Chapter 28 When I lie

"Damian." Mia breathe looking at me from under her lashes as she opens the white-laced box on the foot and end of the bed. "This is gorgeous." She holds up the emerald-colored designer dress in front of her inspecting every detail, her eyes that match the dress so generously tell me that she loves it. "This must have cost a fortune." She gently hugs it to her body mouthing a silent 'thank you' my way.

"Of course." I admire her expectations for the little things. "There is one more thing." I tread carefully knowing that we had this conversation once before and it didn't go down as easily as I have hoped. I hand her a small package containing a new cellphone and the look in her gaze immediately changes.

"We spoke about this." She warns.

"I know, but before you decline. I spoke to your dad and he agrees that this phone might be a better choice for you."

"Damian." She grits through her teeth. "I need you to stop buying me things, please! I am not your kid or some poor helpless girl in need of being swept up and saved. I don't like you providing for me like this and I don't want it." She slowly places the phone together with the dress onto the bed.

"Amore." I step in front of her as she turn to storm out. "You have to get used to me buying you gifts. All the gifts in the world won't be able to make up for the gift you gave me; without you I was just living, but since I have met you I am alive and no one ever was able to make me feel this good! I owe all of this to you." I place my hand on the side of her face and softly graze the pad of my thumb over her cheekbone. It is the least I could do after putting her through all the trauma I already did.

"Fine." She succumbs to my words. "Thank you." She place both her hands on my shoulders pulling her up onto her toes and give me a quick peck on my lips. "Now tell me where are we going?" She let go of me and diverting her attention back to the dress.

"Tonight is the opening of the Hotel." I inform her.

"The one we..." The one we met at. The one where she almost got us killed by calling the police, where she wanted to be the hero and save Madelaine and the one where she almost buried a bullet in my flesh.

"Yes." I smile at her. "Exactly that one and we need to be there in an hour so you better start getting undressed."

"Undressed?" She turn to face me. "Is that so?" She questions unbuttoning her shorts and letting it fall to the floor revealing a small piece of light baby blue material that covers only the necessary parts. She knows exactly what to do to push my buttons. "This is what you asked for, right?" She slowly swirl around letting my eyes see all of her as she lifts up her arms and peel her shirt over her head before letting it fall to the ground to where her pants already formed a puddle. God, she was so fucking gorgeous. "uh-uh..." She stops me in my tracts when I take a step towards her, pointing her finger upwards to the roof and moving it from side to side. "Tell me Mr. Damian, is this what you had in mind?" She bites her lower lip between her teeth making work of clipping open her bra and setting free two very eager breasts.

"Mia..." I breathe using every ion of willpower to not give in to my desires of fucking her right here on the bed and leaving her panting for more, but we didn't have time. "If you come any closer and I get a mere whif of you I won't be able to control myself and we both are going to be late." I warn her, but she doesn't take me seriously instead she bend her knees slightly pulling her panty all the way down her legs to her ankles before removing it completely, but she doesn't let the small piece of material join the rest of her clothes on the floor, instead she let it hang from her finger as she nears me, leaving only a thin paper thick space between us. Just enough space so we do not touch, but I could feel the warmth of her body radiating over my stomach and chest through the thin material of my shirt.

"Isn't being late a perk of being the Boss?" She breathe over the skin on my neck tucking the piece of cloth into my dressshirt's pocket. "Then we have to be quick." She taunts closing the space between us entirely when she throw her arms over my shoulders and around my neck, locking them behind me. She keep herself in position slightly bouncing from the floor and pulling her up at once so she can wrap her legs around my waist and instinctly my body assist in her mission.

"Fuck it." I walk her towards the mattress throwing her slightly on top of it breaking the connection of our bodies for a brief second as I rip the shirt from my body and quickly make work with my pants releasing a very hungry beast. "You are going to be the end of me." I admire her body from atop for another few seconds before I join her on the bed.

"Darling." Giorgia suddenly sigh making me and Michael's head follow in the direction of the entrance of the dining room where Michael and I enjoy a whiskey ,that doesn't taste like a hobo pissed into a bottle, and Giorgia a glass of wine. We were all waiting on my gorgeous, but late Mia to finish for us to attend the event where I needed to be fifteen minutes ago. Achilles phoned already complaining that everyone was calling him to learn of my know about. "That dress looks amazing on you." She pulls her daughter into hug. She was right, Mia wore the dress like it was made for her specifically, although it actually was. Call it a last act of Angela who arranged it back in Italy already.

"Thank you, mom." Mia smile at her mother with so much love exerting from her eyes. "You look amazing too." Her smile flattens a little and her gaze move towards me.

"I thought that after the past few weeks we all deserve to have a good night off to enjoy some nice food, good music and expensive wine." I explain as I near her and place a kiss on her forehead before taking the gap in front of her parents and while she was in an appreciative mood to give her the last piece of her gifts, that I wanted to give earlier, but after she gave me the whole she wasn't a damsel in distress speech I decided against it. "Before you try to kill me, this is part of the dress." I hand her a small box with a pair of emerald earrings.

"They are gorgeous." A very inquisitive Giorgia leans over her daughters arms to have a look at the box's contents.

"They are." Mia agree taking out the earrings one by one and putting it in her ears. "Thank you." She gives me a smile, but I already knew that this was going to be one of those subjects that we are probably going to discuss later on.

"They are not even real." I whisper into her ear trying to soften the blow to my immediate future holds.

"Nice try, Damian." She softly whisper for only me to hear. "I do not think you have ever bought anything fake in your life." She link her arm through mine and we head for the door.