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The knowledge that he would kill for me made the pit of my stomach blaze with passion. There was no doubt that I was already falling down the rabbit hole when I realized that my initial reaction to someone willing to kill for me was not fear and terror but lust and tenderness instead.
"It's fine." I smiled. "Besides, if she hadn't abandoned me at an orphanage, I wouldn't have met my adoptive parents."
"Tell me about them." He asked immediately, as if eager to finally get to the good parts of my childhood. I laughed.
"The orphanage wasn't so bad. At least they showed me more care than my mother did in seven years. When I was twelve, my adoptive parents, Walter and Amy Dane, finally adopted me. They could not have children of their own, which prompted them to go to an orphanage. I was lucky they came to the one I was residing at. They cared for me and treated me well. It was as if I was their child. They lavished me with so much love and affection." As I recounted the past, I could feel my lips stretching into a wide, fond smile. Thinking about them always brought a smile to my face but sadly…
"Unfortunately, my adoptive mother died shortly after I graduated from high school," I said, my smile turning sad.
"I'm so sorry." Alexander apologized. He tightened his grasp on my hand in a show of silent comfort.
I shot him an entertained look. This was the second time he apologized for something he wasn't even aware of. What was this silly man apologizing for?
"You need to stop apologizing for something you had no control over." I laughed and stood up, gathering our now empty plates and putting them in the sink.
"Is this okay?" Alexander asked tentatively, coming up behind me. My breath hitched when he carefully wrapped his arms around my waist as if afraid I would get angry. I wanted to snort at his careful action.
I nodded my head.
"What about your father?" He then asked.
"He's still alive," I answered, enjoying the weight of his arms around me.
"You two are not close?"
"No, we are. We talk weekly, but I haven't spoken to him since the pregnancy. I haven't even told him about all of this." I answered, suddenly feeling conflicted.
I had to get in contact with my father and let him know that I was all right. What was I even going to tell him? I couldn't tell him I was pregnant by the heir of a crime syndicate. He would probably have a heart attack. Besides, I hadn't been able to contact him for two months due to the precautions of having our phones tracked. Before we had left Manhattan, I had told him I would be busy for a while and couldn't contact him for a bit. However, with two months of radio silence and not even a single text, he must be worried about me.
"I apologize for the inconvenience." Alexander apologized for the third time.
Though not out of annoyance, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and turned within his embrace to face each other. Due to our height difference, I had to tilt my head to look into his starry, gray eyes.
"It's something I've wanted to ask you about. Tony and Marcello said it isn't safe for me to have a phone in case it is tracked, but you have one. Can I call my dad? Talk to him and tell him a little about what's going on. It's not like I can hide my pregnancy from him forever."
With how well we had been getting along, I hoped he would acquiesce to my request. Still, when his lips lifted in a regretful arc, I knew my recommendation wouldn't be accepted.
“Chiedo scusa, Aryana.”
I slumped in his hold, trying not to pout like a child. Damn, these pregnancy hormones. I didn't need to understand what he said to know he apologized again, but I couldn't find it within myself to call him out on his fourth apology.
"I wish I could, but I can't. It won't be safe." Alexander pressed an apologetic kiss to my forehead.
I sighed. I knew he had a point, but I was concerned about my father and what he would do. What if he drove to my apartment or university to look for me? What would he do upon hearing that I haven't attended any class for two months? What would he think?
"I'm very sorry."
Alexander's fifth apology made me sigh in exasperation.
"Stop apologizing. It's not your fault." I demanded. "Do you like apologizing so much?"
Alexander grinned when I gave him a side eye and dipped his head to press his lips against mine in a quick kiss.
"Only for you,il mio tesoro."
I thought, 'Damn him and his mouth before his lips came back and claimed mine in a fiery exchange.
I was still upset about my request not being granted despite understanding why. Still, Alexander's lips made me forget why I was upset a few seconds ago. His tongue skillfully engaged mine, making me reach up to cling to his shirt. The plates I wanted to wash were quickly forgotten in the face of my newly discovered favorite activity, making out with Alexander.
