CHAPTER 6

I placed a hand on her back. "You don't even have to look at him. Just pretend as if he's not there."

"I want to be there. I want to see him locked up for what he did to me and my mom." She shook her head and chuckled sadly. "I want to love him but all I feel is hatred towards him. Is that bad? He hurt us and I hate him for it."

"Of course not. Feeling that way towards him is normal because of what he did. But he still loves you. No matter what."

"You don't hurt people you love."

I didn't respond, not knowing how to, because she was right. I hurt Oliver the night I stepped out on our marriage as much as he hurt me sometimes. I hugged her tightly and in the most comforting way possible when I heard sobs coming from her. "Hey, hey, princess don't cry. It'll be fine. I promise with my life that he will be put behind bars." She nodded and wiped at the few tears.

Bella let go of me and ran to her mom as soon as she walked in. I stood up, fixing my suit jacket, and walked over to them. They hugged for a while before Brinda, and I stepped out to give her some space. "Thank you again for this." She smiled.

We started walking to her front door and after her bodyguards handed me my purse back, I said, "Please. Putting men like him behind bars is one of my favorite hobbies." She chuckled. We shook hands and I left, looking through my bag for my keys.

Paparazzi was surrounding the front, standing right outside of the gate, so there was no way for me to pull in that's why I went through the back. I started to walk the few miles it took for me to get to my car whilst on my phone.

Not paying attention I bumped into someone, almost tumbling backwards but they caught me. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't-" When I looked up to finish apologizing to the stranger, I saw those silver eyes and froze. My heart was pounding so fast I thought it was going to fall out of my chest. My hand was gripping on his shirt while his stayed on my waist.

He was searching my face just as I was his. All of the memories from that night-- our night -- was hitting me as hard as a brick as I stared into his eyes. His eyes moved down to my tattoo and a smirk found its way onto his face. "Athena." My core tingled at the way my name rolled off of his tongue so smoothly.

"Alessandro." His smirk changed into a smile as he pulled me closer to him. My breathing felt constricted as his hand moved to my lower back. Why, why, why. This cannot be happening right now.

I pushed myself back out of his arms, still staring into his silver orbs. "I- I have to go." I threw my phone into my purse and started to quickly walk past him when he grabbed my hand.

I gripped onto the headboard of the bed and moaned loudly when he slammed into me. His hand wrapped around my neck pulling my head back and he kissed on my neck. My pants grew louder every time he thrusted into me from behind. My body pressed fully on the bed and his weight keeping me grounded.

"Fuck. You feel so fucking good baby." He whispered into my ear his thrusts speeding up with every second he was inside of me. Tears started falling from my eyes at the pleasurable pain, I bit my bottom lip and moved my hips back to meet his thrusts.

This is wrong. This is so so wrong. But it felt way too good to stop him. "I'm so... close." My pants grew heavier, my walls tightened around his cock, and my eyes squeezed shut.

"Open your eyes. I want to see how good I make you feel." His grip on my neck tightened and he groaned at the sound of my whimpers. I let out the loudest moan and my hips moved up as I orgasmed. It felt like a pulsing from between my legs that moved up to my head.

I collapsed back onto the bed breathing hard as I calmed down from that overwhelming orgasm. He kissed down my back, leaving a bite mark in the middle of it, and went to kiss all over my ass. I was for sure we were down, this being the hundredth time I came, but boy was I wrong.

"I'm just getting started with you, darling." He whispered when he moved back up then kissed my cheek.

"Athena?" I snapped out of my trance my thighs tightly squeezed shut. "Can we talk?"

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Athena, please." You have a husband. You have a husband. Those eyes-- his eyes-- God, I've missed them so much.

"Okay. But not here." What's the worst that could happen. "Follow my car." He nodded and left but not before he kissed my cheek. I held my hand where his lips were with a small smile. I hopped inside of my car, seeing his pull up behind it. I bit my lip at the sight of him in my rearview mirror; one hand on the wheel and the other rubbing on his stubble. He had a small smile playing on his lips and he looked as if he was daydreaming.

When his eyes found mine, I quickly looked away and started my car. I had to be in a more secluded place, now being a bit more popular since Brinda's case. And me being with another man, Alessandro, would cause an unwanted scandal. So, as he followed me, I drove to a trail I knew no one would be at this time of day.

Just keep Oliver in your head, you are a happily married woman. I let a big breath and got out of the car, leaving my things inside of it. Alessandro's eyes studied me and my body just like they did that night. He noticed me squeeze my thighs and smirk, walking closer to me.

I had forgotten how tall he was as he towered over me, my chest tightening. There was a moment were we just stared at each other, reliving our night of passion. "So, I see you kept to your word."

He smiled slightly. "I did. After six months I've found you." He tried to move my hair behind my ear, but I moved my head away.

"I'm married."

Alessandro hummed grabbing my chin and turning my head to look up at him. "That didn't seem to matter when I was fucking your brains out in front of my window." His hand moved down my side and to my hip.

"That was a mistake. I... I love my husband." My eyes caught onto the necklace that laid on his chest. The other half to the heart laying on my chest. "I thought you would've thrown that out by now." Don't think about it, I reminded myself.

"Never. You never got rid of your necklace either." With one hand still on my hip he grabbed my hand and stared at the tattoo.

"What did you want to talk about?" I took my hand out of his and he went to lean back against his car.

"I've missed you." He folded his arms across his chest, his white dress shirt tightening even more around his muscular chest and arms.

"We spent one night together how can you 'miss' me?" I questioned.

He chuckled. "I can't get that one night out of my head."

I can't either. "Well, you need to move on. I'm married and-"

"I didn't care that you were married then, and I don't care now." He said, his tone serious. He moved away from his car and back towards me, putting his hand back on my hip

I didn't care either, but I can't hurt Oliver. Not again. "Alessandro, we can't do this." I breathed out, putting my hands on his chest to push him back.

"The way your body responds to me tells me otherwise." I hadn't realized my thighs were squeezed shut and my breathing had gotten heavier. He moved his leg between mine, parting them, and moved his hand up my inner thigh.

Just as his hand was about to reach my core, I pushed him back. "We- we can't. That was a onetime thing."

"It happened more than once if my memory serves me right." He looked at me for a moment. "I'll let you get back to your husband." I could hear the bitterness behind his words as he mentioned Oliver.

Alessandro grabbed my hand and kissed the butterfly tattoo. "Have a good day, Athena."

"You as well, Alessandro."

God. Like fucking sucks.