no smut.. I'm so sorry :(
PRESLEY
"Fuck. Fuck. Wait." He stopped me with a hand on my thigh, the ferocious force of his grip pausing me from reaching for his belt buckle.
I glanced up to meet his gaze which was already focused on the vibrating phone on the space beside us.
A low sound of disapproval rumbled through my throat at the feeling of having something taken away from me so quickly and yet so soon.
It was like being given a lollipop or some kind of treat and then before you could enjoy it, someone snatched it away with greedy hands.
I sighed to myself, dropping my hand briefly but he'd reached for my hand and placed it right back on top of his belt buckle. Olive-green eyes melting into mine, his thumb held my chin with a firm grip and he brushed the side of my cheek.
My bottom lip dipped slightly conveying how distraught I was, and he merely let out a warm chuckle. "Si?" His low voice spoke when he answered the call. "Subito? Quanti uomini ci sono laggiù?"
"Right now? How many men are over there?"
I made a move to get up since it was clearly obvious he was planning to be on the phone for a while and there were other things I could be doing than wasting my time trying to understand a language I could barely decipher.
"Sit." He instructed in a commanding voice before I could even move, holding my gaze in a straight 'Do that and I'll fuck you up' expression and I sat my ass right back down.
The person on the other side of the phone must have said something that angered him greatly because his face twisted into a look of horror.
He ran a hand—the hand that'd been resting on my thigh—through his black hair, tugging slightly with a radiating frustration taking rise in his behavior. "Dov'è Fabiano? Perché non se ne occupa?"
"Where's Fabiano? Why isn't he dealing with this?"
A muscle ticked in his jaw, his chest expanding with each forceful, harsh breath he was taking. I didn't like this, seeing him so wound up and tight over whatever was going on.
I placed a palm on his chest, feeling the hard slap of honed muscle on him everywhere and grazing my fingernails down his chest as an attempt to calm him down.
I could tell it was only doing so much because there was still this deep slit between his brows, burrowing a hole. I didn't have to think much about it before lowering my head and resting my forehead against his.
I kissed him softly, running my hand through the soft silk of his hair and the rock-hard body of his against mine making me hot and needy for him.
He sighed blissful into the kiss, sliding a hand down my chin and fingering the deep v-neck of my dress to tug me closer to him.
The voice on the other side of the phone spoke and Silvio broke off the kiss abruptly, his lips lingering for a few seconds against mine."Sarò lì tra dieci minuti." He responded to the voice, hung up and exhaled a deep sigh.
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I knew from his tone and his behavior that something was going on and though I couldn't take away his stress or worry, I didn't mind being right here in this moment for him.
"I'll be there in ten minutes."
"Is everything okay?"
"I have to leave." He said gruffly while his fingers moved rapidly on his phone and I began redoing the buttons on his shirt as fast as I could.
A little hopeful part inside my heart had sunk at the fact that he had to leave but it felt a little insane to be sad that this man was leaving. I barely knew him and though he would soon be my husband, I didn't know him.
How could you miss someone you never really knew?
His gaze shifted from his phone to my face, staring deeply into my eyes for a slow heartbeat, a moment which felt like eternity before the inner war going inside his mind won, against his better judgement. "You're coming with me."
"Silvio." I breathed in a deep breath thinking of all the possibilities of things that could go wrong with just that suggestion. Come with him to wherever the fuck his work was?
It didn't sound reasonable but I knew he wasn't going to budge away from that decision. "Will you let me change at least?"
"You look—" He ran his gaze down my length looking marginally appeased by my outfit but a thought must have popped into his mind because he shook his head adamantly. "Yeah."
I couldn't help the little smile which appeared on my face and I slid off his lap and headed for the bedroom. I quickly changed into a pair of light blue hips-curving jeans and a white v-neck cropped shirt.
I'd tied my hair back into a low bun with ringlets of curls falling against my nape and slipped into some sneakers. I'd walked out with a small smile only to come to a slight stop when I spotted Silvio.
His gaze flickered over me in a slow perusal and then he scowled.
Even though he didn't look pleased, he didn't say anything else. As I headed towards him, he'd already started walking towards me and circled around me like a gazelle hunting a prey.
He placed a palm on my arm, running his fingertips along my bare skin and then shrugged his suit jacket off. I murmured a soft thank you as he tugged my arms through both sleeve and we headed out.
I was beginning to think the man was mad at me. From the short time we'd been driving, he was silent.
He'd always been a man of little words, but today was a little different. There was no small, subtle touches or holding my hand.
He'd worn his gloves as soon as we entered the car, isolated himself inside his thoughts and when I'd meant for us to be professional, I didn't think it meant this.
Or maybe I'd gotten used to his touch and kisses that I couldn't separate fiction from reality. Business deal. Beneficial for the both of us. A contract. A contract that wasn't signed yet but that was all this was.
And it was already in play, he'd started playing the role of the man I'd wanted and I supposed I was supposed to play my role as well. No playing between the lines. The boundaries were very clear and I needed to stay behind it and not cross the damn line.
