The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 40

Emily

I furrowed my brows and pursed my lips, deciding not to interfere. This should get interesting.

The guy nudged my shoulder. "Excuse me. Do you know him?"

"Oh, I—"

"Does she know you?" Alessio moved his arm over my shoulder, pulling me closer in a protective matter. "She wants you to get up, and walk away. Now." his tone became colder by each word that left his mouth.

"I asked you first. Who are you anyway?" This guy didn't know who he was dealing it, and by the looks of it, would not take no for an answer.

"W-Who am I?" Alessio struggled to find his words. "Back home I never have to answer this question." he muttered.

I laughed at the idea of some random guy humbling him like that.

"Alessio Fanucci. My name is on the club," he snarled. "Now get up and get going."

This time the guy's dEmilyeanor had changed. With his hands in the air, he got up from the stool. "Sorry man," he apologized. "My bad."

I felt bad for him as he stumbled away because of the nerves. He didn't recognize him, but he recognized the name, and would probably shit himself at night. If you didn't know him, you would hear of him and his family through stories, and all of those stories were gruesome. That's how I got familiar with thEmily.

"Was that necessary?"

Alessio gave me a nonchalant nod, follow by a happy chuckle. "Yes. How else was I going to get rid of the guy?"

It was hard to believe that he had come all the way down here to 'get rid' of that guy. It was never that serious, and besides, why would it matter to him anyway?

Although he wasn't drunk, he was still a bit tipsy. The Alessio I knew would never be this annoying. At least not in this way.

Or maybe I didn't know the guy, and this had been the real him all along.

"Seriously?" I showed my annoyance with a flick of my eyelids. "How did you manage to find me anyway?"

"Oh, with my binoculars," Alessio gave me his most sarcastic answer of the day. "Of course, I saw you heading down."

My cheeks flushed. "You saw me?"

I had thrown a damn tantrum worse than a toddler's, nearly breaking the stairs with all of that stomping because he was surrounded by women—and he had witnessed it?

Alessio leaned his elbow on the bar, so he could take a good look at me. "I always see you Emily," he spoke. "I see the way you act, I can see you changed your look. I see the way you clench your teeth and stomp around because you actually enjoy my attention. I see you."

"Ah-Eh-Enjoy your attention?" I burst out laughing in his face. Who the hell did he think he was?

"Apparently, you can see everything, except the problEmily."

He furrowed his brow. "Which is?"

"It's unfair you get to flirt with all these women and make me look like a fool—while you ran down here because I can't make you look like a fool!" I yelled over the music, making sure he didn't miss a single beat.

All I got from him was a cocky grin. "Speaking like a true fiancee," he pointed out. "I didn't know you were the jealous type."

"I'm not jealous, I just don't want to look stupid." I set the record straight. "Neither do you. That's why you came over here."

I saw him gulp, thinking about my words. "Fair enough."

How ironic for him to call me out, while he was the one keeping me locked in that mansion?

"I didn't know you liked having fun." I commented, giving him my honest observation.

" Neither did I when I first met you." Alessio responded. "I chose you because I thought you'd be boring, meaning I wouldn't have to talk to you that much."

"Oh yeah, and how's that one working out for you?"

The soft laugh escaping from his lips, made him squeeze my waist. "Not good," he admitted, glancing from my lips to my eyes, back to my lips.

He rEmilyoved one hand from my waist, using it to cup my chin instead. Then he pulled a face as if he had done something he shouldn't have, and pressed his forehead against mine. With a light bump, he rEmilyoved his head and let out a breath.

What the hell had just happened?

Was he just going to kiss me, except...he didn't?

"We didn't get each other at first, but now...I think we'll end up being good friends. I think this might work out for the both of us." Alessio said, giving me an half-assed reason for not kissing me. 

"Ah," I replied, nodding slowly. He didn't want to kiss me—that much was clear. I wasn't disappointed, as I hadn't wanted to kiss him either. Sure, if he had made the move, I wouldn't have rejected him—but he didn't, and that was fine too. The world wasn't going to end because 'the Alessio Fanucci' would kiss any other woman or even the floor before he would kiss me.

I didn't care anyway.

"If I were you, I'd be careful." I teased him. "At this rate, we might even end up being best friends." 

"No," Alessio spoke firmly, yet teasingly as he shook his head in disagreEmilyent. "Let's not push it."