Chapter 60

“You’re right. I am not.” I answered, studying him. “I’m sorry. Are you looking for Cara? I’ll go get her-”

He cut me off by abruptly standing and taking his steps until he reached my front. I felt pissed at the blatant disrespect.

“You must be one of her playthings. Is that why she denies me?” He said it so calmly as if he didn’t just insult me. His eyes were scathing and searching for something that he knew he’s better at.

I clenched my fists, controlling my anger. Who the fuck is this guy? In the back of my mind, I have a hunch why he’s here and who he is in her life.

“Excuse me? Who the fuck are you anyway to say that?” I almost growled at him. If I’m not careful, I don’t know what he's going to do. If he’s Cara’s guest then he must be some big shot working with her. And this guy obviously has a thing for my woman.

It was too late to realize that I already let out a cuss. He scowled at me and in the next second, he raised his arm obviously to hit me but stopped midair when Cara’s voice echoed in the living room.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you.” We both turned to her direction. I was even angrier at what she’s wearing. She had still worn her sleeping wear last night, a thin camisole and shorts that reached only just below her butt. She wore a thin short robe over it, her full legs on display.

My feet started to move towards her but stopped when I heard him say, “Buongiorno, amore mio.”

“Do not call her that!” I bellowed, turning to him. My voice was loud in rage. I know enough what those words meant. This fucker is going to fucking know who owns Cara Luna Di Angelo.

I heard Cara sigh behind me. “I told you countless times not to call me that. I don’t want people to think I am in a relationship with you.”

His lips twisted in distaste. “Is this bastard the reason why you are like this?” He then looked at me from head to toe. “I am pretty sure this lowlife is no better than me. Look at him. Surely he got nothing to offer but his dick. And I assure you mine is bigger and better than this puttana.”

I stepped towards him, fuming, ready to dislocate his face. I’ve never thought I could be this violent but this fucker is making me insane. He was only an inch taller than me with a physique similar to Cara’s men. For the first time I was confident with my abilities because I trained day and night with Leandro. For once I want to test it out with this guy.

“Dylan.” Cara’s voice stopped me. I did because I only listen to her. I hear her footsteps coming closer and cease just behind me. “I assure you, Alessandro, he might look like a pretty boy but his cock is more monstrous than yours.”

Both of ours widened– mine in embarrassment while him on the other hand, he was fuming. That comment had put me on a leash. I didn’t expect that she would retort something so vulgar like that - wait. Does that mean she’d seen his…? I looked at her still with wide eyes.

"What the fuck does that mean?!" I growled. I have never scowled like this my entire life or felt this overwhelming rage.

"It means leave, Alessandro. I'm not in the mood to do business."

"Clearly you know I'm not here for business. I've been coming here-"

"I said leave!" She bellowed, cutting him off.

He steps closer to her which instinctively makes me step forward, almost blocking him to protect Cara. "You will regret this." His aura was ominous as he threatened and stared her down coldly.

However, it wasn't enough to scare Cara. Her lips lifted in a smirk that reminded me of the first time I met her. "Careful. My men waited for the day to have a taste of you. I will give you a chance to walk away and never show your despicable face again."

He scoffs. "You'd rather stop doing business with me then."

"Do not make me repeat."

Alessandro puts a most obvious fake and sardonic smile on his face. "It's a shame, Cara. We could have been great together." His hand moved to touch her cheek but I grabbed his wrist to stop him midway. He turned to me with a scowl. His eyes narrowed into slits as he imagined ways to kill me.

He shakes off my hand, glaring at me. "Enjoy your day. This might be your last." He then whirls around and finally walks out of the mansion.

Cara sighs and rubs her temple with her hand as if there's a headache coming. I glared at her, angry and unhappy. I demand a fucking explanation. If something happened between the two of them while I was fucking enduring a broken heart, I swear to god…

"Care to fucking explain? Did you have a relationship with him while I wasn't around? Did you enjoy being with him while you had fucked my heart into pieces? Tell me, Cara! I’m really just a fucking toy to you, am I?!"

