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Little small moments like these are the Sicilian touches that remind me why Alex chooses these intimate dinners. It makes sense to treat people to experiences that make them feel at home. Little moments like these remind me why I was so drawn to Alexander in the first place. He is very mindful and intentional with his one-on-one relationships, which is ideal for partnerships.
There. I must not think any more of it. When I do, I create feelings for him, or let’s say the feelings swell.
I think I’ve been doing a great job all night, giving Alex space to simmer in the glory of his opening night. I know how important his ego is to him. And, luckily I had Simon around to help with the mindless bantering people must do at these occasions. The introvert in me is far from thrilled to do those things.
Anyhow, I have the honor of sitting at the opposite head of the table. Last minute a chair is added on the left side of me. Whoever has been added will be elbow to elbow with me, small enough to sit at the edge between the side of the table and the head.
¨Good evening, Priscilla Pisano. Please, take a seat next to Ms. Micola Costa. So very pleased you are able to join us so last minute.¨ Alex beams from the opposite end.
A very pretty Italiana I recall seeing earlier takes to the added seat. She gives me a respectable nod as she slides her hair to the opposite side of me, showing me her elegant neck.
¨Hello. I’m Micola. Nice to meet you.”
¨Yes, you’re an artista yourself?¨ She asks with a charming grin.
¨Yes.¨
¨I searched you up and saw your murals. Fantastic work. You own an art studio in Brooklyn?¨
It’s comforting to be able to talk about my art studio and the students whenever I can. I take advantage of this even while pondering why exactly Priscilla is here. Even after I learn she is the granddaughter of Antonio Pisano and she’s a huge investor, I still don’t get why she’s here.
As I bite into my surf and turf, the obvious comes to me. Priscilla is gorgeous, straight from our motherland of Italy, and just Alexander’s type. Ha. I think he’s ready to get on with his life, and I don’t blame him. This role I’m playing has been nothing but a cockblocker to Alex. For all I know, this could be the very girl I heard laughing to music a few weeks back in his room.
I shake my head, having no clue whether or not this woman thinks I’m a fool because she’s been sleeping with Mr. Masters on the side. I roll my eyes at the thought as it begins to bubble up trauma. I take a small forkful of my salad, keeping every bone near my eye from drifting to see Alex. I don’t want him seeing me mentally stressed over the possibility of playing the fool again, even if I’m not really with him. That’s one role I refuse to ever volunteer for. If I could, I’d run away and fucking paint in my room. Moments of discomfort are not my forte, and it takes a lot to stick around.
Another tricky thing about being “home” while you’re entertaining. I have everything right upstairs that can make me feel better, and I have to ignore it and play nice.
¨Well…I am very honored to be here.¨ Priscilla exclaims.
¨You should be. Your grandfather is the Italian elder of Italy.¨ I lay it on, and without even trying, my eye meets Alex’s from across the way.
He’s wiping the corners of his mouth the way he would after snacking on me. The exact same way; thumb and index finger on opposite sides of a slightly open mouth. His eyes purposefully jabbing at me with an unbearable hunger.
Maybe he does prefer me over Priscilla? Maybe he’s envisioning us all together in bed?
A quiver sails through my body as I swiftly place my eyes around the table to fight off all the mixed emotions demanding my attention.
I turn and start talking to Kilo instead, allowing Priscilla a moment to chat with another investor whose been Alex’s left-hand man these past months. Someone deserving to be here other than having a lot of money to reinvest in their grandfather’s art. Like, come on. Alexander has to be fucking her.
¨Are you okay? Your skin looks flushed.¨ Kilo examines me.
I refrain from throwing a bread roll across the table at Alex and saying, ¨You fucking bastard. I will not play a fool ever again!¨ But I can’t because it will ruin my reputation, and I have more to think about than who Alexander is dipping that heavy gorgeous cock of his into.
¨Do I look awful?¨ I grow curious, shifting my legs closer to him than Priscilla.
¨You look like you’re sad or mad or maybe something in between.¨
Now that was an accurate read. I force my face to straighten up.
¨Or you could be reacting to the seafood?¨
¨Seafood and I have a wonderful relationship.¨ I reassure with a smirk.
¨But…who is she?¨ Kilo motions toward Priscilla.
¨An investor and Antonio Pisano’s granddaughter.¨
¨Ah ha! I see. Alex’s never mentioned her, and he tells me a lot.¨ Kilo nods his head, although I’m not sure if he’s correct about that.
