Matteo, Leonardo, and Alessandro, the powerful owners of De Angeli Enterprises, are in their early thirties and have built a fearsome reputation worldwide. Known for their ruthlessness and ambition, these men have amassed wealth and influence by tak...
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Leonardo groans in frustration, the sound reverberating against the quiet walls of the library as he reluctantly rises from atop Yulia. He adjusts her dress with a tenderness that belies his earlier impatience, pulling her back into his lap, where he lightly nibbles on her neck, igniting fresh sparks of warmth beneath her skin.
Alessandro catches her gaze, winking playfully, and Yulia feels heat rush to her cheeks as she instinctively buries her face into Leonardo's chest, seeking refuge from the teasing. Laughter bubbles up around them, and Matteo saunters past, playfully pinching her legs. She squirms, moving to hide further against Leonardo, who chuckles softly, the sound rumbling against her ear.
"You haven't kissed Alessandro, princess," Matteo whispers, his voice low and conspiratorial, sending a jolt of surprise through her. Her eyes widen, and she glances over to see Alessandro settling into a seat on the couch in front of them, a nonchalant smile on his face that only heightens her nervousness.
The atmosphere shifts, her heart racing as she grapples with the implications of Matteo's words. Though Alessandro appears unfazed, she feels a rush of uncertainty wash over her. The teasing laughter lingers in the air, but now it feels charged with unspoken possibilities, leaving Yulia both exhilarated and flustered.
As the men shift effortlessly into speaking Italian, their voices a smooth blend of casual banter and familiar camaraderie, Yulia finds herself zoning out. The melodic flow of their conversation becomes background noise, and her attention drifts to the open book Leonardo had been reading before she interrupted him. A Game of Thrones.
Curiosity piqued, she picks it up, her fingers tracing the worn edges of the pages before she loses herself in the vivid world of Westeros. The room around her fades into the background—the scent of old books, the soft rustle of fabric as Leonardo shifts beneath her, and the occasional low chuckle from Matteo or Alessandro barely register as she becomes absorbed in the intricate politics and drama unfolding in the novel.
Time slips away, marked only by the soft turning of pages. She doesn't know how long it's been or how many chapters she's devoured, but suddenly, her phone alarm cuts through her trance, startling her. She jumps up from Leonardo's lap, her heart racing at the sudden reminder.
"The pizzas!" she exclaims, her voice a mixture of urgency and embarrassment as she hurriedly stands. The three men glance at her, amusement flickering in their eyes as she rushes toward the kitchen, her earlier flustered state returning.
As she heads toward the doorway, she notices Alice and Aline emerging from another room, their faces bright with smiles as they too make their way toward the kitchen, ready to assist. The cozy atmosphere of the library lingers behind her, the men's voices resuming their conversation, while she feels the comforting routine of the kitchen call to her once more.
Yulia enters the kitchen, the familiar scent of dough and spices already filling the air. Her hands ache with a dull, constant throb—still too injured to handle the delicate tasks of preparing the pizza herself. Despite the frustration simmering beneath the surface, she steps into the role of instructor, guiding Alice and Aline through the process with calm, detailed instructions.
