me change Ashie." she said pouting.
Oh no! The thought of seeing her half-naked was only making me hard plus this is the fourth time she had called me Ashie after so long. This is too much for me to handle. I'm going to die soon if she keeps doing all this.
"No, I can't petal. " I said keeping the t-shirt in the bed.
"Pleaseeee" she pleaded. Oh God, why is she doing this to me?
"No! I'll turn around, you get changed." I said strictly as I turned around.
"Are you done?" I asked her after a minute or two. I heard the sound of shuffling clothes, so I assume she is done.
"Yes, you can turn around now!" She shouted though I'm just a few feet away. I turned around and my mouth dropped.
Holy fuck! Blood rushed through my member as I took in the sight in front of me. Alessia Rose Romero, my dear petal, in a lacy black coloured bra and panties. Shit! I can't do this. She is drunk Ashton, she is drunk.
I turned to my side and my breathing quickened as I tried to control myself. Control it Ashton, holy thoughts, deep breaths. Grandmothers in underwear, Mason wearing a bra.
"Eww!" I said at the thought of it. I let out a deep sigh.
"Don't you like it?" I heard Alessia mutter, her voice cracking a bit.
I immediately turned to look at her and I mean, straight at her eyes. How could she think that?.... "I love it." I said without hesitation. "But that's the problem. Alessia, I would be happy if you had done that when you're sober." I admitted to which she sighed.
I took the t-shirt from the bed and passed it to her. "Wear it and go to sleep petal. I'll be back." I said softly.
"Where are you going?" she asked worriedly.
"Just to the bathroom, don't worry. Go to sleep" I said with a gentle smile. I turned around and went to the bathroom for a very cold shower to control my now hard erection.
***
I came out of the bathroom and saw my beautiful petal sleeping, her soft lips a little open. I laid beside her and pulled her closer by her waist.
"Good night petal" I whispered and pecked her forehead. A smile formed on my face as I thought about what will happen tomorrow morning. It's going to be very funny.
I admired her beautiful face as she slept soundly in my arms. This is all I've ever wanted. I pulled her closer as I closed my eyes peacefully.
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