CHAPTER 29: THE SWEETEST DESSERT

HAVEN'S POV

"That will look good on your office desk."

Allessio and I arrived too early for dinner, so he asked me if I wanted to walk around and look at some stores in the meantime. We were strolling around the street with a really beautiful old-world charm when the store we're in right now caught my eye because they sell organizers in particular.

"My office really bothers you that much?" Allessio asked, fighting a smile.

I just rolled my eyes before I turned back to the desk organizer set that I saw. It was in the shade of darkest brown that it almost looked black.

I looked at Allessio when his cellphone rang. He glanced at the caller ID for a quick moment, then he fished his wallet out of his back pocket. He pulled out his card and handed it to me.

"Buy everything you want." He snatched the card back before it touched my palm. "Everything. You hear me, gattina? Not just things for me or the house."

I pursed my lips because that was exactly what I was planning to do. He had already bought so much for me.

He continued to look at me and I sighed. When I nodded in response to his question, that's the only time he handed it to me. He kissed me on the forehead before he walked away, already holding his phone to his ear with Fierro right behind him.

I glanced at Lorenzo, who automatically appeared at my side. When my eyes narrowed into slits, he just grinned and gestured for Adriano to follow who was already carrying a huge shopping bag that the store probably provided.

I feel like I have ladies-in-waiting following me, except that the ones I have are far scarier and more lethal. It even looks comical that they're here helping me shop when they look like they'd be better suited for a gun shop to buy arms and explosives.

I'm not sure how long we've been wandering around, but it wasn't long before Adriano had already made several trips to the cashier to drop off the items I had picked.

Just as I decided I was done shopping, Allessio returned. "Ready for dinner?"

"Yes, but I haven't paid yet."

"We got it, Mrs. Cascella—" Lorenzo cut off his own words when he realized what he called me while Adriano was holding back a smile beside him. They probably heard it from Fierro, and it stuck on them before they knew it. "We got it from here."

I scrunched up my nose at them, which made them grin wider, then I hooked my arm around Allessio and we walked out of the store together.

We went back from where we came from, and when we reached the area where the car dropped us, Allessio guided me in a different direction. We took a sharp left when we reached the corner, and my lips formed an "O" when I immediately caught sight of the name in bold letters on top of the arched doorway.

Idalia.

I remember him telling me about the sister he never met since she passed long before he was born. Her name was Idalia.

We approached the restaurant that really fit in this area that has a historical feel to it. I think it's what I like about here most. I rarely got the chance to go out, but whenever I did, it amazes me how a place could look so classically beautiful.

When we got inside, a man greeted us with a string of rapid Italian. If I could describe him in a few words, I'd say that he looks like a person who drinks a gallon of coffee a day. He seems so jittery and nervous that I'm surprised that he still hasn't collapsed on the floor yet.

Allessio murmured something in Italian, and the maître d' hollered at someone instantly. He and a female server that looks frightened more than nervous move so fast that I'm scared that they'll get whiplash.

I sent Allessio a bewildered look, and he just sighed.

"Do you evoke fear in every person you come across?" I asked him as we followed the man.

"Usually."

He gave me a look as if to tell me that I'm also the exception in this matter.

"I was also afraid of you."

He scoffed. "For a minute. It took just nutritious food and a goodnight sleep before your sass came back."

"That's not true!"

"You called me a pissed off lion with a boo boo during your first day in my house." When my eyes widened in surprise that he knew about that, he grinned. "I always find out about everything, gattina. Remember that."

I wrinkled my nose at him. "No one likes a know it all."

He didn't respond for a moment since we reached the outdoor space at the back of Idalia. It has the magnificent view of the river, and there weren't any customers there, so we have the space alone.

Allessio said something to the maître d', who nodded so fast that it concerned me for a moment that his head might fall off. He snatched two menus from the waitress and handed one to me with the most practiced smile I have ever seen. After that, he almost dragged the female server away, leaving Allessio and me behind.

Allessio pulled a chair for me, and I immediately sat down. He was standing behind me, pushing the chair so I could settle in. I was expecting him to go to his seat, but before he did so, he lean down and bit my earlobe, which made me gasp in surprise. "My baby likes it when Daddy knows it all. Especially when it's about her body that I could make sing in no time."

He was grinning when he took the seat opposite mine. I look at him through narrowed eyes, and he just smiles more, knowing the effect he has on me.

