Page 18 of Untouchable

Alessandro’s cocky smirk drops off his lips and for the briefest of moments, his eyes meet mine. His face is cold and impassive as we silently stare at each other.

I notice that his trademark bright green eyes are dull and dark. The shadows under his eyes far more intense than I even originally thought. My breath stalls in my chest as we stay locked in our silent stare off, before Alessandro turns his focus back to his drink, gulping it down in two large swigs before facing his dinner.

The rest of the meal is enjoyed in silence apart from the occasional grumbling from the kids about not liking the food on their plate or wanting to go play video games. Soon our plates are cleared, and the Ferguson’s are saying their goodbyes.

Aiden and I walk outside to his car as his parents wave me goodbye before they slip into their town car.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” Aiden smiles softly as he cups my cheek.

“Me too! I heard that the resort could get hit with a tropical storm though.”

Aiden shakes his head softly. “Nothing could ruin this trip for us. I promise.”

“That’s an awfully big promise. I don’t think you are able to control the weather, as much as you may want to,” I smirk.

He gives me a sexy grin as he leans closer to me. “Want a bet?”

I smile and lift up onto my toes before brushing my lips against his. His hands instantly go to rest on my hips as his tongue swipes at the seam of my mouth. I angle my head a little higher to deepen the kiss. Aiden wastes no time turning things up, in a quick move he flips me around so that I am pinned against him Mercedes.

“Aiden,” I whisper as he begins to suck on my neck. “Aiden, we can’t do this here.”

“No one is watching. Just relax, baby,” he murmurs against my skin.

Before I can respond, a rough voice rumbles through the quiet night air.

“Seraphina!”

Aiden stills for a moment, his body tensing before slowing looking towards the voice just as I do. Alessandro is standing near the front door, his arms crossed over his wide chest, his jaw set into a firm line.

“Your father is looking for you.”

Though he is speaking to me, his eyes are firmly planted on Aiden. My eyes flick between the two of them as they seem to be having some silent pissing contest.

“Coming,” I say softly before turning back to Aiden.

I can still feel Alessandro’s eyes on me, and it soon becomes clear that he has no intention of leaving us alone. I watch as Aiden’s jaw works in over time, his normally happy go lucky attitude nowhere to be found before he looks back at me. I reach my hand up to smooth out the deep wrinkle seated between his eyebrows as I give him a soft smile.

Slowly, his face begins to relax as his jaw loosens. He leans into my touch for a moment before wrapping his arms around my shoulders and bringing me against his chest.

“I love you,” he says softly into my ear.

I smile and lean against his chest. “I love you too.”

Aiden pulls back for a moment before tenderly capturing my lips between his. Instead of the hot passionate kiss we just shared, this one is much different. Like he is pouring every ounce of love between us into it. It feels good, but I can’t help feeling like this intense show of affection isn’t just for me.

When Aiden breaks the kiss, he cups my cheek and gives me a small smile before throwing a glance towards Alessandro and climbing into his car, confirming my suspicion. I give him a little wave with a smile that is only half sincere before turning to head inside. I feel Alessandro’s gaze with every step I take, but for some reason I don’t have the guts to look him in the eye when Aiden’s tongue was just in my mouth. I don’t know why. It isn’t like I am doing anything wrong, and he is the last person that I owe any type of explanation to about what I do.

“Why is my father looking for me?” I ask as I keep my head forward while he follows me inside.

“He isn’t,” he says simply.

I stop in my tracks and turn to look at him, but he just keeps walking. He turns to head towards my father’s office, leaving me standing in the foyer with furrowed brows and the beginnings of a headache. What the hell is he playing at?

Chapter Nine

Seraphina

The next morning, I wake up to the sun blaring in my room. It is bright and harsh as I put a hand up to block my eyes. I smack my other hand around aimlessly on my bedside table to grab my phone. Unlocking it, I see that it is already 9:50 in the morning. Shit. I am supposed to be ready to go at 10. Since we are using the Ferguson’s private jet while ours is under repair, we are unfortunately on their timeline. I groan before tossing my blanket back and shaking out my hair.

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