Chapter 7

Edith

No sooner Sandro comes back with a fresh plate of dinner he looks at me and smirks. He might have thought I did not notice his snickers but I'm not a fool. I can very well understand the expressions on people's faces.

He was arresting his titters looking to the side, faces me back with his customary poker face and starts feeding me the dinner like I was some tiny tot of three. Why does he keep feeding me? I chuckle in my insides. He might have thought I would stubbornly spill the contents of this plate too. At least the mighty unreachable Allesandro Martin is afraid of me. A proud feeling occupies my entity and I wanted to do a ballet in happiness for defeating Sandro. Edith - 1 and Mr Arrogant - 0.

I opened my lips and ate quickly what he was feeding because I was very hungry and had no energy to argue with him. Mr Arrogant had to pull on his dominance at the apt time. As a result I did not have the chance to dine at the colossal Ramolas though I was inwardly dying to eat there. There falls again his mysterious simper. I do not know why he keeps smiling at me. Do I look like a joker?

"Why do you keep laughing at me? Do I look like a clown? I ask him to get irritated. "He displays a clueless look. Mr Smart Pants acting virtuous looks more irritating. "I saw you were hiding your smile." I tell him, hinting at my annoyance. "No, I wasn't smiling, why would I laugh at you?" He asks me to present an innocent look and I arrest a curse that was about to be launched on him.

The next morning I get up rubbing my arms soon after I feel the coldness of getting out from under the blanket. I noticed something sticky on my upper arm. Looking down I see a white cream applied in the area that turned red where Allesandro hurt me yesterday.

So the monster has a heart. He feels sorry for it but it rarely comes to an exhibit.

I was in no mood to go to the college because of the asshole Benjamin who keeps disturbing me every now and then on the pretext of wanting my notes, joining me at the cafeteria or sometimes simply sitting with me during the recess. I felt irritated by him, told him I already have a boyfriend and cautioned him that my father is a mafia leader but the idiot is rather barmy. He turns a deaf ear to all my statements. If I tell Sandro about this issue he would make a mountain of a mole and punish the witless bovine more than necessary.

My internals are going to start today and so I have no option but to go to college. Rubbing my eyes I walk down the stairs to the kitchen. "Good Morning Princess." Sandro greets me in a panty dropping smile as soon as he sees me. "Had a good sleep?" He asks me to fill Orange juice in two glasses and hands me one. "Charla had fallen sick and wouldn't be able to come today and tomorrow. I'm making pancakes. What syrup would you like to have with them?"

My mouth turns watery with the thought of having pancakes for breakfast. They are my favorite. "I will have them with strawberry syrup." He chuckles. "Still the same?" He pulls my cheek and starts flipping the pancakes. So he remembers my likes but why am I going lovey-dovey for him? He would be knowing those normal things about me because half of the year he stayed with Charles in our house and the other half Charles stayed in his.

I observe the charismatic enchanter standing in front of me in a Sky Blue casual t.shirt and black track pants. His elegance had a charm that would attract any girl to fall to his feet. With a pleasant look on his sharp features and grace of a prince he undertook each step in the kitchen as if he had marked the place reigning in the territory. His humongous and naked hairy feet met strides that held the power with the sparkling charisma of a ruler. Looking at me in a dashing smile and a rugged hoarse tone he asks in a command yet with a mixture of tenderness. "Princess, don't you have college today?"

I bring myself out of the intoxicating trance I was in and taunt myself to answer him meek. "The internals will start today. I can go a little late." He acknowledges me with 'hmm' sound as though it was a business deal to analyze and brings out cutlery from the cupboard to place them on the dining table.

His broad hairy chest goes slightly on a disc with the first two buttons undone. The shirt was doing absolutely no justice to expose the strong muscles hidden under the thick planes of the classy garment.

Amazed at his masculine sexy structure, I drink the juice that he gave me seconds ago.

His large chest reaching down to the lissom waist was a sight for appreciation. I wet my lips absorbed under the lecherous trigger of his macho physique and rebuke myself on why I had to fall for the looks of a ferocious jerk that did not even have the decency to treat a woman with respect in spite of reigning half of the American business world.

I got down the stairs after dressing myself in three-fourths blue jeans, a baby pink lacy top that stopped above my waist and matching Saturn ribbons that tied my blonde hair in two long ponies. My attire was complimented with sneakers in pink. Sandro likes when I dress top to bottom with no part of my skin going exposed. I do not know why? Probably he still sees me like a little girl that I'm surely not.

I know what a man does to a woman to get her pregnant though I haven't had the fortune of experiencing it even after crossing twenty. Thanks to the three domination personified heroes in my life - my brother, dad and Allesandro. I also know maybe not my father, the other two cretins had already a considerable share of women in their life.

I was brought up since childhood listening to the fairy tales that my dad read especially to me as bed-time stories. My brothers did not have any interest in hearing them and they ran away to play video games deserting my folk tales. Charles rather argued with me that Cinderella stories are only a fantasy and there is no actual prince charming that enters a girl's life. There is no man yet born in this world that can be called flawless. Nevertheless today after knowing everything I still believe in fairy tales. I wish to give my first kiss to the man of my dreams who values me in his life, gives importance to my preferences, just like dad does to mom.

"Are you ready to leave the collage?" Allesandro comes closer to me and kisses my head after assessing me head to toe in an appreciated look. The drive to the college was extremely silent with me prodding on the information to tell him about Benjamin and him in scrutinized stares at me.

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We are a group of ten girls who have planned a group study every day in the house of one of the girls before the exams. In this way we would be able to clear each other's queries, also do group discussions on doubtful topics and thereby, prepare well for the examination.

All of us were scattered in my bedroom, some on top of the bed, some of us on the floor and a few taking rounds around the room, the balcony while reading. I hear a knock at the door and immediately a furious Sandro comes to visualize. "Why didn't you...." He looks around and stops abruptly, going alarmed. All the girls were staring at him with their mouths open like fish. I cleared my throat, grabbing my friends' attention who were staring at Sandro like he was a feast that they could eat in a few moments.

Allesandro gets inside my room with only a pair of jeans. This was the first time I saw him shirtless since the day I started living in his house. An unascertained feeling of envy occupied my essence as I looked around the girls glaring daggers at them. The room promptly goes encased in the scent of lemon and hue by his scrapping presence. His virile manly chest was in full description arresting the gaze of every female inside the room. The canyon folds of the thick mane on his brawny sternum were compelling and tempting, drawing down in a happy trail and disappearing inside his pants.

I wish I could see what is inside it. Stop it Edith your thoughts turn into a gutter when the hunk is around. My mind intervenes.

"I am sorry." Allesandro immediately turned back and walked out. Minutes later Charla knocks on my room, inviting all of us for dinner.

Thank heavens I thought. Else I would die a death of prurience with the he-man around me. He better not turn up again in front of my friends and this time contrastively my wishes were granted.