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JUNO's POV

I groaned in irritation when I felt someone touching my cheek. I pushed his hand away and just continued sleeping. I still felt so sleepy. I heard his amused chuckle.

"You don't want to wake up, huh? Fine, I'll make love to you again and again until you can't walk anymore." I opened my eyes right away upon hearing what he said because I knew that he would really do it if wouldn't open my eyes.

I gasped when I realized that his face was so close to mine while grinning at me playfully. He was lying next to me. We're facing each other.

"You're too close." I whined but he just laughed before he planted a soft kiss on my lips.

"So? Don't you want me being this close to you, cara?" he even wrapped his arm around my waist and then pulled me even closer to his body. He made me pillow on his chest.

We're still on his private plane, inside his private room. I didn't expect that he actually had a private plane. I thought we would be taking a commercial plane but I guess that was ridiculous considering that he actually has his own plane.

When we entered inside the plane, I couldn't help but to admire what I saw. It was so luxurious inside and all the amenities that we need were there. The crew were very professional as they attended to our needs.

My family also has a private plane but Brey's was larger and the atmosphere was more relaxing while ours looked so business-like inside and it looked so dull for me. That was my father's idea that's why it's boring.

When the plane was already on a cruise phase, we chatted about different things while sipping champagne at the minibar.

We just enjoyed each other's company while relaxing. After more than two hours, I felt sleepy so he took me inside his private room and let me slept there while he on the other hand worked in front of his laptop.

"Hmm...What do you think?" I answered teasingly.

"Well, I know that you always enjoy being held by me because you would have an excuse to touch my body." He laughed heartily after saying that.

"You're so full of yourself, Mister!" I hissed as I pinched him on the side. His laugh became louder. His arms tightened even more around me and then I felt him kissed my forehead.

"But seriously, cara. Don't you like me holding you like this?" his voice turned husky. I rolled my eyes.

"Isn't it obvious? If I don't want you being this close to me, I would've kicked you right away."

"I knew it. My cara mia is addicted to me." he uttered playfully full of confidence.

"Oh, my gosh! I think I'm going to be blown away by your strong wind!" he laughed again. I didn't know why but I really loved hearing his laugh. He really changed a lot. I couldn't even imagine the serious and cold Brey that I first met before anymore.

I really like the new Brey with me right now. I didn't even expect that he has a naughty side of him too but I really enjoy it whenever we're like this, laughing and teasing each other.

He suddenly pulled me on top of him. I squealed in surprise. He really loves surprising me with his sudden gestures.

"Why? Am I wrong?" his eyes were sparkling with mischief. My eyes widened when I felt his hands caressed their way to my butt and started kneading them sensually. I bit my lower lip as my body began to burn with heat. But instead of getting carried away by his seduction, I controlled myself not to. I saw how his eyes gleam with lust as his gaze fixed on my lips.

I knew that whenever he sees me biting my bottom lip, he gets affected by it so I deliberately did it.

"I think it's the other way around, caro. You're the one who can't get enough of your cara." He raised his eyebrows.

"So full of confidence, huh? Why don't you just concede and just agree to what I've said, my wild cat?" I became serious and then started at him sultrily. I touched his cheek gently before my fingers moved down to his lips, tracing the contours of his lips with my forefinger teasingly.

The desire in his eyes became even more intense. I deliberately rolled my tongue over my lips, seducing him.

I smiled inwardly when I felt his friend down there starting to come into life. I intentionally moved my lower body, grazing my core on his hardness in the process. I heard him groan.

I drew my face closer to his until our lips were almost touching. He grunted in need and was about to kiss me when I quickly pulled away.

"C'mon, cara mia. Kiss me." he asked desperately. I shook my head.

"Nope. I won't kiss you until you admit that you're the one who's addicted to me." I answered nonchalantly. His lips parted in surprise. He gulped inaudibly, unable to say anything. I was having fun watching him like that. He was really having a hard time.

"You don't want to admit it? It's okay. I am not forcing you to." I was about to get off of him when he finally spoke.

"Fine, I'm addicted to you, cara mia. Can I get my kiss now?" I laughed because he looked like an impatient kid while saying that.

"It looks to me that you just said it because you were forced to do so." I pouted.

"Of course not. Your caro is really addicted to you cara mia. I don't say things that I don't mean, especially when it comes to you." my heart swelled.

"Really?" he nodded his head without hesitation.

"So, can I claim my kiss now?" I squeezed his cheeks.

"You're so cute, mio caro. Don't worry, I'm addicted to you too." I admitted without hesitation as well. His eyes gleamed with happiness.

"Really?" I nodded my head and was about to initiate the kiss when we heard the captain's voice, asking everyone to go back to our respective seats because we're already close to our destination.

"Oops, looks like you can't get your kiss for now." I got off of him and was about to get off the bed when he pulled me back on top of him and then captured my lips with a passionate kiss. The kiss was rough, needy but gentle at the same time.

I smiled inwardly. I knew that he would never let me get off the bed without kissing me first. I mentally shook my head.

