Page 62 of Beautiful Devil

“Yep, everything’s fine. I was just drying off.”

He raises an eyebrow at me, nods once, and walks away.

Quickly drying off, I head into the closet and get dressed in sleep shorts and a baggy shirt. When I make my way back to the bedroom, Fabi is lying on his back in bed with the sheet pooling around his waist while he types on his phone. I’m so distracted by his naked muscular chest and tattoos that are on display, I don’t realize that I’ve stopped in front of my side of the bed and I’m staring at him until his voice startles me out of my trance.

“Are you coming to bed,dolcezza?

Unable to answer him because I’m still thinking about how he said he wantedusto go to bed together. Like normal couples do.

“Dolcezza?”

“Huh?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Shaking my head, I climb in bed. “I’m good. Must be more tired than I realized.”

He doesn’t respond, just grabs the remote to switch the lights off. As I settle in on my side, a yawn escapes me, and I realize that I actually am more tired than I thought.

“Did my dick exhaust you,dolcezza?” he says with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Thank God the lights are off, because I’m sure my face is beet red right now. Before I can answer, his arms wrap around me, pulling my back flush against his chest.

“Sleep,dolcezza. You need your rest.” He places a single kiss to my cheek, and with him holding me in his arms, my body relaxes and sleep drags me under.

CHAPTER22

FABRIZIO

I wakethe next morning with the feeling of Gia’s body nestled up perfectly against me, her head on my chest and our legs tangled. A hint of a smile forms on my lips as I lie listening to the soft sounds of her breathing while she sleeps.

I take in the beautiful woman beside me. She’s a whirlwind I was not expecting in the slightest and a refreshing breath of fresh air. I give myself a second to appreciate how Gia doesn’t fall at my feet like most women do, and as much as I thought it would piss me off – which I’ll admit sometimes it does – it’s also what draws me to her. She’s stronger than she gives herself credit for, especially after all the shit Gallo put her through.

“Buongiorno, dolcezza,” I croon when I see her eyes flutter against the morning light.

A blush creeps up over her cheeks as I speak while she pulls the covers up trying to hide.

“Gia, you’re my wife. You have no need to ever hide from me.”

A shy smile crosses her lips just as a knock sounds at the door. No one ever disturbs me here unless there's an emergency.

I get up and crack open the door a little to find Marco standing on the other side, stoic as ever, but a hint of urgency in his eyes.

“Che cos'è?"What is it?

“Il magazzino è stato attaccato la scorsa notte.”The warehouse was attacked last night.

“Qual e il danno?”What's the damage?

“E andato.”It's gone.

“My office, two minutes.”

Closing the bedroom door, I let out an exasperated sigh, making my way to the walk-in closet and foregoing my shower. I hear the rustle of the sheets. Seconds later, Gia joins me, standing in the doorway wearing one of those baggy t-shirt and sleep shorts combos she loves so much.

“So, I was thinking this morning I could call Elle and arrange for us to meet up again, maybe this weekend?” she perks hopefully.

“No,” I bark out a little harder than I mean to.

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