•Davina Alexander•
I've been learning for four days now. Diavolo hasn't missed a lunch with me, which makes me happy; he asks me all about my classes when we sit at the table, and yesterday he asked for my permission to call me 'bunny' and I immediately said yes. Another topic we have touched is his Italian accent, and he promised to tell me later about his family history.
It's 4 pm, which means I'm free for the day but as homework, I have to write 'I'm learning how to read and write' 150 times which I'm looking forward to because Mr. Zedric let's me whatever writing tools I wish to – I like making my homework colorful, it helps me remember things better. Mr. Zedric is really nice and hasn't tried to touch me and I'm certain he never will, which I find marvelous, I learned that word yesterday and now I can't stop saying it.
"Bye, Mr. Zedric! Have a marvelous day!" I waved, walking out of the room with my purple notebook and green pen.
"Bye Davina," he smiled.
I made my way up to my room to take a shower because I didn't have time this morning – I decided to ignore my alarm and wake up at 8:30, so I've been wearing my PJs all day long, which doesn't bother me but I feel filthy.
I cannot wait for Diavolo to come home; I have much to tell him about today's lessons. Two days ago Elena talked to me about Diavolo's job, she said he is the head of an organization and company with a lot of people behind him, but also a lot of enemies against him. Elena never said it with all its letters, but it confirms my suspicions of Diavolo being the head of a crime family.
When I got out of the shower I changed into grey sweatpants, white shirt and fuzzy socks. I love socks and Elena told me to always wear them if I didn't want to wear shoes. As I walked downstairs, running my fingers through my hair I heard Alexandria scolding someone "Bad daddy!" She said sternly.
Then I remembered Elena's husband is coming home today "I'm a bad daddy?" The tall man asked, picking Alexandria up.
"Yes," she growled, biting his cheek. Oh yeah, she's a biter.
"Ouch!" The man hissed.
"Alexandria Della Corte, let go of your father's cheek and go play with aunt Davina!" Elena ordered.
"Hi," I greeted with a soft smile.
Elena's husband put his daughter down and she instantly hugged my leg "Auntie Davina!"
I smiled, ruffling her hair "Hi Aldria"
"I'm glad you're here so you can meet Francesco," Elena said, looking at me with a big smile "my husband, husband this is Davina"
Francesco offered me his hand to shake, and I appreciated him respecting my space "I've heard a lot about her from Iavo," that's how they call Diavolo.
"I've heard a lot about you from Elena," I smiled "she couldn't wait for you to be back."
"Really?" The man looked at his wife as if she was a living goddess "you missed me?"
"Very much," She said before pecking his lips "so so much."
This is the kind of love I've seen in movies but never in real life "Come on little princess, let's give mom and dad some privacy," I took Alexandria up to me room and together we watched TV and ate pizza with Coca-Cola as our drink. The little girl fell asleep around 9 pm and just as I was about to take her to her bedroom, my phone buzzed.
I know how to read and write everyone's name in the house since I've been studying them nonstop so I knew it was from Elena. I pressed the grey bubble and Siri read it for me.
"Can she stay with you tonight?"
I smiled and pressed the microphone on the keyboard to dictate my answer "Of course," then I pressed the blue circle with an arrow. Even if I had taken Alexandria to her bedroom, she would've gone to her parents' bedroom in the middle of the night as she always does, but I imagine Elena wants some privacy with her husband.
She sent a kissy emoji – the cutest one. I left my phone on the nightstand and continued watching Tangled as I stroke Alexandria's hair. I don't know how many movies after it was, but I heard Diavolo's door opening so I made sure Aldria was surrounded by pillows before I left my room to go knock his door.
"Come in," he said from inside. I turned the doorknob and caught the last glance of his bare chest as he slid on his white shirt "Hi bunny, what are you doing up this late?"
I walked to him and just hugged him "Thank you," I whispered against his chest.
"For what, bunny?" He asked, gently lacing his arms around me.
"Everything you're doing for me." My gaze raised to look at him and found him already looking at me "No one had ever been this good to me."
Diavolo showed me a gentle smile, making me blush "I have a surprise for you and I was going to wait until tomorrow because I thought you were asleep, but since you aren't, why don't you go grab that folder?" He pointed at his coffee table.
I nodded, pulling away and rushing for the item he asked me to get "Can I?" I pointed at the place beside him.
"Of course," he nodded "open it, please."
I took a deep breath before opening the folder; it was a small stack of papers with lots of words and signatures on them; a frown appeared upon my face when I wasn't able to read it "What do they say?"
"That you're no longer married to Jack – you're free, bunny," he ran his fingers through my hair as he smiled at me.
Tears sprung my eyes as I processed his words. I never thought I could be so happy to shred a tear but now many of them are rolling down my cheeks – I've never been this grateful "Thank you," I whispered hugging him tightly.
His lips pecked my head "It's my pleasure, bunny."
I looked up at him and kissed his cheek "I will never be able to thank you enough for all that you're doing for me; you have shown me kindness I didn't know existed."
"I promised to take care of you and I mean to keep my word. Now, look under those papers," he pointed at the folder.
An excited sigh escaped my lips "Okay," when I looked under the papers I saw what it seemed like a thin black book with golden letters "What is this?" I opened it and saw my photo and a lot of letters on the right of it.
"Your passport, bunny, you can travel now," Diavolo told. "We can go to the Mamma Mia island, use the family yacht in the Mediterranean or go to the Italian Alps, which is where I used to spend all my Christmases – the possibilities are endless."
"And I only need this little book?" I asked, half confused and half excited.
"And a plane, which I will provide, along with everything else," Diavolo winked.
My eyes moved back to the passport "I never thought any of this would be possible for me, and day by day you open the world more and more for me, Diavolo. Thank you so much, for everything; you have no idea how the small and big things you have done mean to me."
"I do, and that's why I do it, Davina," his knuckles gently caressed my cheek. For a moment we looked into each other's eyes and I felt an imaginary pull, pushing me towards him; I've never desired to kiss anyone, not until now.
Diavolo cleared his throat as he got up "It's late, Davina, and I shouldn't be holding you here."
"You aren't," I assured, getting up. "But I understand if you're tired, good night."
He reached for my hand as I walked past him "Good night, Davina," then he let his fingers slip through mine.
When I went back to my room, I turned off the TV and tried to fall asleep, however it was impossible; the only thought in my mind were those seconds in which I considered taking the chance to kiss him, because it seemed as if he wanted it as well. I normally hate when men touch me but his touch, as innocent as it has been, is something long for day and night.