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“Gabo, this is such a gorgeous room. I can’t believe this wasn’t the first place you brought me to when I arrived in Italy.”

“I didn’t realize you would be so taken by this villa, but if I’m honest, it’s probably my favorite property of all the ones I own.”

“Yeah, it’d be my favorite, too. I don’t even need to see any other of your properties.” Gabo chuckles and heads toward the door.

“If there’s anything you need, my room is next door.” I nod, and he closes the door. I thought we were going to hang out like we’ve done at the penthouse, but maybe he has work to do? Ugh, who knows. This man is an enigma.

After showering, I decide to send a quick text to Luca, just to let him know everything is going well.

Isabella: Hey, dear brother. I’m still having a ball here in Italy. The class at uni has been amazing so far. This week, we had an instructor from the Museum of Modern Art here in Bologna. Next week, another instructor is coming from the Museum of Art and History in Switzerland. How cool is that? I’m working on finding young or up-and-coming artists. I’m at school with many of them, actually. You don’t need to worry about me achieving my goal before I have to head back to Santiago. Love you lots, Isa.

I’m not expecting him to reply immediately since it’s the middle of the night in Chile. I flop down on the bed, stretch my arms, and wonder what I can do with all this time on my hands since the night is still young. The thought of Gabo disappearing into his room so early makes me think of something I could definitely do. I get up from bed in one swift movement, and I go looking for the magic wand in my luggage.

Chapter 10

Gabo Godoy

This week, I barely had time to do anything with Bella other than have dinner and hang out afterward. I need Dom to take a few responsibilities off of my plate so I can spend a couple of hours during the day exploring my favorite places with her while we’re here.

I’m thinking about what to do tomorrow in town with Bella when I hear a noise coming from her room. Her headboard is against the same wall as mine, so technically, if she twists and turns in her bed, I’ll hear. I should have thought this through better because the more I listen, the more I realize that the sound is coming from a vibrator.

Fuck. My. Life.

I try to take deep breaths and not think about what’s going on in Bella’s room, but it’s simply impossible. It doesn’t really help when she starts making little noises, moaning as she pleasures herself with a damn vibrator. My dick is at full mast just by hearing her moan, and I can’t help but think that it should be me making her scream.

My hand finds my dick, and I start moving it up and down, using a bead of precum to spread over my length. Bella increases her pace—I know because I can hear her rapid breathing—and I know she’s getting close because now her moans are unintelligible. I think I’m going to jump off the proverbial cliff with her when I hear her moan, “Oh, G. That's it. That’s how I like it, G.”

My hand immediately releases my dick, and I freeze. Does she call me G in her head? Or is she thinking about someone else? Fuck, what if she’s picturing that kid Giacomo from uni? I thought she said he was just a friend. She hasn’t mentioned him lately, but that doesn’t mean anything. They’ve been hanging out every day at school. Fuck if I’m going to let a kid take Bella away from me.

By the time Bella screams in ecstasy, my erection is gone. Fuck, I guess I have my work cut out for me tomorrow. It’s time to see if Bella is as into me as I am into her. I’ve been restraining myself from making a move on her out of respect for Luca and Gio, but I just can’t deny the chemistry between us.

I couldn’t sleep all fucking night, twisting and turning, thinking about Bella’s orgasms being for someone who isn’t me. Fuck that.

Around five in the morning, I finally give up on the idea of sleeping and fire off a text to Dom, letting him know I wouldn’t be available under any circumstances the entire weekend.

I go for a run to clear my head, but my thoughts just go back to her as I pick up the pace. I know Gio saw me wrapping my arm around Bella’s waist. Instead of giving me a murderous look or making a comment, he just gave me a look as if to say, “I see you.” Maybe he’s okay with me dating her. I know Gio, being the oldest of the Bianchi’s, is more mature than Luca.

But Luca is another story; he’s been determined to keep Bella under his supervision like a dictator. It’s weird because I remember when he reached out to me before he went to Chile after Karina. I told him I’d be watching but never interfered in his plan. And I sure hope they both know I’d never just have a fling with Bella. If I pursue things with her, it would be a genuine effort, not just to scratch an itch or, as my brother so bluntly put it, to get my dick wet. Bella is an amazing woman, talented, driven, passionate, not to mention gorgeous and funny. She’s the whole package.

Maybe I should talk to Luca… but then that feels like I’m validating his stance, and Bella doesn’t deserve that. She deserves to be treated like the adult she is. Yes, she might be younger than me, but she’s an adult. And more importantly, she’s worth any headaches that Luca might give me because of this. I finish my run exhausted but with renewed determination.

“Morning, Gabo,” Bella says from the breakfast nook in the kitchen. She’s a fucking vision in one of those running sets women wear—little shorts and a sports bra. Her sky-blue outfit looks stunning, perfectly matching her eyes and making them pop. She has her hair in a braid, and my first thought is to tug it hard so she can look me in the eyes and tell me I’m the only man she sees when she’s using her vibrator.

“Gabo?” she asks, and I clear my throat.

“Yes, hi. Sorry. Good morning,” I say and her eyes grow big, curiosity evident in her gaze.

“I’m okay. I just couldn’t sleep very well. I kept hearing weird noises.”

The moment her brain registers my words, her cheeks turn beet red. I turn around and get busy making a plate of food so she doesn’t see the grin I’m sporting.

“Hmm, weird. I actually slept really well. I was able to relax after a hot shower,” she says. I look her in the eyes, and she’s the picture of innocence. This woman drives me crazy.

“Well, I’m glad at least one of us could sleep. Anything in particular you want to do today?” I ask her, effectively changing the topic.

“Well, I was hoping to go for a hike around your property and then maybe go to town for lunch. I’m not sure yet.”

“That sounds like a nice plan. Are you in need of a tour guide?” I ask her, and she starts playing with her braid. I need to look away because the ideas in my brain are making my dick hard, and I can’t be sporting an erection in running shorts; it’d leave nothing to the imagination. I don’t want her to think I only want sex with her. I need to woo her, not scare her away like a perv.

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