Is This Considered A Cliche?

Chapter Seventeen | I'm Sorry

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 by M-A-COYNE

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Chapter Seventeen

I ' M S O R R Y

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The sound of a click and a flash woke me up. I opened my eyes and then shut them from the brightness. I heard Alphonso groan under me and he turned his head into the pillow to block out the sun.

I opened my eyes again and blinked until they adjusted. I turned my head to see Fedele smiling at us with a camera in his hands. "You two are just too cute," he said in a mocking voice before snapping another picture.

I yawned and sat up, resulting in me straddling Alphonso's hips. I blushed and then glared when I hear another click. "Take one more picture and I'm shoving the camera where the sun don't shine," I growled.

Fedele just laughed and practically skipped out of the room. I looked back at Alphonso and smiled. He was so cute when he slept. Without thinking I reached out and touched his face. My fingers gently skimmed his cheeks, his forehead, his eyelids, and then his lips. I let out a gasp when he opened his mouth and nipped my finger gently.

"You were awake!" I accused, taking me finger away from his mouth and poking it into his chest.

He smiled and grabbed the wrist of my poking hand and pulled me closer to him. "Good morning," he said huskily. He brushed his lips with mine.

I laughed giddily and pushed away from him. "You have morning breath."

He chuckled. "So do you." I gasped and covered my mouth. He chuckled some more. He lifted me up with him and then set me on the ground. "Are you hungry? I'm sure breakfast is ready."

I nodded and Alphonso led me down the hall. We descended a spiral staircase and entered a warm colored kitchen. Luca and Dante were seated at a round wooden table eating eggs, bacon, and pancakes.

"Morning," Dante said, his mouth full of eggs.

Alphonso rolled his eyes. "Don't you guys ever go home?"

Luca shrugged. "You have better food."

I took a seat at the table while Alphonso got each of us a plate. When he sat down he started filling his plate with bacon and stacking pancakes. I gaped at him. How could boys eat so much?

He must have felt my stare because he looked over at me and raised a brow. "What? Help yourself." He gestured toward the food.

I shook my head in disbelief before grabbing my own food and digging in. "Where's Fedele?" I asked in curiosity. The little twerp seemed to have disappeared after taking his pictures.

Dante smirked. "Most likely trying to decide what to wear." He turned and gave a pointed look to Alphonso. "Bianca's coming over."

"Who's Bianca?" I asked.

"The girl that Fedele's crazy for," Dante mocked.

"Bianca Morretti," Alphonso started. "Her family is subordinates to the Venturi's. Her uncle, Costanzo Morretti, is the Head of the family and her guardian."

"He's also a royal ass," Dante grumbled with his mouth full of eggs.

"Why do you say that?" I wondered, taking a bite out of a delicious pancake smothered in syrup.