Forced marriage novel Chapter 9

"I don't go looking for trouble, trouble usually finds me"

-J.K. Rowling-

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Destiny's P.O.V

I hear a sound from behind me, and I see a familiar figure on the door, with all his might, still as formal as ever when it comes to his outfit.

Even when it's slightly dark outside, he still looks stunning and stands out with his straight posture.

"Stefano, you're home." I say as i approach him. A week and a half of not seeing your husband is something, and i never thought I would get this lonely without him.

Wait, did I just say lonely?

Wake up Destiny, you are out of your mind, you don't know what you are talking about.

Am i turning into a typical housewife ? This is strange.

"Do you miss me?" He asks with a smirk on his face. I feel myself slightly blushing on that question.

"Of course I do." I say half pouting. I am not the type of girl that would get all clingy on her boyfriend, or in my case, my husband, but I do really miss him.

"Come, cara mia." He holds out his arms for me to hug. For some reason, he is being especially nice today compared to his usual busy and professional manner that makes him look so serious.

This is the first time he ever calls me cara mia, Italian words which means my love.

Sure, I was never interested in learning another language other than English and French but since I got married to an Italian man, and Wendy forced it to me, i had to somehow learn.

I lean toward him and embrace him. It feels nice hugging someone you love.

Love?

Yes, that's right, I love him, I don't deny it anymore.

Even though it all began with my dad stupid habit that caused me to be the bid of half a million euro, thanks to that, I was able to meet him and Alan.

But I wonder, will this last forever?

But I know one thing for sure, I just want to enjoy the time I currently have.

He slowly pulls my chin making my eyes meet his. Those dark brown eyes stare deep inside me. I am loss for words, all i can do, is slightly pulling my feet up so that my height can reach his and he also slowly lean down and we break into a kiss. A warm one, it continues after i decide to pull away since my feet hurts.

"Where is Alan?" He asks me as one of the maid takes some of his luggage and moves his belonging to his room. His eyes still at mine, but I guess he misses Alan as well.

"He is in his room, sleeping." Alan loves being read to recently, we have finished two story books and we are in the middle of our third one, he prefers action and science fiction stories but he's fine with me reading Narnia for him.

"His birthday is in two days." He says as he takes off his tie.

Two days? Alan's birthday? Gosh, how come I did not know that? I need to prepare something for him.