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CHAPTER 23 – PIPER
Irelax on the whitesilk sheets and close my eyes. It’s been several hours since I’ve heard from him, but I know my man is okay. Some would think that I’m crazy for trading in my relatively safe and boring life for the one that I now have with Marco.
I want to remind them that you can’t purchase passion, adoration, or heat. It comes with certain blends of people, but when you love the person you have those things with, it’s a beautiful combination you’d do well to hold on to with your life.
I had it once before, and I let it walk out of my life. Never again will I make that mistake. I’m willing to fight for Marco and me until the end. He was designed for me, and I was created for him.
I chose a quiet, stable, boring life because I couldn’t have what my heart wanted. I was a foolish girl for thinking those things.
Marco had the car drop me off at his home while he left to handle some other business. His team of security and staff are in the house, and I know I’m not alone, but I feel alone in his absence.
I won’t be satisfied until he’s lying in this big bed with me, resting in his arms. I never intended to fall in love with a man who belonged to someone else, but my heart made a choice. Not me.
I stare at the ceiling as Nao’sAdore Youplays in the background. I close my eyes, wishing his arms were wrapped around me and his lips were on my body.
He said he had to take care of business, but I hope business didn’t take him back to Italy. After all, my phone calls have gone straight to voicemail. I don’t dare allow the thoughts of worry and fear to come into my consciousness because I can’t afford to put that negative energy into space.
Instead, I let the lyrics of Nao’s song wrap around me, and I drift off to sleep.
***
MY DREAM IS SO PERFECTand sweet. The sweet sensation of Marco’s lips against my eyelids and his fingers cupping my ass. The swell of his dick presses against my thighs and then my pussy. The stretch and pain between my thighs let me know this is more than a sweet dream. It’s a blissful reality.
My eyes open, and I smile at him.
“I thought you’d gone back to Italy,” I whisper in a husky voice.
“Why? My home is here.”
“Your wife.”
He sits up and frowns at me, and I’m instantly sorry that I reminded him that we can’t be together.
“No one told you?”
“Told me what?”
His eyes lower, he scrunches his thick eyebrows, and darkness fills his eyes. I reach up a hand and smooth the frown from his face, softly dragging my finger over his full lips in the most tender caress.
My heart clenches in my chest, wondering what the news is he needs to share with me. It’s bad enough that he’ll never be mine, but I’ve made a bold decision partially based on his reappearance in my life and partially on my truths about my relationship with Kenneth.
“Graziella died.”
My eyes widen, and I sit up in bed. That explains the haunting look in his eyes and the torment on his features.
I pull him into my arms and kiss his head.
“I didn’t know. I’m so sorry for your loss, Marco,” I say as tears drip from my eyes.
I’m not selfish like most women would be in this situation. The first thought isn’t that he can finally be mine now. No, I wonder how hard her death must have been on him and what it sent him through. I think about the pain and grief he’s had to carry around and wonder how long he’s held it and what regrets he’s dealing with.
