Why don't you get a taste?
Golden girl Alison Rivers has it all: brains, looks, money, a father who adores her, and any man she wants... Or so she thought.
When she sets her eyes on Lorenzo Visconti, her academy's Italian, irresistible principal, sh...
Forgive me for the late— super late(!) update, life's been hectic and I can't wait to be over with my exams.
Anyway, hope you've missed Ali and Lorenzo!
Oh, please point out any mistakes, because I wrote this chapter when I was supposed to be asleep so it's probably a hot mess.
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"You wouldn't have to get jealous if you were my date." I said with a nonchalant shrug, laying my head back on his chest and tracing delicate patterns on his hot skin with my fingertip. "In fact, everyone would be jealous of you. And me, too. We would be the greatest couple."
Lorenzo sighed deeply, his right hand caressing my scalp and his left one rubbing and squeezing my back. "You know I can't, Alison. However, you could totally avoid bringing that man." He explained seriously, as if he hoped that I would change my mind, but it only took the flashing image of him holding and kissing his wife to make me want to go on with my plan.
"Nah." In fact, that stupid image managed to make me mad. I rolled off of him and got on my feet with a heavy huff, collecting my hair in my hand and tying it with a hair tie I had on my wrist, arching my back as I did so, feeling his eyes on me. "It's better if you leave."
The Italian man sat up, a dumbfounded expression etched onto that beautiful face of his, which I hated at that moment. "Is everything alright?"
I completely ignored him, choosing instead to walk towards my bathroom to take a shower and get rid of his essence, which was clinging to my skin, making me smell just like him.
His footsteps were inaudible, catching me by surprise when his hand came around my forearm, forcing me to turn around and face him. "Are you going to act all theatrical over something we've discussed multiple times? Really?" He asked quite angrily, looking down at me with a chilly stare that birthed goosebumps all over my body.
"How am I being theatrical? This is my house and I'm telling you to leave." I snapped, trying to pull my arm away but failing at that, for he was holding me tight.
He brought his free hand to my back, pressing my naked body against his, and spoke in a lower voice. "I don't think that you lied to your dad just to have one round of sex, didn't you? You were hoping for more, so you sending me away now makes no sense."
I was mad at him, but I knew that it wasn't going to last long, especially considering how my nipples had already hardened right against his chest, making him crack a pleased smirk. "Shouldn't you go back to your wife?" I retorted with an irritated tone, lifting my chin so as to make myself look more confident.
"Leave her out of this. I don't want you bringing her up when we're together." He said seriously, that one raised corner of his lips dropping into a frown. "You should take advantage of this day, sweetheart, for this is the last time I'll ever be naked with you."
