The Assassin's Love

Skeletons in the Closet

The next morning as it rolled around Amira woke up and blinked a few times to clear her vision. Realizing she was still in the home theater, she tried to sit up slightly feeling a heavy arm on her side. She turned to the right to see Alessio had his arm wrapped around her still sleeping. Amira tried to remember what happened last night, seeing the movie Titanic still on the movie screen to rewatch it again. Her mind was still foggy from last night's events. Glancing around the room looking at their clothes on the floor.

Connecting the dots and lifting the blanket that was draped over them both. They were both naked. Amira's mind started racing 100 miles per hour with thoughts. Why did she let this happen? Why did she let her walls down so quickly? If she was sober this would never happen. Looking to her right on the floor was a bottle of red wine. It all came back to her. She was drinking and they were watching Titanic together. It was a small movie date. Of course, once alcohol is in her system it turns her on.

The sad part is she barely remembers the night. Sighing softly Amira slides out of Alessio's hold and removes the blanket off of her. Standing for a second only to fall to the ground with a thud. "Ouch." She said quietly, looking back at Alessio still asleep. Thankful that he is a deep sleeper. Amira grabbed her clothes and slipped them back on. Limping to the door quietly, Amira's legs were trembling. Opening the door to the movie room, take one last glance at Alessio and walk out closing it quietly.

Finally, Amira made it to her room, closing the door and locking it behind her. She let out a sigh and went to the bathroom to soak away last night. Running her water in the tub, threw in a purple bath bomb and took off her clothes, putting them in her dirty hamper. Grabbing her phone and pinning her hair up in a messy bun. Stepping in the hot water and sitting down. She moans from the feeling of the heat to her body felt amazing. This was just what she needed. After a while of being in the tub. She unclogged the tub and stepped out. Wrapping a towel around her body. She lotioned her body and stepped back into her bedroom, falling on the bed. Closing her eyes for a minute as last night's events flashed in her mind. Amira's body got hot from thinking about it. She opened her eyes and shook her head to clear her mind. "Time to avoid Alessio," Amira told herself, this was going to be weird for her and awkward as fuck.

Even though they are fake married, it was going to be hard for her to try to focus on anything else. She glanced at the clock it was lunchtime. Her stomach rumbled. Putting on something comfortable. Jogging downstairs to the kitchen. Looking at the fridge and taking out some leftovers she made from yesterday. Amira hated that she was in a vulnerable situation, but she was drinking and craving his touch.

The microwave dinged, and her food was done. She took out her plate and sat at the table. Hearing footsteps coming down the steps. It was Alessio coming into the kitchen. Amira looked down at her phone to act like she was busy. Alessio looked at Amira and his mind flashed back to last night. He did not regret what happened last night between them. "Amira, are you okay?" He asked softly, trying to grab her attention from her phone.

Amira glanced at him and looked back at her phone "I'm fine, thank you for asking." She replied with a plain tone. Alessio wanted to push the conversation a little bit more but held back his voice. After a few minutes passed it was a comfortable silence. Amira was eating her food silently.

Alessio was drinking water glancing over to Amira ever so often. "Listen about last night. I do not regret what happened last night." He explained to her. Amira nodded her head at his statement. "I liked it, but I hated that I gave into lust temptation so quickly. Plus, my drinking just made it even worse."

Alessio looked at her funny but grabbed her hand. "Don't look at this differently, I enjoyed it." Amira glanced into his eyes and blushed. "I enjoyed it too, even under the influence of alcohol." He smiled at her and leaned in. Connecting his lips, on hers feeling how soft they were. Tasting her strawberry lipstick. The kiss was breathtaking and soft. Amira could melt into his arms as her walls crumbled and came down. She felt safe and real genuine love that was sparking between them.