The Unexpected Love

Ch9- Alessio

 I hovered over Isabella as she panted under me, "Not thinking about averting your eyes, are you?"

She looked at me indignantly and glared at me with challenge. I held back a pleased smile at that. It was easy to rile her up sometimes. On closer look her eyes weren't exactly blue, they were different from mine. They seemed to be slightly green, somewhere between those two. My eyes darted to her lips, almost begging to be kissed, but I haven't lost my mind yet. Though with Isabella under me, I could think many things to do with her and none of them involved us training. I looked back into her eyes and she stared at me, her eyebrow slightly furrowed, I felt the pulse on her wrist, it was racing but she didn't look as afraid as she would be a week ago. I pushed of her before she could see where my thoughts were heading and before I could do something stupid enough to invite war among our families. If Matteo hasn't killed me for kidnapping his daughter, he definitely will for fucking her.

"Told you not much has changed." I said, talking was fine, it could at least distract me from her body. Weird because nothing about her clothes seemed like they were meant to please anyone at all. Worn out converses, baggy t-shirts, overalls. Not the things I am used to from women, but God it was enticing.

She is a Vitiello. Something was wrong with me. With her too, honestly. I wasn't sure why she kept returning to the library, I wasn't exactly complaining but did she trust me? Doubt it, and it would be stupid to do that anyway. I don't know why was I putting up with all this either. She was interesting? Confusing? She was scared of me yet she was here every night since that day at the club. She intrigued me. Or maybe I was just bored. It doesn't matter either way because I am leaving for Vegas tomorrow. And I was glad for that, because for some reason I had weird feeling about whatever was going on with Isabella and I doubt I would've ended it without the necessity of going home. It'll be good if Nevio isn't in New York too long anyway.

"Oh, come on be real, I was better this time."

"No, you weren't" I said, her cat meowed and rubbed itself across on her legs. She raked her short nails on its black fur. She named the cat Luna, because of Harry Potter, I am sure.

She was a quick learner but she would need lot more practice. "I wouldn't have thought the Vitiellos will keep their daughters this defenceless."

She narrowed her eyes at me, "I didn't want to learn, but they taught me enough." Always pretty defensive about her family, she loved them to core. She tilted her head slightly and scoffed, "It's weird that you're the one lecturing me about self-defence."

"I got the taste of it's incompetence." I said, I wasn't interested in her defence lessons, of course, she knew that too, I think. I wondered if she found me just as confusing as I found her.

She shook her head then stared at me as if trying to figure something out, "You're strange," she said quietly. Everything was strange about this; she didn't like me, still we spent the night together. I didn't even like the kind of shit she reads yet I have heard her rant about that one guy in that book who she thinks is so misunderstood, as if it mattered. He did some pretty questionable things though but I guess it doesn't bother her. And let's not even mention chess, as much I didn't care about it in the start, she was weirdly good at it, too good. We played more than ten matches in last few days. I haven't won once. I did manage to end one of them in tie though.

"And you aren't?" I said, she kept petting the cat. The fact that she would come to library after all this, is just as strange as me putting up with this.

She shrugged, "Well, I guess you can call me that. But that is probably because you seem different from the rest of you family."

I cocked an eyebrow at her, "Do I?"