She glares at me coldly. Her rage was almost leveling with mine but didn’t last long when I saw how her eyes softened, her demeanor toned down. She reaches for my face, her both hands resting on my cheeks. “I did this to you, huh?”

My anger slowly dissipated as confusion replaced it. She grabbed my hand and led us towards the couch. She urged me to sit down as I blankly followed her. She slid her fingers and crossed it with mine.

“He’s no one, tesoro. I assure you he’s no one. Yes, he’s one of my suitors but I never paid attention to him. He was simply a business partner.”

“One of your suitors?” I asked, unhappy that there were others.

“Does it matter? You’re the one I love.” Her eyes held sincerity and no doubt. I believe her. I do. But is love enough? I have questioned that a thousand times in my mind.

Is it?

“It does. Because I’m no one, Cara. Fuck, how did I even have the guts to come here anyway and push myself that I have a chance for somelike you.” I said as I withdrew my hand from hers and covered my face. I felt drained and defeated. How can I be happy one moment and feel miserable the next?

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She exclaimed. “If you have come here with that wavering confidence, then leave. If you don’t think my feelings for you are enough, don’t ever come back here, pezzo di merda!”

I instinctively grabbed her wrist the moment she stood up to leave. I was even surprised, myself, that I did that but a part of me knew why though. Because I was desperate. I instantly regretted why I acted that way. I love her. She loves me. Nothing stupid should matter. Stupid like how I see myself as a nobody. Cause if she loves me, I must be something to her.

“What?” She asked in a cold tone.

“I… I’m sorry.” I looked down, feeling guilty and small at her cold sharp eyes. “I’m sorry for being stupid and insecure.” I unintentionally squeezed her wrist as if I just loosen it a bit, she will let me go completely. “I know you love me, Cara. I’m just scared that I’m not enough. All I could offer you is these feelings I have for you. Feelings so deep and overwhelming. I might not be that confident but my love for you, sure is.”

“That’s more than enough for me, tesoro.” I looked up, meeting her eyes as I stared at her in awe. “I understand you’re insecure because I’m surrounded by powerful people. I don’t need someone powerful, rich or influential. I already have those. But I have no one like you, tesoro.”

She suddenly crouches down in front of me while sitting on her haunches. “Someone who would make this heart feel weak, soft and unguarded.” She placed my hand on her chest to let me feel her heart. “Because I know you make me feel safe. You make me feel secure.” She chuckles as she remembers something. “Even though we both know I’m stronger than you. I hope you think my love for you is enough, too.”

I closed my eyes, feeling the wave of guilt and regret. I was jealous but that doesn’t mean I have to be a dick. She loves me. That’s all I ever wanted. How can I forget that so easily just because some man is infatuated with her. I should know better. Cara is attractive. She’s the most beautiful and gorgeous woman to ever walk in this world. A lot of people are enthralled by her, may it be men and women. I should start getting used to it because I chose to be by her side. I was desperate for it, too. But that all shouldn’t matter because in the end, she loves only me.

“I’m sorry.” I pressed my forehead against hers.

“And I’m sorry, too. I’ll try to be better for you, tesoro. No more threatening you.”

“Wait.” I said as I withdrew a little. I was blushing while looking at her. “You don’t have to…” I cleared my throat, hesitant to confess. “I… um…”

She was staring at me for a while. Her eyes were steadily studying me. I then feel her hand against my chest, climbing all the way to my neck. She slowly wraps it and finally squeezes it with little force.

My breath hitched, cheeks and ears tinted with red as I felt myself blush.

She then laughs. “You little pervert. I didn’t peg you to be a masochist, tesoro.” I know I’m already red as the color red right now. “So you love being threatened like this.” She leaned herself closer to me, her lips pressed near to my ear. “Do you feel the same while fucking?”

She withdrew a little, our faces only a few inches apart. We stared at each other through our eyes before coming straight to the bedroom and had sex and cuddle for the rest of the day. I literally forgot I was hungry.