/Eliana's POV/
Edoardo has been driving for hours even though my house only takes fifteen minutes to drive from the police station. He is taking me out on a date that I missed this morning, thanks to someone. I slept halfway through the drive. I must have slept for too long that Edoardo had to shake me.
"Amorina, we're here," he said, softly caressing my hair.
"I'd prefer to go home though."
"This is your reward for being brave today."
"Stop doing these ridiculous things, Edoardo. I'm not your little trainee anymore," he took my hands and kissed them gently.
"You will always be that little trainee for me," he said as his eyes sparkled. "Now let's go. You need to have some rest after this," he got out of the car and opened the door of my seat. He gave me his hands, which I gladly took. He led me to one of his fancy restaurants, earning a glare from me. "Are you okay?" he questioned, confused about my reaction.
"Are you serious? Look at me," he checked me out, licking his lip. "Shut your dirty thoughts down."
"What dirty thoughts?"
"I swear, I'm gonna slap that smirk out of your handsome face."
"I can't help it, Amorina. You're too hot to handle," His eyes went to my exposed legs.
"Edoardo, my eyes are up here."
"I like where I'm looking."
"I'm not going inside wearing this," I pointed at my black oversized hoodie.
"You look great," he tried to pull me. But I stood still.
"I said, I'm not going," he sighed.
"Fine, there is a stylist and a dress inside. Shall we go now?"
"Of course," I smiled, making him giggle.
As we went inside, the guards and the beautiful lights added elegance to the beautiful building. The restaurant was on the 100th floor of the building, so we took his private elevator. Yes, he has a private elevator. He hates taking the elevator with others. Well, except for me. As soon as the door was closed, he pinned me against the mirror inside, making me gasp at his sudden action.
"You're so hot," he said, leaning closer to my lips.
"I know," I smirked. His lips were so close that I could feel his shaky breath against mine. He was about to kiss me, but I put my index finger on his lips, halting his attempt. "My lips are not for free,"
"What is the price then?"
"What can you offer?"
"Everything."
"Be careful of what you offer, love."
"I'll give anything for those lips."
"I'd like that."
"Can I have them then?"
"After I get satisfied with the reward," I pushed him slightly. He laughed seductively before responding.
"I'll do my best then," he leaned back to the door, putting his hands in his pocket. God, he looks so hot. Just then, the elevator stopped, meaning we had reached our destination. "After you, my lady," he said as he guided me outside with his hand.
"I see that you are a gentleman."
"Except in bed."
"That's a bonus," I winked at him and went out. "Where should I change?"
"In front of me."
"I want to strip in front of you, not change."
"I'd like that," he said, with a smug on his face.
"Edoardo, let's be serious now," I crossed my arms.
"Here," he gave me a key. "Room 2899,"
"I know," I said, walking to the room he was talking about. He wasn't joking when he said that there was a stylist.
"Welcome, Miss. Cassidy. Shall we begin?" I nodded and sat in front of the mirror. She started doing her job, and after an hour, my hair and make-up were done. "You look phenomenal," she complimented.
"Thanks," With that, she left, and I changed into the dress Edoardo had prepared for me. He has good fashion taste. It was a long black dress that had a thin strap on its shoulder and was trimmed up to my upper thigh.
After thirty minutes, I went to the restaurant and found Edorado scrolling through his phone. He looks so damn fine, minding his own business. The restaurant was filled with purple light, giving it a romantic aura. The lights of the other buildings added more glamour that anyone could notice from anywhere in Sicily. The scented candles that were lit all over our table made him look like an angel fallen from heaven. It was empty, so the sound of my heels echoed all over the room, which caught someone's attention. His eyes looked me up and down like he saw something interesting. He put his phone down and pulled a chair for me.
"You look amazing," he pecked my head after I sat down.
"The choice was yours," my eyes followed him as he sat on his chair.
"You made it beautiful because you are beautiful."
"And hungry," I added, making him laugh. He clicked his glass with a knife to call the waitress. She came right away to take our orders.
"What would you like to have?" she asked politely.
"Spaghetti and a side salad," I smiled.
"What about you, sir?"
"Same."
"What about drinks?"
"Your most expensive wine," I looked at Edoardo, tilting my head.
"Make it two," he said, without breaking eye contact with me.
"Right away," she left after writing our orders in a little notebook. After that, there was silence between us.
"I was scared, you know," he spoke, playing with the tissue on the table, "I thought you couldn't handle it."
"I told you. I'm not that little trainee anymore. I have grown up."
