WARNING:
Sexual themes and mentions of acts of sexual activity in this chapter. Read at your own risk.PS: The text written like this is quoting the book Alana is reading.
ALANA
As we stand near the shore, Isla squeals when the water touches our toes. Ethan is standing a few feet away. I laugh at her antics.
"E can I pleaseee go just a little farther? Please? Atleast let me go ankle deep." she pouts at her brother. I smile.
"Ah, fine stuborn girl, but no more then ankle deep okay?" he asks. She squeals out a thankyou and goes farther in.
"Sorry about her, she gets excited at the beach." I hear him say, now standing closer behind me. I turn, pushing away my hair that the wind is blowing in every direction.
"It's okay, I would be like that too." I smile, shivering when the breeze hits my bare arms.
"Oh you're cold, here do you want my jacket?" he asks, going to take it off.
"Oh no ofcourse not I am fine." I say, rubbing my arms for warmth.
"No I insist-"
"You can have my jacket gattina." Ares' deep voice interrupts. I smile at Mr. Salvatore and thank my husband as he puts his jacket around me, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Well dear, we will take our leave now, I have told Xander already, please stay as long as you like, I do not want to interrupt your honeymoon, I just wanted to have lunch and meet you, please enjoy the amenities of the club." he smiles warmly.
"Ofcourse, thankyou for lunch, it was lovely." I smile.
"Isla! Allons-y chérie." Mr. Salvatore calls. She comes running back with a wide grin on her face.
(Let's go, sweetheart.)"Are we leaving?" She asks. Her father nods.
We say our goodbyes and soon the Salvatores leave.
"Was he flirting with you?" I hear my husband ask. I look up at him, his arm still around me.
"What? Ofcourse not." My eyebrows furrow at his implication.
"He was. You're just too naive to notice." he says. I squirm out of his hold, taking a step away.
"He was not." I say, frowning deeper. "Besides, why would you care." I accuse.
"Why? Because you are my wife? It is my duty to keep creeps away from you." he says, his face tense.
"Well, just because I am your wife, does not mean you should care." I tell him. "Especially not when you love someone else." I say, my tone accusing.
"What? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You said last night that you have done sex. So you obviously love whoever you did it with." I tell him, a strange feeling of anger bubbling in me.
"What? Is that why you have been acting like this? Because you think I love someone else?" he asks.
"Yes, wouldn't you be upset if I loved someone else?" I ask him. His face twists in anger.
"You wouldn't dare." he seethes making me back away at his angry expression. He sighs. "Alana, I do not love anyone, when I said I have had sex, I did not mean with any one person."
"What!?" I ask in surprise. "You can't love more than one person!"
"Exactly, when I said that sex should be out of love and trust, I meant for you. Because you are a precious woman. I just slept around." he explains.

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ALANA
RomanceBOOK 1 IN THE MORETTI SERIES A story about an oppressed young woman and a ruthless Mafia man arranged to be married in a world neither of them asked to be born in. *SLOWBURN ROMANCE* *Morally grey Male lead.* *Innocent Female lead.*