A Runway model and the American-Italian mafia boss
Alex D'Cruz has a rough past life that remains dead to her. On a way to forget everything and move on to a different part of Italy. She is independent and focused on herself a sa rising runway model...
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Alex D'Cruz
Paris was absolutely amazing and now we are back home in Italy. I have a show tomorrow and it will be my last one for the next few months. Or really after my honeymoon. I need a break and to piece myself back together.
I hate to say this, but Giovanni needs to go back to work. He actually has been driving me crazy. Currently, I am hiding in one of the guest rooms across the house, so he won't find me. I got some snacks and this room has a TV, so I think I am good for a while. I just need some space to myself, but Giovanni knows how to invade it.
Shit
I only had two whole hours to myself until Giovanni walked in. " I have been looking for you," He said with his dimpled smile. " What? Really," I said sarcastically. His smile dropped and he walked over to me and laid next to me in the bed. I removed my attention from the TV to Giovanni and he was already looking at me.
" Any new updates on your stuff for the wedding?" He asked getting comfortable. " I haven't found the dress, so I am still looking. I found the veil I wanted through," I said and a slight smile appeared on his face. " What about you?" I reversed the question. " I haven't looked yet, but I promise I'll do it this week," He said and for some reason, I believed him and another half of me didn't. " Ok, Gio, I'll remind you to look," I said. His hand moved to my thigh.
He laughed. " What have you been up to besides looking for me?" I asked turning my head to look into his eyes. " Nothing, I have been looking for you for the past two hours," he lied. This motherfucker.
I know for a fact he wasn't looking for me for two hours straight. He had to be doing something else like working out, doing some work, or something. I didn't bother asking him again and I focused back on the TV and so did he. After a while my eyes got droopy. It was only four in the evening and a nap is something I don't need at the moment. Maybe I should go for a run or something. I got up and Giovanni snapped awake looking at me.
" Going for a run. Coming?" I asked as soon as I reach at the door and he nodded his head yes. He turned the TV off and followed me across the house to our bedroom.
I put on some gray biker shorts and a matching sports bra. Giovanni put on a black compression shirt and some shorts. We put on our running shoes and the next thing I knew we were out the door. There was a hiking path not too far from the estate, so we decided to go down there. The path is about an hour long, so we should be back before seven.
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It's my last show and I only decided to do two outfits
