The Unexpected Love

Ch 12 Isabella

                I was half minded to cancel this out of nervousness but now I am glad I didn't. I slept quite soundly after I texted Alessio, he didn't reply till two hours later, by then I was already asleep. I replied him the morning, I am glad the daylight brought some sense into my brain because seriously what was I even thinking texting him in the middle of the night. Whatever was going on with him when he was here was supposed to end the day he left. I am not supposed to wish for comfort in the same arms that were the reason of my distraught.

I was sitting in a nice restaurant Emilio picked, our seats were in a pretty private part of the place, and I was glad for that. I was unusually nervous and had this weird feeling that someone was watching me, maybe that's just because of Emilio's attention. I focused myself on him as he talked about his family and hobbies. We shared quite a lot of them and he was easy to talk to. Emilio motioned for the waiter to bring the bill and he did. I stood up, "Thank you for the lovely evening," I said.

He towered over me and smiled, "Thanks for coming with me." We looked at each other, he stood close to me, enough to feel his presence and his cologne flooded around me. He bent down, I realised he'd been staring at my lips, I looked into his eyes, he did same and I understood the question behind them. I leaned forwards ever so slightly, enough to let him know it was fine. His lips came down on mine, chaste but lingering, as if a glimpse of something more.

Only a moment later, a waiter accidently spilled some wine over me. I broke the kiss abruptly as blush crept on my cheeks.

"I am so sorry—" the waiter said.

"It's fine." I interrupted him not wanting him to worry about this.

I looked down at my skirt which had some wine over it which spilled onto my legs. I looked up at Emilio, "I should clean up." I said awkwardly and excused myself to the restroom.

I entered the restroom absentmindedly, muttering curses. I was so nervous during that kiss. It was not the first time I did it but I still wasn't that experienced, and though the area of the restaurant was quite private, I am sure someone will get the gossips out, I could just feel few eyes at me. That didn't worry me as much, though it annoyed me, but people are going to talk no matter what.

As the door of the restroom opened and I went to the sink, my eyes caught the man in the mirror.

My eyes widened as I turned quickly to see Alessio standing there, leaning on a stall, with a small smile on his face, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"What? I thought you'd miss me." He said, coming forward. Was he out of his mind? Wait is this a kidnapping again? No, it can't be. Not this way for sure, not with my guards right outside. Right?

I backed up against the sink, then scoffed, "Are you insane?"

"But I see you've got some company here already," he said, standing close to me, enough so I could almost feel the heat radiating from his body.

"Do you not like living or something. They'll kill you if I said to." Just when I thought I could release my mind from his grip, he came back again. And I don't know that the fact that fear was just small whimper in the back of my mind now, should make me happy or scared of what was changing.

He stepped closer to me, leaned forward, I peered up at him. He looked as he couldn't even hear me and simply regarded me with that unreadable look in his eyes, furious but distant. His hand came down on my throat and the thumb brushed across my chin lightly tilting it upwards, while the other hand held supported him on countertop. I stilled, "Was that your first kiss?" he said after a while.