|18+| ❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜
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Dark mysterious eyes.
Fierce blazing eyes.
Two enemies under one roof under the binds of an arranged marriage.
While trying their best to ign...
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"Are you happy?"
I sigh, turning around on my back as I stare at the ceiling.
Am I happy? Happy? That word doesn't seem to capture the feeling that flows through my body when I think of Valerio and our new relationship.
"I am." I reply softly, thinking about everything he's done.
"Then you have nothing to worry about," Zahra affirms, sounding a bit distracted. When I hear the sound of a male voice, I finally understood why.
"How is your own relationship going?" I ask, giggling when she releases a long sigh into the phone.
"It's going fine," she replies. "He's treating me so right that it's scary but I'm so glad to know he's putting in so much effort in his first relationship."
I grin, "Oh really?"
"Yes girl," she says, dropping her voice when she continues. "Last night after sex, he talked about kids. Kids. I think he wants wants to hit the next step. I saw him browsing about rings. Engagement rings."
Oh wow.
"Zee, Can we leave?" I hear Gio's key at the background. "Who's that? Oh hi, Isabella. I'm sorry but Zahra has to go."
"That's fine," I murmur when I hear a smack knowing damn well that my friend hit her boyfriend. "Talk to you later Zahra. Bye Gio."
The call ends with a click and I sigh, looking around the room. Where the hell is Valerio? He didn't even sleep in last nigh, claiming to have a bunch of workload to sort out.
I push myself to my feet, my husband's shirt dropping to my mid thigh, hanging off one shoulder.
Walking barefoot around the house, I stop in front of his study, contemplating if I should go in or not.
Just as I was about to change my mind and turn around, a voice stops me. "Come in Isabella."
"How did you know?" I ask with a laugh when I pushed the door open, seeing him seated at his chair, the brown wooden desk in front of him carrying a bunch of folders, "I'm sorry for disturbing, should I come back another time?"
He lifts his head and I hold back a wince. He looks terrible, really terrible. He looks exhausted with pale skin and dark circles under his eyes.
"Did you even get any sleep at all?" I whisper, walking towards him and he immediately wraps his arms around my waist, breathing out in relief.
He hums and I scratch his scalp, his hair soft beneath my touch. "Sit on my lap."
"I don't think—"
"Isabella please," he says in a pleading tone, his voice involuntarily dropping to an intimate murmur. "Just sit."
