The Orphan And The Crown

20

"Why don't you and your mum move here until everything dies down?"

My mouth hung open from shock.

"This is the perfect place." He added.

"No, it's not. They'll just follow us here."

He shook his head. "They can't access these grounds. You guys will have more peace here."

"Thanks for the offer but I'll have to turn it down."

He shrugged. "The offer still stands if you still feel like the paparazzi is harassing you."

I smirked at him. "I actually have an idea."

"Mhm, I'm listening." He said, resting his chin on his hand.

"Why can't someone give them a false story that we're staying at some hotel. That way they'll leave my house for a bit."

His eyebrows furrowed. "That's a good idea but it will be for a short while. They'll still go to your house."

I huffed. "It'll still give us a break."

He nodded. "I'll have Desiree, my assistant handle that."

He called her and made sure that the paparazzi received the false information. I waited in his room while he dealt with the matter.

I really admired his room and how spacious it was. It was a room fit for a King.

The door opened, grabbing my attention.

He came towards me and pulled me close to him. "All sorted, princess."

I gave him a small peck.

"I should head back now. I've got meetings early tomorrow."

He rolled his eyes. "Why not just stay the night? I'll make sure you get to your meetings on time."

"I don't have changing clothes."

"I can arrange that for you." He replied before giving me a passionate kiss.

I kissed him back, matching his intensity. His tongue entered my mouth making me moan. He picked me up and walked us to the bed still kissing me.

"Stay. Here. Tonight." He said in between kisses.

He then moved to my neck and kissed my soft spot.

"Fine, I will." I managed to say.

He grinned into the kiss. His next actions made me scream. He picked me up bridal style and walked towards his large closet. The lights automatically switched on when we walked in.

"Choose any shirt you want to wear." 

I narrowed my eyes at him in confusion. "Really?" 

He nodded. I went to the section that had tees only. I picked a black Tee and he handed me a pair of his boxers.

"I'm going to take a shower. You can change so long." He gave me small smile before leaving me alone in his huge closet.

I went back to the room and messaged mum about the paparazzi leaving us for a bit. She replied clearly relieved and warning me to use protection. I rolled my eyes at the message and blushed at the thought of being intimate with Alessandro.

How will it feel? Will it hurt really badly since it will be my first time? Am I even ready to be fully exposed in front of me? I mean I didn't have the body of a model and I was curvaceous.

Alessandro calling my name dragged me out of all the thoughts. I suddenly felt anxious to spend the night with him. This is what I hated about myself. I'm an overthinker. An overthinker who always ruins her relationships because she's scared of things turning against her.