Bishop |18+|

Ch.47

Alia

"Do you have any women's clothing?" I asked, my towel wrapped around my body. "Underwear?"

Standing outside of the walk in closet, I watched Antonio skim through every expensive brand of clothing, not a single dress insight. "This room was made for a Don." He muttered and grinned. "Not a princess."

He then turned, cocking his head. "What's the matter? I thought you preferred my clothes instead?"

"You obviously don't know how a woman dresses, Tonio." I watched him let out a grunt as he grew more frustrated looking for clothes by the second. We were fresh out of the shower, a light steam pluming from our bodies and of course, Antonio just had to look sexy as fuck.

With his firm back towards me and those dark tattoos decorating it, all I saw was a thin white towel wrapped around his naked waist with his hair a damp mess, the shape of his firm ass beneath the fabric just teasing me.

"Don't squeeze it, don't squeeze it." I thought to myself, clenching my fists in an effort to have some self control.

"Come in, there's probably more here." He spoke and without a second thought, I walked in. The closet was huge—in fact everything was huge in this fucking manor why was I even surprised? A long ottoman stood right in the middle, the walls decorated with shelves full of expensive shit, along with a huge mirror that reflected both of our bodies.

I took a seat on the comfortable ottoman, looking around as Antonio took his time trying to sort through all the drawers. He let out a frustrated grunt, dropping ties and other dress clothes on the floor. "This is fucking ridiculous."

"Tonio." I chuckled. "It's ok, really. You probably wouldn't mind me sleeping naked anyways, wouldn't you?"

"I know baby, but there's maids and servants..." He scowled. "The fucking gardeners—the balcony is off limits at night by the way."

He was being ridiculous and it was getting me riled up in the hottest way possible. Antonio was the overprotective type, no doubt about it. As annoying as that may seem to other ladies, I had no problem if the man I was dating gave the stink eye to every guy walking down the street.

I watched as his jaw ticked, my eyes then focusing back to his bare back. Fuck.

Antonio let out a groan and stood up, looking in the mirror. "Plus it's really cold and the heater won't be enough to warm you up. I don't want you getting sick."

What a gentleman.

Leaning over to grab his hand, I pulled him back up towards me til he was towering over my body. Naughty... naughty things ran through my head and with the intimate kiss fest we had in the shower, this closet was about to get all the more steamier.

His brow was quick to raise and after a few seconds of studying the situation, a meek smirk spread across his face. "Dolcezza..."

"Sick?" I smiled, running a finger along the hem of the towel, my eyes focused on his sharp and cunningly gorgeous features. "With the amount of heat you can create in a room alone with me..." My hand moved down. "I'd find it hard to freeze."

His eyes hung low, watching every twitch and movement of my hand on his body. I knew from the second he went quiet that he was starting to feel the affects of my arousal. How dare he make me feel this way.