FATE AND DESIRE

Chapter 12

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Vittorio's POV

I was deep into my work when I heard Zara's sharp words to the flight attendant which shocked me. I looked up to see the attendant's embarrassed face as she walked away. It broke my concentration, and my gaze flickering between her and the retreating attendant. I never in my dreams thought Zara to say something like that.

I know the attendant was hovering near me for some time but I thought to ignore her for now as I didn't want to create any drama or chaos in front of her. But the way she handled her was so hot and her reply made me smile when I asked if something was wrong.

"Everything's okay?" I asked suppressing a grin.

Zara's fiery spirit was a reminder of why I was drawn to her. She wasn't afraid to stand up for herself and her people, and that made her even more captivating.

Then I again started to do my work. After finishing the opening work I looked up to find her reading a book. Not just reading she was blushing as well. Curious, when I asked she jumped as if I caught her doing something she shouldn't. That made me curious as to what type of book she was reading that made her a shade of red.

Then she placed the book sideways and turned while closing her eyes to take a nap. But after one hour she woke up and started to use her phone, watching movies and me as usual doing some business-related work. Like that we finally reached Paris. It was night time and we were so exhausted after the flight of nearly ten hours that we slept the moment we touched the mattress after freshening up.

Zara's POV

I woke up in Paris with the early morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a golden hue across our hotel room. I could hear the faint sounds of the city waking up, the hum of traffic, and the distant chirping of birds. It felt surreal to be here, in the city of lights, with Vittorio. I stretched lazily in bed, savouring the rare moment of peace. Today, we were in Paris—the city I had always dreamed of visiting. The trip felt more like a dream than reality.

The night before had been a whirlwind of emotions and new experiences. Vittorio and I had landed late, exhausted but exhilarated. Standing in our elegantly furnished suite, I was eager to start our day. I had planned an itinerary filled with visits to museums, strolls through parks, and sampling French cuisine. I wanted to soak in every bit of what Paris had to offer.

"Morning," Vittorio's deep voice greeted me as he stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still damp from the shower, and he looked effortlessly handsome.

"Good morning," I replied with a smile, trying to ignore the way my heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. But it looked like he knew what was happening to me right now with the way his demeanour changed. He came so close to the side of my face, his breath fanning on my cheeks and making me feel tingles through my body that made it hard for me to breathe. But my eyes nearly bulged out of my sockets after hearing what he said next,

"Just seeing me in a towel have you breathless Mia Cara, then imagine what will happen without it," he teased, his voice low and intimate. Plus the nickname. The fucking nickname!! It had me screaming in my mind. What is happening with him after landing in Paris? Is he finally unleashing his romantic side or what?!?

Trying to ignore all this, I asked, "Did you sleep well?"

"Like a rock," he said while running a hand through his wet hair. "Your turn to get ready. I'm looking forward to our day." When I didn't move he said again, his eyes briefly lingering on me before he said, " Go on," and I dashed into the bathroom.