My hot Italian principal

5. For the greater good.

Beverly
"Since I feel the need for him so deep in my veins taking the color red, why does fear still cripple it?"

TODAY WAS PARTICULARLY cold. Despite the snowfall of the previous night, the weather forecaster advised all to remain indoors. I had left my coat in the office and now here I was, suffering the cold, clad in only black pants and a red button-up shirt. I craved the warmth of my home, yet for a reason buried deep down in my heart and mind, I hesitated in going in. The question was not how long I could stay outside, bearing in mind that our bodyguards were staring at me. The question was how far my fear would take me when I knew that Emiliano was waiting inside for me. Not too far I guess because my hands already found the door handle.

I unlocked the door with my key with hands that shivered all through, but I managed. Finally, stepping onto the rug I took a warm breath while leaning on the door, loving the scent my home carried. The atmosphere of love, tranquility, and life. I could feel my husband's daunting presence.

My heart did not just flutter, it threatened to rip itself away from my chest with talons of eagerness. It'd been a year yet, I kept loving him more. And he kept loving me even more to a crescendo!

I already knew where he was and I was impatient to see him. I dropped my bag on one of the gray sofas in our huge sitting room, walking straight up the three flights of stairs that led to our dining table and then, the kitchen.

Through the glass doors that formed a demarcation, I could see my darling singing while chopping the vegetables he needed to make dinner, and I wanted nothing more than to be there with him. But enthusiasm had me crippled to the ground. The unfortunate part was that I had no idea exactly what came about with such mind-gripping anxiety.

I exhaled deeply, looking up to stop tears from falling down my eyes. I couldn't move but seeing him was enough. Enough? Not! I needed to feel him as badly as I craved air. Hence, I placed my hands on the glass doors, my forehead pressed against them as the sound of my heartbeat increased.

Not a second passed before his eyes met mine and my blood ran cold. I knew that he would feel my presence, I just had not expected it to be so quick. I smiled and turned back, wiping the tears that welled in my eyes. Then I took in a deep breath while summoning my most carefree expression. I didn't want to make him worry about me after a long day.

"You are cooking," I said softly, walking in. His eyes never strayed from mine. It was as if my presence consumed his mind every time.

"Mio mondo, when did you get back?" He smiled, stretching out his arms for a hug. I walked straight to him and buried myself in his body, unable to stop myself from melting into his broad chest. He smelt like all the good things that I loved and adored.

"A few minutes ago," I replied, my voice muffled by his torso. His hands traveled down my body, and then up my hair as he caressed it. He always loved to play with my hair. "We had this businessman who brought his associates to eat by six and I needed to make a good impression. Anyway, how did your day go?"

"

Today has been eventful, and not in a good way." He sighed. I was eager to see his face while he spoke. So, I held onto his face while disentangling from our embrace.

"What happened? Was it the parents who gave you sapped you out or the students? I inquired.

"If only..." He sighed, going back to dice the carrots as he had been doing before I interrupted him. "Mr. Nicholas Rios called me in for a get-together and postponed the meeting with the parents till next week Monday."

"Ouch. That must have put you off." I said wrapping my hands around his waist from behind. I knew how he hated setting up something and having it canceled, so I caressed his chest softly, knowing it would placate him. If only he wasn't obsessed with being so ideal.