Ariella Garcia is an 18-year-old girl who dreams of leaving her current situation behind and starting a new life. She's fiercely independent, and her love for nature and animals is unparalleled. She's always surrounded by people who care about her...
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Are you hungry, baby?" Alexandro entered the greenhouse, holding a plate of sliced fruit.
"Wait, I'm almost done," I said, watering the plants as he sat on one of the chairs. I removed my gloves and then washed my hands before standing in between Alexandro's legs.
He pushed me down on his lap as he brought a piece of strawberry to my lips. I opened my mouth, and he delicately placed it inside.
"Don't you have to go to work?" I asked. In the last week, he has spent a lot of time with me, taking me somewhere every day. Yesterday, we went out to eat at one of his restaurants, and the day before, we took a walk and had a picnic.
He brought another piece of fruit to my lips. "No, I want to spend some time with my girlfriend," he smirked.
"Won't they get mad?" I asked.
"I'm their boss, so I don't think they can do anything against it," he shrugged.
As he continued to feed me, the air between us thickened with unspoken tension. I reached for the fork, selecting a juicy piece of watermelon. When I offered it to him, he shook his head, refusing with a playful smile. Unfazed, I popped the fruit into my mouth.
In a bold move, I pressed my lips against his, surprising him. Swiftly, I slipped the watermelon between his lips, leaving him momentarily stunned. A devious smile danced on my face as I pulled away.
"Damn it, Ariella," he mumbled, his gaze intensifying. His hands slid to the back of my neck, drawing me closer. Our lips collided in a passionate kiss, and I found myself lost in the warmth of the moment. My fingers ran through his hair, tugging gently as a low moan escaped him, sending shivers down my spine.
The desire between us escalated; my body yearned for more. I pressed myself against him, and he guided me with a firm grip on my waist. Curses escaped his lips as he showered wet kisses on my neck and collarbone, evoking a moan from deep within me.
The spell was broken by the persistent ringing of his phone. We both chose to ignore it, but the interruption persisted. Muttering in Italian, he retrieved his phone. "I'm sorry, I need to pick this up," he said, regret tainting his tone.
Nodding, I felt a flush on my face. Confusion, frustration and desire wrestled within me. What's happening? I've never been like this.
"Why are you calling me, Vince?" Alexandro's voice carried a noticeable edge of irritation. "I'm at home, why?"
Thinking that I should give him some privacy, I attempted to slide off his lap but his arm around my waist held me in place. "I'll be there in a minute, wait," he said before ending the call, refocusing his attention on me.
"What's wrong?" I inquired, feeling a twinge of concern, as he effortlessly stood up with me still in his arms. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist, seeking stability, while my arms found refuge around his neck.
