Fire And Ice (Lost&Found Series)✔

41. THE STORY OF ADRIAN ROMANO

XENIA'S POV:
Michael was going to come back today and I was feeling a little nervous to be very honest.

I know that Xander has a plan up his sleeve but he did not tell me about it yet.

We have called Sicilian, Mexican and Colombian Capos for their assistance in near future.

Amanda was still kept downstairs in the cells and the other prisoner was killed yesterday by Leo who said he was spewing shit.

I changed into Xander's blue dress shirt with my own skinny jeans.

I liked comfortable and loose clothing plus it hides the unnoticeable bump.

Tying my hair in a ponytail, I walked out of the room to find Xander pacing in the living room with a phone pressed between his ear and shoulder an iPad in his other hand.

He ended the call by the time I reached downstairs and walked up to him.

My hands went up to his shoulders and neck slightly massaging them.
He sighed and leaned back rubbing a hand on his face twice.

"You're overworking yourself. Again." I complained.

"Anybody who thinks the boss does nothing at all, needs to rethink." he said.

"Xander, don't stray from the topic. Tell me please." I pleaded.

My hands were still massaging his shoulders and I could feel his muscles flex from beneath his black dress shirt.

"Tell you what, Xenia." he leaned his head back and looked up at him.

I bent down to pepper a kiss on his forehead then his eyes, nose, cheeks and finally lips.

His hand shot out to the side of my neck and fisted my hair in his palm.
I moaned and pulled away before we could get carried away.

"Please, what have you planned for Michael?" I asked rubbing my nose with his.

He looked into my eyes intensely and honestly for the very first time I noticed the green specks surrounding his black pupil. They were so small, almost unnoticeable. I was fascinated.

The immense love I felt for this man knew no bounds. He was it for me. My heart swelled up twice it's size and my nerves went haywire everytime he was near.

I loved him more than life itself. He was going to be a dad, my baby daddy. We really did make love.

I wanted to live a simple and happy life with him not a life where someone was at our throats all the time.

I'm scared how one person could make you feel this much, move your entire world upside down, give you butterflies, protect you and make you feel like you've finally found a home.

He's the water to my desert of a life and the thirst was not the one to be quenched.

It will never be. I figured there's always going to be more with him.

The element of surprise.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I did not notice when he picked me up by turning around on the sofa and settling me on his lap.

He was now sitting sideways with his legs stretched on the couch. I placed my hands on his shoulder for support.

I opened my mouth but he cut me off with his lips.

His hands were gripping my waist from either sides and his thumbs rubbing up and down my stomach.

I wrung my hands around his neck and deepened the kiss as he pulled me impossibly closer to his body.