Mafia's African Rose

Quiet & storm

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. My body felt sore, each sensation a reminder of last night—his hands, his lips, and the way he told me he loved me, raw and unguarded.

I turned over slowly, my eyes landing on Alexio. He was lying on his side, watching me, his dark eyes soft, free of the coldness that usually defined him.

"Good morning," he said, his voice low and husky.

"Morning," I murmured, heat rushing to my face under his gaze.

His fingers brushed my cheek. "You were peaceful in your sleep," he said, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "For someone who was so loud last night.

I pulled the sheet up to cover myself. "That's your fault."

He laughed, rich and deep, before shifting closer. His hand found mine, pressing it against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, his expression serious.

"I meant it," he said softly.

"Meant what?"

"That I love you," he said, firm but gentle. "It wasn't just last night. It's always been more with you, Angel."

My chest tightened, his words sinking into the cracks I'd ignored for so long. "I love you too," I whispered.

His lips claimed mine in a kiss that was slow and tender, making my head spin. When he pulled back, his voice was a low growl. "Get used to hearing it. I'm not stopping."

I smiled, curling into his arms. "Angel!" Alexa's voice rang out from the other side of the door.

I froze, sitting up in bed, but Alexio didn't seem fazed. He stretched lazily, his muscles flexing under the morning light. I tried to get up, but he shot me a look.

"I got this," he said confidently, rolling out of bed. His completely bare body gleamed, and I couldn't help but admire him. "Damn, my man is so fine," I muttered under my breath, quickly tying my robe to cover myself.

He pulled on his pants, ruffling his hair as he walked to the door. "Don't want Alexa catching you all naked after I've fucked you" he teased with a smirk.

The door swung open, revealing Alexa standing there with her hands on her hips. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing at him.

Alexio leaned against the doorframe, his usual arrogant smirk firmly in place. "What do you mean, Alexa? It's my house. I go wherever I damn well please."

"Yeah? Well, stop hurting her, or I'll take drastic measures," Alexa shot back.

"You can try," he replied, completely unfazed. "But I'm not hurting her anymore. Now, if you don't mind, I was about to go back to fucking my angel before your lonely ass interrupted."

Alexa let out an exasperated scoff, but before she could respond, Alexio slammed the door in her face. "Tell her to come downstairs when y'all are done with your nonsense!" she yelled, her laughter fading as she walked away.

"That was rude," I said, glaring at him, but he just shrugged.

"Don't care," he said, striding over to me. He grabbed my waist, pulling me close as he buried his face in my neck. "Come back to our room," he whispered against my skin, his voice soft yet demanding.

"Please.

"What happened to the cold, untouchable Alexio?" I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"He fell in love," he said simply, pressing kisses along my jawline.

My heart fluttered. I gently pushed him back, remembering something. "Thank you for the phone," I said, meeting his gaze.

"I like it."