I responded with equal intensity until we're almost out of breath and didn't have a choice but to stop to breath for air.

"I really love kissing you. Your lips are the sweetest." He kissed me once again before he gently bit my lower lip as if he couldn't get enough of my lips before he pulled away.

He gathered some of my stray hair to the back of my ear.

"Me too. I love kissing you as well." My cheeks flushed of what I've voiced out.

"I want to make love with you right now, cara mia." He said throatily. I smiled at him.

"Sorry, caro, but we can't. You heard the captain. C'mon, let's get out of here. We're about to land soon." He finally let go of me but he looked so disappointed. I laughed at his reaction. He looked so cute.

"C'mon, get up, big baby." I pulled his hand. He sat up. He still looked disappointed.

"Let's continue this when we arrive to our destination." He instantly got excited.

"Promise?" I rolled my eyes.

"Promise. Now, get out of bed and let's get out of here." He finally smiled and then obliged. We went out of the room hand and hand.

When we finally arrived in Milan, someone picked us up at the airport.

"Is he your driver?" I couldn't help but ask.

"No. He's actually papa's driver." My eyebrows creased.

"Your father's driver?"

"Yes. We're going to stay in their family house here in Milan. I already booked a hotel a week ago but papa said that it would be better for us to stay in the Amouretti family's ancestral house so that I could visit the place too." I nodded my head. Now I understood why his father called once again last night while we were about to sleep.

After about 30 minutes, we finally arrived the huge iron gates opened for us. When the car entered the property, I couldn't help but to get impressed of the surroundings.

The mansion was a little bit far from the gate because the garden was incredibly huge. The landscape of the garden was so beautiful. The different flowering plants looked so stunning to the eyes.

The design of the house looked old but still beautiful. It was obviously a house built by the Amouretti family long time ago.

"We're here, signore, signorina." The driver announced when he opened the car door for us. We stepped out of the car.

"Wow, this house is huge. Is this your first time coming here?"

"Yes. I've never had the chance to come here because papa's family didn't know about me back then." I was about to answer when four women in maid's uniform together with a man, who was obviously a butler came out of the house and approached us.

"Welcome home, signore. Welcome, signorina." They greeted us politely. They introduced themselves to us one by one. After that, they took our things and assisted us inside the house. I was right. The inside of the house was grandiose and luxurious. The furniture were obviously antiques.

The Sicilian floor was spotless. I looked at Brey. He was quiet the whole time while looking around us. Then his eyes went to the big oil paintings that were hanging on the wall at the grand staircase.

Each of the member of the Amouretti family was painted individually in life size portraits. From the great- grand parents of Brey's father, grandparents, his parents and then the Amouretti siblings until Nadia and Ophelia.

I noticed something. Nadia didn't inherit the Amouretti appearance because she looked a lot like her mother. I shook that thought away and then stared back at Brey. 

I saw a strange emotion that passed through his eyes while staring at the paintings.

"You look a lot like your bisnonno and nonno, signore Brey." Carmen, one of the maids commented while looking at Brey and the painting alternately.

"You're right. Signore really looks like them." Matteo, the butler agreed. Brey remained silent while still staring at the paintings.

I held his hand.

"Are you okay, caro?" he shifted his gaze on me and smile but it didn't reach his eyes.

"I'm fine, cara mia."

The household helpers guided us to our room which was on the second floor. I was surprised to learn that the house has an elevator inside even if it was an old house but Brey and I preferred to use the grand staircase.

When we reached the room, the three maids left except Emma and Matteo.

"This will be your room, signore, while signorina Juno's room will be next door." Emma, the head maid informed us. Brey's forehead crinkled. He looked displeased of what he heard. I smiled inwardly.

"Oh, it's nice that I have my own room." I said enthusiastically.

"I'll assist you to your room, signorina." Matteo said.

"Emma, Matteo, Juno and I are going to share the same room." Brey informed them with a serious face.

"Oh, Mi dispiace, signore Brey. Signor told us to prepare two rooms for the two of you so we thought that you would stay in two separate rooms." Emma answered apologetically.

"It's okay. It's not your fault." I said and gave Brey a look. He heaved a sigh.

"Do you need something to eat or drink, signore, signorina?" Matteo asked.

"No, it's okay. You can leave us now." they nodded their heads.

"We serve dinner at 7 pm, signore, signorina." Emma informed us before they went out of the room.

"Why did you tell them that we'd share the same room? And I was looking forward to see my own room." I said teasingly. His lips thinned.

"Why? Don't you want to share a room with me? Remember that you owe me something." he even emphasized the last word. I rolled my eyes and then crossed my arms across my chest. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Really? We haven't even get to rest yet but you're already thinking about that?" he smirked at me.

"Of course, cara mia. You know me. I can't get enough of you." he even wagged his eyebrows. I sneered at him which made him chuckle.

"Anyway, why did you decide to accept your father's invitation for us to come here?" I asked, changing the topic. The amused look on Brey's face faded. He sat on the couch and then leaned his head against the head rest. He closed his eyes as if he was tired.