"I can see that. I just don't want you to be in that situation again," he said as he held my hand.
"I know," I kissed his hand. "You know I chose this life. So I can handle anything. Besides, you're with me. I'm not afraid,"
"When are you going to leave that detective alone?" he looked away, trying to hide his anger.
"It's a war, love. It's not gonna end until either one of us died or surrenders. And unfortunately, both of them are not on our list,"
"Just take care," At the same time, the waitress came with our orders. She set the table and placed our food in front of us. She poured the wine into our glasses and left after beaming us with a warm smile.
"Are you going to get me drunk?" I asked, glimpsing at the two bottles of wine.
"Only with love," he took the fork. "Bon appetite," he smiled, waiting for me to take a bite.
"Same to you," I fixed a tissue on my lap before digging into my food.
"Is it good?"
"You won't eat if it's not?"
"Can you be serious?"
"It's good," I said before bringing my attention back to my meal. He sighed and started eating.
After finishing eating, we started drinking our wine. Classical music was playing in the background, making me relax from the stress I faced today. I wanted to stay longer, but my eyes were about to close.
"Don't you think we should go now?"
"Sure," he came to my chair, giving me his hand. I took it and stood up.
"I'm so tired," I complained. He surprised me by carrying me in his arms like a bride. I pecked his lips, and we went out of the restaurant. When we reached outside, the butler stopped the car in front of him. He lastly put me in the passenger seat and went to his side to start the engine.
"Was it good?" he asked, caressing my cheek.
"It was the best," I slurred.
"I love you,"
"I love you too," I said before closing my eyes to sleep. After a long ride, we arrived at my mansion, and I woke up in Edoardo's arms. "Are we home?" I rubbed my eyes.
"Yes, and can you stop rubbing your eyes like that? It hurts to see them suffer," he complained.
"Okay, you don't have to exaggerate," I responded. When we finally arrived at my room, he put me on the bed gently and removed my heels.
"Do you want to take a shower?"
"Only if you help," I said tiredly.
"Your wish is my command," he smiled, kissing my feet. He then stood up and removed my dress, leaving me with a strapless bra and panties. But I wasn't feeling embarrassed or anything like that. I was comfortable. "Do I have permission to remove the rest?" he asked politely.
"Yes," I assured him, and he also removed the rest, so now I was completely naked in front of him. He kissed my forehead and went to the closet to take a bathrobe. After that, he helped me wear it and carried me to the bathroom. He made me sit on a chair in front of the mirror and started filling the tub. Later, he removed his coat and rolled up his sleeves, showing me his tattoo-covered veiny hands. He gave me a smile through the mirror before taking out a miscellaneous water. He poured some on a wiping tissue and started removing my makeup. He looked so dedicated to his work like his whole life depends on it. When he finally was done and made sure that there was not a tiny bit of makeup on my face, he threw the tissue inside the trash can and kissed my forehead.
"Beautiful," he said as he gave me his hands to help me stand. I took it gladly, and he removed the bathrobe, carrying me to the tub. After he made sure that I was comfortable enough, he started washing me. I was just staring at him doing every single thing with a passion. He looks so hot doing that. I swear, either God loves me so much, or he is trying to make up for the things that happened to me. I wasn't complaining, though. Having a fine-ass man by my side is something to brag about. "Do you want me to wash you anywhere?" he asked, bringing me back to reality. I shook my head. He then helped me stand up and rinsed the soap from my body. This whole time, he wasn't trying to do anything inappropriate. He respects me so much. If he doesn't hear a yes from my mouth, he will not do anything even if I was completely naked and tried my best to seduce him. I'm so lucky to have him. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be alive. After he finished washing me, he covered me with a bathrobe and took me to the mattress, and brought my cream. He carefully put some onto my body and helped me wear my night suit.
"Good night, Amorina," he kissed my forehead and was about to leave. But I held his hand.
"You haven't received your reward yet," I said as I pulled him closer by his collar. I then smashed my lips on his tasting every inch of his mouth. I could taste the wine from earlier, and this time, it tasted amazing since it was mixed with his saliva. I broke the kiss after a moment and licked my lips.
"That was hot," he said, trying to catch his breath. I giggled at him.
"I want cuddles," I gave him my puppy eyes as I pouted.
"Let me change," he said before changing into his pajamas in front of me. I scooted over when I saw that he was changed, and he pulled me into his arms. I wrapped my hands around his waist, and he kissed my head. "Good night, Amorina,"
"Good night, Caro," I finally closed my eyes, drifting to my dreamland