Page 19 of Obsessed Alphas: Volume Two

“You don’t have to pay for it. I stay here when I work late and don’t want to travel all the way to my villa. There is more than one bedroom in the suite.” I tried to reassure her without telling her too much. She was already out of sorts, and the more I told her about me, the quicker she might run.

I helped her pack her things into the suitcase and carried it out of the room while placing my hand on the small of her back. I entered and hit the penthouse floor, sliding my private key into the lock to activate the elevator.

“Wow, are you some big shot? Do you usually bring women up here?” She blushed, embarrassed by her questioning.

“Yes, to your first question and no to your second. I don’t bring anyone into my private spaces. Most of the time, Cosimo will stay in the second bedroom.” The doors opened to the hallway for the two rooms on this floor. The other suites were for dignitaries or the like at an exorbitant rate. I didn’t care for anyone bothering me.

“Wow,” she said as I opened the door to the austere room.

“Please come in and make yourself comfortable.”

“This is absolutely gorgeous. You must be rich.” She blushed again. “Forgive me. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No. There’s nothing to forgive. I am quite wealthy. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m just not sure what you’re doing with me.”

“Well, for the evening, I’m giving you a place to sleep, and then we have a date after I finish my work. From there, we will see where we go. Yes?”

“Yes. I suppose I couldn’t ask for more.”

“You could ask for anything, and it will be yours. Speaking of yours. Was there anything important on the laptop that you can’t get back?”

“No, I uploaded everything to an external flash drive. The money was the bigger deal. I’m glad I have my bank card with me, or they’d empty that out, and I’d never get home.” Every time she mentioned leaving, I wanted to protest and demand that she stay, but I realized that she had to want me like I wanted her for it to work. Tomorrow, I’d put my plan to win her into motion.

CHAPTER THREE

ALESSANDRO

Going to bed last night without her in my arms was tougher than I could have imagined. She looked so fragile as I said goodnight that I gave her the gentlest kiss on her lips only burned in my soul. I craved more—one kiss would never be enough.

Quickly, I turned on my heel and went in the complete opposite direction. I had to get away before I did something very stupid.

I spent half the night tossing and turning with my cock staying painfully hard. It wasn’t until I couldn’t get a minute of sleep that I pulled him out of my boxers and stroked the length, envisioning it was her hand, mouth, pussy pulling me to completion. Coming all over my hand and stomach pissed me off. I wanted it all for her, but I needed to sleep. A quick rinse and I hopped into bed, falling fast asleep.

Dressed and ready for the office, grateful that I had fresh suits here, I stepped into the kitchen for some coffee. Isabella came out of the room and let out a tiny gasp.

“Um…sorry. I just came to get something to drink.” I lowered my cup to admire her magnificence in a cute pajama short set that just reached the bottom of her ass cheek.

“Have whatever you want. Please relax here for the day. I’ve taken the liberty of programming my number into your phone should you need me.” I reached out and handed it to her.

“I thought it was dead,” she remarked after taking it.

“I had a charger brought in for it.”

“Thank you so much.”

“My pleasure. I hate to leave you, but I must. If you’re hungry, order room service, but first change your clothes. Cosimo will remain outside the suite should you feel unsafe. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Alessandro.” I turned around and walked out before I reached for her and submitted to the hunger racing through my veins.

Missing her all damn day took over me. I ended meetings short, rushed others to start because I had to see Isabella. Despite my willingness to flirt with the wrong side of the law, all of my businesses were legal which meant the day was always a busy one.

I walked through the door of the hotel suite at five minutes after I promised to be here. “Isabella,” I called out her name. I hoped she wasn’t pissed that I didn’t call or text, but while charging her phone, I completely forgot about mine and went to meetings with vendors without charging it. She came bouncing into the entryway wearing a short pink sundress that kissed the middle of her thighs and hugged all the right places.

“God, you look amazing,” I choked out, fighting the urge to stay in the room and fuck her so everyone knew she was mine.

A blush stole over her cheeks as she bit her bottom lip. Isabella had no idea how incredibly beautiful she was. “Thank you. You look even more handsome than when you left. I don’t know how that’s even possible.”