"Honestly, I am not sure why I agreed to it. But when he told me that I could come here and stay, I felt happy. I don't know why I felt that way." I remained standing in front of him while staring at him.

"Because deep inside of you, you want to get to know your father's roots. You want to experience living in their ancestral house like what your sister did all her life. You've been longing for an acknowledgement from your father that's why you couldn't turn his offer down." He opened his eyes and looked at me full of wonder.

"How did you know all that?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Duh! It's very obvious!" he stood up and then went closer to me. The surprise look on his face was still there.

"How do you do that, cara? Other people have the hard time reading what's on my mind but you do it so easily. You're really full of surprises." A sweet smile occurred my lips.

"Because I'm your cara mia." I said proudly. His eyes lit up. He raised his hands and then held me by the arms.

"Yes, you're my wild cat cara mia." His hands on my arms began moving, caressing them teasingly. I felt like all the hair on my body stood up as my breathing went hitch.

His eyes turned smoky with desire. I knew that look on his face. I already knew what he was planning to do. He drew his lips closer to mine and was about to kiss me when my phone suddenly rang. I heard him grunt in frustration as he ran his hand over his face.

I chuckled and pecked him a gentle kiss on the lips before I answered my phone. I saw Brey sat back on the couch while I on the other hand sat on the edge of the bed, facing him.

"Hello, mom." I saw how Brey's face hardened upon hearing what I've said. My forehead crinkled.

"Hello, sweetheart. How are you? I called home and Francesca told me that you're on a vacation right now." I groaned inwardly. I told Francesca not to tell my mom that I wasn't staying home anymore and living at Brey's house because she wouldn't like that for sure.

I felt guilty for not being honest to her but I felt like I wasn't ready to inform her about Brey and I's relationship yet. I haven't even ask Brey yet if he was the son of my stepmother. I don't have the guts to ask him yet.

I felt like if I'd ask him, something would change in our relationship that could potentially destroy what we have right now.

I cleared my throat before I answered.

"Y-Yes, mom. I'm in Italy right now."

"Italy?! With who?" I swallowed hard as I stared at Brey again. He was watching me intently with stoic expression on his face. I could see how his jaw clenched tightly for an unknown reason. He stood up and then went to the terrace without saying anything to me.

I heaved a sigh.

"With my boyfriend, mom." I decided to tell him about Brey because I didn't want to add any more lies to her.

"With Rocco?" I bit my lower lip.

"No, mom. Me and Rocco were over more than a month ago." I heard her gasp in surprise.

"What?! You broke up with Rocco and now, you have someone else?!" I nodded my head as if she could see me.

"Yes, mom. I broke up with Rocco because I caught him cheating on me." she stayed quiet for a couple of seconds before she finally responded.

"Why didn't you tell me about it? Are you okay now?" there was a hint of worry in her voice.

"Yes, mom. I'm glad that it wasn't that hard for me to move on from him."

"What about your boyfriend now? What is his name? Is he a good guy? I want to meet him." her voice suddenly turned strict. I cleared my throat once again.

"You'll meet him soon, mom. His name is---" I couldn't complete what I wanted to say because I suddenly heard Brey grunted as if he was in pain. I quickly ran towards the terrace. He was sitting on the chair while holding his left foot.

"What happened?!" I asked worriedly at him.

"Nothing, I just stepped onto something. I removed my shoes because I felt uncomfortable wearing them but I didn't see a tiny stone on the floor that's why I stepped on it. Don't worry, I'm fine." I took a look and saw that the sole of his foot was reddish. I heaved a sigh and rolled my eyes at him. He looked like a child while touching his feet.

"You made me worried!" I hissed at him. He stood up and hugged me by the waist. I gently pushed him away.

"Wait! I'm still on the phone with mom." I went back inside without waiting for his answer.

"Mom, are you still there?"

"Yes, sweetie. I'm still here. Was that your boyfriend just now?"

"Yes, mom. Anyway, I want to tell you something." I looked at the direction of the terrace but didn't see any indication that Brey was coming.

"What is it about?"

"I-I think I found your son." I almost whispered. She gasped loudly in shock and couldn't answer right away.

"A-Are you sure? Where's he?" her voice was slightly trembling. I gulped inaudibly.

"I'm not sure yet, mom, if he's really the one because he has a different surname. His name is Brey Austin Amouretti." I bit my lower lip upon uttering those words.

"Amouretti?!" she sounded so surprised.

"Yes, mom. I---" I couldn't complete whatever I wanted to say because she suddenly hang up on me.

"Mom? Hello? Hello?" I tried to dial her number but she wasn't answering. I suddenly got worried. I was about to dial the landline at home when I received a message from her.

"I'm fine, Sweetie. I just need time to think for now. I'll call you again soon." Her reaction left me confused.

I didn't expect that this kind of reaction from her. I thought she would barrage me with a lot of questions about Brey but when she heard his surname, something went off and she hang up without even hearing everything that I wanted to tell her.

I looked at the terrace and came up with a decision. Maybe it's time for me to ask Brey directly. 

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Do you have any idea why Brey's mother reacted that way when she heard about his new surname?

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