Chapter 58

I woke up not feeling the usual warmth beside me. Stefano, for the first time, wasn’t here beside me on his bed. I got up in search of one of his white shirts. I have become comfortable wearing his clothes. I was never used to wearing loose clothes but his was by far the most comfortable clothes I’ve ever worn. I went downstairs and came looking for him. He wasn’t in the kitchen where he usually cook breakfast for me. I went to the gym, the place where I haven’t still visited ever since I have been staying here. God, Nancy’s probably worried about where I have been all this time. I wonder how the couple will react when they know I’m dating the annoying pest that was bothering them before. I don’t know how they made him stop pestering them but I’m glad Stefano left the elder couple alone peacefully. I finally found him. He was indeed in his gym beating the hell out of the punching bag. His torso was bare and he’s only wearing basketball shorts. The sound of him hitting the punching bag echoed the four corners of the room. "When did you get those tattoos?" I asked breaking his momentum. I leaned against the doorway watching him for awhile. He didn’t notice me until I spoke. I’ve been meaning to ask about his tattoos but he always managed to distract me with other things. He stopped beating the poor bag and turned to me. "You finally woke up." "It’s Saturday. I want to sleep a little more and skipped on my morning run." I sauntered towards him as he eyed me with those appreciative looks. Even naive people would know this man loved me in his clothes. He nodded. I stared again at his tattoos. I never pegged Stefano Ranallo, a very strict and a hot blooded male to have tattoos. It was quite contrary to his image. The man always wear his suit and tie. The only time I’ve seen him in casual clothes was when he visited me to the hospital. When I think about it, he happens to leave his work when it involves me. I shouldn’t really get ahead of myself. "I got this in my senior year of high school." My eyebrow raise inquisitively. Okay, he was once a bad boy? "Ashton and I had a bet. We played beer pong and I lost." "That’s some price to pay for a beer pong." "It was a simple tribal design at first but I found it fascinating so I added another... And another until it ended up like this." I smirked. He really looked good... dangerous. It’s like his tattoos go with his power and fear. "What about boxing? When did you start? Is that why you’re always so composed? You vent your anger in that poor punching bag?" I said jokingly. We all know the truth. This guy still has his tantrums especially when he couldn’t get what he wants. "Too many questions, White." He took a step towards me until we’re only a feet apart. "I want to know more of you, Ranallo. Isn’t that obvious?" I looked at him through my lashes as my index fingers trace the intricate designs on his chest. It was glistening with sweat. It was one of those times that I consciously flirted with him. "Spar with me and I’ll tell you." He grabbed my hand from his chest and pulled me towards him. His lips was hovering above mine. "I haven’t trained for months. You’ll probably kick my ***." "Your *** will be above my cock, White." I rolled my eyes and glared at him. "For a man who’s so prominent and stern, you actually have a filthy mouth. I sure hope I’m not the cause of this." "I’m never like this. I used to deny my feelings for you. Now that I have my way, I’m never holding back." He turn around to pick up his towel. "Now, go change and spar with me. After that, I’m going to **** you real hard." I  clenched my fist as I blushed scarlet red. God, what is wrong with this man. How come it’s so easy for him to talk like this while I’m fucking red right now. And he always have this straight face. I can’t honestly figure out what he’s feeling or what he’s thinking. No longer than ten minutes, I was already in my gym clothes. Of course he would stare at my breasts. He’s never really discreet about it. I mean blame my top for almost spilling my tits. It’s not my fault why they have to be so damn big. "I’m sure you could keep up. You beat the shit out of my bodyguard if you remember." His eyes still on my twins. "If your eyes is going to be right at my breasts, I could land a good hit right here-" I throw a good punch on his left cheek. And so our sparring started. I didn’t know how we ended up in this position but I’m pretty sure he cheated and tackled me down. We were probably going at it for ten to fifteen minutes nonstop. The only punch I ever landed on him was his left cheek when he was too distracted with my breasts. He, on the other hand, didn’t land a single hit on me. He was probably frustrated and took it on me by tackling me down. Fucking cheat. "You’re really good, aren’t you?" He said through pants. His hands locked my wrists beside my head. "Top student, remember?" I answered while catching my breath. My chest heaved up and down and again he’s distracted. "If you weren’t so fucking sexy right now." He licked his lips as he kept staring. "If you weren’t such a pervert. Seriously, Ranallo get off of me. I’m trying to catch my breath here." As stubborn as he is, he instead lowered down and pressed his body against mine. He settled his self in between my legs while spreading it to accommodate his self. "My dad wanted me to know how to defend myself. I was his only heir. My cousins in Italy were also required to learn how to fight and defend themselves so I was not an exception. I learned kickboxing when I just started high school." "You really are a rich motherfucker, aren’t you?" "Si, amore mio." I chuckled. Sometimes him being Italian doesn’t fit him. He’s more of an asshole American that’s for sure. "I heard Italians do it better. Care to show me?" I smirked as I teased him. "I’m only half but that makes it twice better." "You’re such an arrogant ***." I hid my smile as I taunt him. "I’ll show you everything, White." He said breathlessly. His eyes were filled with desire and lust. He then dipped his lips to mine. He kissed me slowly while licking my lips. He let go of my wrists. His hands glided down towards my waist and thighs. My legs now wrapped around his waist. My hands circled his neck as it brushed his wavy brown hair. "I want a son, Avery." He said in a whisper. His lips caressed my neck. I was drunk from his kisses, I couldn’t quite comprehend what he said. "What?" I asked through breaths. "I want a child with you. A son." He pulled away from me and looked at me seriously. When he talks crudely, I know he’s only teasing me. I can see how he enjoys seeing me squirm, seeing my face filled with blush. But I know this time, he’s serious. I can see it in his beautiful grey eyes. My heart bursted. I was so overwhelmed that Stefano want us to be more than what we have now. He really loves me. I am so happy that my heart hurts. I want to give him everything he wants. But I can’t right now. I want to do this the right way this time. Right pace. With courage, I responded. "Stefano... I still want to finish college. I hope you understand." Though it quite hurt that I couldn’t give him what he wants right now. I could see my reflection in his eyes, my feelings were written all over my face. Stefano nodded. "I understand. I can wait. As long as you’re mine, Avery. I’m willing to wait for anything." My heart soared with damn colorful butterflies. This guy just makes me feel all sorts of emotion said in a damn book. He makes me mad. He makes me feel secure. He makes me embarrassed. He makes my stomach flutter so crazy. He makes me crazy. I know I had made a huge mistake when I stupidly left him. I was wrong to feel insecure and weigh out our status when he’s only been showing me his true feelings. I want to make this right this time. I want to give him what he wants. That’s a promise. "I’m yours, Stefano. I promise you that."