𝒫𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓃𝑒

Chapter 29

The morning sun streamed through the curtains of Alessio's bedroom, casting a gentle light across the room. Eleanor lay in bed, her head pounding from the remnants of a hangover. Every beat of her pulse seemed to reverberate through her skull, and she winced as she stirred, trying to remember the previous night's events.

She turned carefully to see Alessio still asleep beside her. His arm was draped protectively over her, a stark contrast to the usually imposing figure he presented. Eleanor had no memory of falling asleep, only a vague recollection of Alessio's soothing presence.

As she shifted in bed, she could feel the aftermath of last night's revelry weighing heavily on her. The room was still, save for the sound of Alessio's steady breathing. With a groan, Eleanor eased herself out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, the bright light from the window only intensifying her headache.

She splashed cold water on her face, hoping it would clear the fog from her mind. Leaning over the sink, she took deep breaths, trying to calm the nausea that churned in her stomach. When she felt somewhat better, she glanced at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, and her makeup from last night was smeared, evidence of her intoxicated state.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Eleanor noticed Alessio beginning to stir. He stretched and looked around, meeting her gaze with a sleepy, concerned expression.

"Morning," he said, his voice low and raspy.

Eleanor managed a weak smile, though it was clear she was struggling. "Good morning. I'm so sorry about last night. I didn't mean to—"

Alessio cut her off gently, standing up and walking over to her. "It's okay. How are you feeling?"

Eleanor took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Like I've been hit by a truck. I'm sorry for any trouble I caused."

Alessio's eyes softened. "You didn't cause any trouble. It's normal to have a rough morning after a night out."

Eleanor nodded, though she still felt uneasy. "Thanks for staying with me. I remember asking you to, but not much beyond that."

Alessio smiled slightly. "I'm glad I could be there for you. Do you need anything? I can have Marco bring up some water or maybe some food if you'd like."

Eleanor hesitated, her stomach still feeling queasy. "Water would be great. Maybe something light to eat later."

Alessio nodded and picked up the phone to call for room service. As he spoke to Marco on the line, Eleanor shuffled over to the bed and sat down, trying to steady herself. Alessio hung up and turned back to her, his gaze gentle.

"I've arranged for some water and a light breakfast. It should be here soon. In the meantime, is there anything else you need?"

Eleanor shook her head, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "No, just... a bit of quiet, I think."

Alessio nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Take your time. I have a meeting later, but I'll make sure to check in with you before I go."

As Alessio prepared to leave, Marco arrived with a tray of water and a simple breakfast of toast and fruit. Eleanor thanked him, feeling grateful for the kindness.

Alessio watched with a concerned look as she took small sips of water and nibbled on a piece of toast. "If you need anything else, just let me know. I want to make sure you're okay."

Eleanor managed a faint smile. "Thank you, Alessio. I appreciate it."

He gave her a reassuring nod before heading out of the room. Alone, Eleanor took a few more sips of water, her thoughts drifting to the previous night. The hangover was a painful reminder of her indulgence, but it was Alessio's presence that lingered in her mind