"You don't fight fair," I mumbled.

"I never said I do."

I huffed and turned to the menu instead. There was such a list of mouthwatering food that it took me a minute to pick what to order. As if he had six senses, the maître d' returned the moment we were ready to order. I decided on chicken, and Allessio went for beef.

Once we're alone again, Allessio takes my hand resting on the table, and he interlaces it with his own. "So?"

"What?"

"What do you plan to organize first?" When I bit the inside of my cheek, his eyes glinted in amusement. "It's my office, right?"

"I can start somewhere else if... you know."

"Know what?"

"If you need to take things a way you don't want me to see." When he just simply watches me, I shrugged. "Confidential stuff."

"I don't have anything to hide from you, gattina. But there are things that I like to keep private, especially when it comes to the things I do. Not because I don't want you to know, but because it's for your own safety."

"I understand that."

Inangat niya ang magkahugpong namin na kamay at hinalikan niya ng magaan ang likod ng palad ko. "But it is safe to say that I don't keep stuff like that in the house. Not since you lived there. Except for the basement, there's no place in our home that you can't go to."

Our home.

He squeezed my hand gently. "Tell me about what you plan to do."

As we waited for our food, I told him about how I planned to organize everything. He listened with rapt attention, as if what I'm saying holds great importance to him. Even though I feel like there are so many things he could be paying attention to, Allessio showed no sign of impatience while listening to me. In fact, it's like he's enjoying seeing my excitement.

I was cut off from speaking when our food arrived. I didn't think I was hungry until I saw the food they placed in front of us.

Allessio let go of my hand and smiled at me. "Go eat, baby."

We eat in silence, but from time to time, Allessio would touch my hand as if he finds it hard not to touch me when I'm this close to him.

"You have a great chef," I told him when we were half-way into our meal.

He wiped the corner of my mouth, and I felt a flash of heat when he brought it in front of his lips and his tongue flicked out to taste his finger. "From the amount I'm paying him, he should be."

I reached for my glass of water before my mind wandered elsewhere. We finished our food in silence, and the server came back to take away the plates. The maître d' made his appearance, and he handed out a menu to me.

"Dessert, signorina?" he asked in a thick Italian accent.

I didn't need to look hard on the menu to know what I wanted. "Zabaglione, please."

He smiled and nodded, then he turned to Allessio, who just shook his head.

"You don't want dessert?" I asked.

"I do."

"Then why didn't you order anything?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "I'm not going to share mine."

He didn't answer me, but the smile on his lips makes me a little bit nervous. I didn't have the chance to ask him when the maître d' returned with the dessert.

I excitedly scooped a bite, but I felt guilty when I glanced at Allessio and found him watching me. I scooped up the spoon, aiming it in his direction, but he just shook his head.

"Eat, gattina. I'll have my dessert later."

Though curious, I continued eating, occasionally glancing at him. I was in my last spoonful of the zabaglione when my eyes snapped towards Allessio.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Having my dessert," he murmured.

I dropped what I was holding when I felt his hand move up my thigh. He was leaning a bit on the table, but no one would think that he's doing something else. He just looks like someone who wants to be close to the woman he's with.

"A-Allessio..."

Lips parting, I gripped the edge of the table tight when his hand slip inside my underwear. He pulled it to the side, and a gasp escaped from my mouth when he unceremoniously went for it.

It took everything I had not to slide off from my chair when he pressed a finger to my core, easing it in while his thumb circled around my throbbing clit. Without taking his eyes off me, he moved his hand back and forth in a rhythm that makes me want to go insane.

My lips parted and my vision went hazy when he pulled his finger out completely only to ease it back in with another, doubling it. He rammed them inside me so deeply that I felt him hit a spot that made my legs tremble in response.

"Daddy..." I whispered. "I'm..."

He twisted his fingers, and I couldn't stop myself from crying out. Allessio's eyes blazed, clearly enjoying how I'm starting to lose control. "Come, gattina. I need you to come so I can have my sweet dessert."

His words combined with what he's doing pushed me to the edge of great heights. My legs tensed and my back arched a little as a violent shiver took over my body.

I slumped on my seat when Allessio pulled and withdrew his hand. I watched as he brought it to his mouth, and his tongue slipped out to taste the wetness coating his fingers.

"A sweet dessert in deed. It tastes like heaven."