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“Am I packing enough?” I asked sarcastically. I was sure the girls forgot we were leaving for only three days.
“Azzaria,” Nina said while rubbing her palms together, “You’re going to sweat easily because it’s so warm over there sometimes, and you’ll be in different places, but looking your best is always good. I have a swimsuit store, so I brought you some sexy swimsuits, eh?” Her Italian accent was so strong, and I found it cute. Apparently her father’s Latin, like Dillon’s, and her mom’s straight Italian. That was one interesting mix.
Meanwhile, Nina and I debated on my suitcase, Mara packed Dillon’s with ease.
“He won’t need anything else, and if he does, he’s a billionaire, and there are plenty of stores there.”
“You need lots of dresses, preferably bright colors, the swimsuits are a complete yes, take out the jeans, the shorts can work, and you don’t need pajamas, just bring your robe.”
“Mara, Mia cugina, what’s she gonna sleep in?”
“Nudo,” she replied and started rearranging the suitcase. I was losing my mind watching these two bicker, but hey, as long as my suitcase got packed, I was fine.
The next half-hour passed, and the bags were finally packed. Dillon had one suitcase plus his backpack for his laptop, journal, toiletries, and any other items he needed, and I have one suitcase, a travel bag with my shoes and makeup, and a small bag for toiletries.
“Take lots of pictures for memories,” Mara said, reminding me. “Have fun, enjoy yourself, and I’m taking pebbles with me tonight. If Dillon asks why, just say it’s because I wanted to; he’ll get it.” Everything on my checklist was now complete. It’s time for fun!
I assumed we were being too loud when I heard Dillon’s office door shut. That was both good and bad. Bad because he hated being disturbed in his meetings, but good because I got a chance to move our luggage from the penthouse all the way downstairs using the front exit, hiding and sneaking around wasn’t necessary anymore. We were public, and I had one less thing to worry about.
Nina and Mara left shortly after because their duties called. Isaiah woke up missing his mom, so Mara had to leave, and Nina had a meeting with an old friend.
I was too excited for the trip tomorrow and hoped Dillon would be happy. He deserved the break, and I’d make sure we had fun. Sorrento Coast, here we come.
Being the terrible cook I was, I warmed up leftovers from the fridge and plated them for our dinner. Night fell rather quickly, and Dillon was still stuck in that board meeting. I peeped in there every five minutes, and he knew I was getting antsy.
I covered the food with plastic wrap and walked into his meeting. He muted the microphone, but I could still hear the other men on the line sharing their concerns in a very vulgar manner. His kind of work wasn’t for the faint of heart at all.
“Dinner’s ready, but I’ll just eat by myself since you’re not done.” I was sad, and he knew it. He’s been sitting at this spot since we got home, and it’s now nine, heading to 10 pm. We never even eat this late.
“I’ll be with you soon,” he called out after me, “I love you.”
I sighed, hating the idea of him working so late. “I love you too.”
CHAPTER 36
Azzaria
It wasn’t that bad being in a public relationship, but the pictures were annoying. Dillon and I left the penthouse, and about a million camera shutters went off. I just smiled and moved along with the day.
The headlines for the media outlets still remained the same, even adding more pictures and snippets from Dillon’s interview. I know he’s quite important, but I never expected so many people to be fascinated by his romantic life.
“I’ve never seen people get so excited to take my picture,” I whispered to him while we sat in the back seat of the car.
“You’re a beautiful woman,” Dillon said, “I can understand the fascination. I experience it at least once a day.”
I purred and leaned into his arms. “Just once? I thought you think of me more,” I teased and let out a long, exaggerated sigh.
“I do,” he said dryly and went back to his tablet. That’s weird.
“Anyway,” I said, changing the topic, “I have to go to school today, not for classes, but I have to pick up my leaving package. I don’t know what’s in it, but I have to do it. They said to get there by 8:30,” I groaned. I didn’t want to wake up early today, but my college doesn’t seem to care about that. “We’re going out at 3 today, for a drive to the south.” There was no drive to the south, but dictating to him was the only way I’d get him in the car with me.
He didn’t look up from the tablet, and I felt ignored. All I got was silence for five whole minutes. “Dillon,” I shouted and slapped him on the thigh, “You’re not listening to me.” I pouted and pulled away from his side. Work, work, work, work… that’s all he does recently.
“I did hear what you said. You have school at 8:30 to get documents, and we’re going out of town to the south at 3. I don’t know what you wanted me to say to all of that.”
“Oh, sorry,” I snarled and moved to the other side of the car.
He released a big sigh and shut off the iPad. “Precious,” he whispered and moved over to me, “I’m sorry. I’m just trying to get documents done.”
