The Contract

Chapter 4

It's 3 AM and I can't sleep. The only image in my mind right now was Davidé kissing me so I could still see it. I groaned and sat up, clearly I would not be sleeping tonight. I hopped off the bed, wore my robe and went down the stairs. When I got to the last stair, I noticed the kitchen light was still on. I walked into the kitchen hoping I wouldn't see Davidé. But ofcourse I'm cursed because that is the first figure I notice. My heart did a flip flop at the sight of him, I flushed furiously as images of the kiss returned to my mind and it didn't help that he was shirtless. He was seated on the stool beside the island and was working on his laptop. He looked so delicious. I just wanted to jump on him and do all sorts of things that would probably be illegal.

"Cara?" Davidé's voice made me snap out of my thoughts. I cleared my throat and answered in a tiny voice. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

"I just came down for a sandwich." I said as I made my way to the fridge. I had no idea what I had said was humorous until I heard a deep laughter from behind me. I turned to look at a laughing Davidé with a puzzled look. What did I say? "What's so funny?" I crossed my arms below my chest. Davidé walked up to me, snaked his arms around my waist and pulled my body against his. "That is the lamest excuse I've ever heard." He whispered making his hot breath tickle my cheek.  "Excuse me?" I said, actually confused. That only made him laugh the more. "You can't sleep because of what happened earlier, no?" My throat ran dry and I froze. He tipped my chin up with his finger and looked into my blue eyes as he said those words. Immediately I shivered. How did he know? Was I that darn obvious?  Italian men and their huge ego. I scowled at him because he was so right. "I'm right, aren't I?" He smirked at me. I face and neck turned the colour of a firetruck.  I was so embarrassed.

As if Davidé didn't know I was embarrassed enough, which he did, he cupped my derriere with his firm and large hand and pulled me even closer against him."Ah, feels even more amazing than it looks." I was redder than a firetruck now. He had been checking out my ass? But its not that magnificent though. What was I doing? I had thought about this a million times. I would never be interested in Davidé but it wasn't my fault he was so irresistible. C'mon, you can't blame me, he's Italian.  "I can't sleep either cara." He stroked my face gently as if scared that I would break. "Do you want to cuddle or whatever you British call it?" I looked up at him and bit my lip. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to do this- cuddle ofcourse but wouldn't that defeat the purpose of me not wanting him or rather me acting as if I didn't want him. He didn't wait for me to answer as he carried me bridal style up the stairs and into his bedroom. What was I doing? I inwardly asked myself again. I had no idea what I was getting myself into but I threw caution in the wind and went along with it.

He carried me all the way upstairs gently securing me in his arms. God, I could die in his arms. When he opened the door of his room, he walked gently with slow stores and placed me on the king sized bed. I moaned from the loss of contact from his skin. I loved the warmth that emanated from him. He looked down at me in amusement. He heard me moan. God. I'm sure my face was as red as a tomato right now. Davidé only chuckled, tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and kissed my cheek, if I had just moved my head a little bit to the right he would have placed his beautiful lips on mine. I tried to do that but it was too late as he had already raised his head up. I licked my lips. I started caressing his arms which were on either side of my body on the bed. What the hell was I doing? I should stop this right now! But I can't. His arms are so soft and veiny. I'm sure there's a lot of things I would love for those hands to do to my body. Stop! I mentally slapped myself.

I don't want this.

Yeah, right! My inner voice snorted.

You're supposed to be on my side you idiot!

Look at him! he's delicious!

Ugh! I tear my hands away from his and turn my face to the other direction. Resisting Davidé is going to be harder than I thought.

Davidé moved over to the other dise of the bed and got in. Great, now he's facing my side. Not wanting any more awkwardness I turn my head to the other side. I think I even made it worse because immediately I did that, Davidé threw his hand over my body and pulled me closer so we were spooning with my back pressed against his front. I could feel every part of his body. Literally. We were so close and guess what?! The lights were out and it was awful quiet so the only thing I could hear was our breathing. This was really comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. Don't ask. I was grateful I could feel the warmth of his body because the temperature of the room was actually really cold. Soon, we were spooning with my back pressed against his front. I curled into him as our legs were tangled together. None of us spoke a word. It wasn't that awkward anymore actually. In fact, it felt nice. I could get used to this.

Soon enough, Davidé was out like a light. I could tell because I could feel the rise and fall of his chest against my back and his arm was draped loosely around my body. I wanted to ogle him but it was dark. Dammit! And if I attempt to get up, he's gonna wake up. I had only one option. Sleep.

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When I woke up the next morning,  Davidé was not in bed. Great. Now I feel like I just had a one night stand. I check the time to see its 12PM. My eyes grow huge at the time, I really slept for that long? Perhaps I got too comfortable. I quickly tear myself away from the bed, go into my room and jump into the shower but not before hearing my father's voice downstairs. I quickly take a shower, put on clothes. Obviously. And trudge down the stairs. What could they possibly be discussing?

"Hello father." I greeted my father who was seated on the blue sofa in front of a giant window. I made no attempt to move closer to hug him. He nodded. Wow, is hello so hard to say? I rolled my eyes at him and shifted my gaze to Davidé. "You are quite the sleeper, cara." Davidé smirked as he moved over to where I was standing. "Why didn't you wake me?" I glared at him. "You looked tired so I let you sleep." I nodded and disappeared into the kitchen to get my already made  breakfast. I couldn't put a name on the food as it was Italian but I was sure I had seen it on a cooking channel. I can cook in case you're wondering but I'm far too tired to and Maria is a great cook. The food was really good, I think I almost ate my plate.

I went back to the parlor and took a seat on the farthest sofa from the one my dad occupied. There was an awkward silence. I must be interrupting something. "Oh, am I intruding? I could leave if you're talking about something private." I said, standing up to make myself scarce.

"Eleanor, there's been a change of plan." As soon as those words left my father's mouth, I got dizzy and fell back on the sofa. Davidé abruptly came to my side to steady me. What more does he want? Isn't marrying Davidé big of a favour to him? God, why don't I have an older sister.

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