Mrs MORELLO

ANA'S POV

It had been over a week since I had last seen Vincenzo. I don't know what I had expected to happen. Somewhere inside of me I still thought that fairytales existed.

That a prince would come and sweep me off my feet but as days went by I realized that didn't exist.

I had gone back to the usual things that I did all the time. Wake up eat and then go back to bed. The days were getting longer as time went by.

I could not complain I had the best week with him but once he had gone away from business that was it.

Maybe I was acting like some clingy wife but what was I supposed to do in this situation? Was I supposed to forget all the amazing sex that I had?

Every time I looked at something g all I got were flashbacks and I couldn't help myself but get wet by the things I thought of.

I did t know that once you started doing it was like you carved it all the time.

After finishing taking my shower I went downstairs to eat. That was the only activity I did during the day. Maybe he would at least let me go to school or something because staying indoors was getting to me. I couldn't be left alone in a room with my thoughts.

The house was pretty quiet unlike other days and I wondered where the maids had gone. I went to the kitchen but there was no one there.

I knew how to cook so that didn't bother me at all but they could have at least said they were leaving.

"I was wondering when you were going to wake up ", said a voice behind me that I recognized.

"Good morning Mrs. Morello", I greeted Vincenzo's mother.

She looked so happy to see me as she hugged me. I had gotten accustomed to her as she fancied me a lot.

"You should have told me you were coming so that I would prepare something for you ", I said.

"There was no need for that dear I was around the neighborhood and decided to come and say hello ", she said.

"That's nice of you how have you been doing it's been a while since we saw each other?", I asked her as I prepared my toast.

"Just been busy with redecorating the house hoping anyone would come by ", she said looking sad.

After only having one child she was never able to conceive another one. It was always her and Mr. Morello around the house and it wasn't all the time that he was there so I could understand why she felt lonely.

"Well I could come over some time but I don't know how to drive I'll ask Vincenzo if I can go for some driving classes ", I said.

"Don't be silly why would you go for driving classes? Just ask him to hire a driver for you who will drive you around ", she said as we went to the living room.

"Okay I will ", I said laughing.

"I haven't talked to him in a while and he is not picking up my calls, is he okay?", she asked me.

"Yeah he is okay just busy with work ", I said.

"Okay when he comes back in the evening be sure to tell him to call me am getting worried ", she said a look of worry all over her face.

"Well if he comes over I'll be sure to inform him ", I said.

"What do you mean, doesn't he come over ?", she asked confusion all over her face.

"No he comes at home it's just that he comes in late at night and most of the time am asleep and leaves early in the morning ", I said smiling sweetly hoping she would believe me.

"Ooh okay I was about to get mad at him, okay dear I have to go now take care ", she said as she stood up to leave.

"Okay bye, thank you for stopping by ", I said as I stood up to escort her outside.

"Make sure you come by the house okay", she said.

"I will ", I said as I waved her off.

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I had gotten tired of waiting at this point. I had spent days sitting in the living room waiting for Vincenzo to get home only to fall asleep on the couch.

I was already in my bed ready to sleep. I wasn't going to wait for him any longer when I heard the car approaching the house.

I knew it was him at this point and there was no use to go and check it out.

He would go to his room like always so there was no way I was leaving my warm bed and goo g to greet him.

I heard footsteps coming toward my room and wondered if it was him or one of the maids but they were too firm to be one of the maids.

The door of my room opened and there stood Vincenzo. His hair was in a frenzied mess but he still looked well. In his hand, he held a bouquet as the other hand held to his suit jacket which was flung on his shoulder.

His sleeves were rolled up exposing his tattooed arms that I wanted to be wrapped around my waist at that moment.

"Hi ", he said as he placed the flowers on my nightstand and came and laid beside me.

"Hey, how was your day?/", I asked him as I scooted over to accommodate him.

"Tiresome ", he said as he took his shoes off and clothes.

"That bad huh?", I asked him.

"You have no idea. Can I sleep here ?", he asked as he looked up at me.

"Yeah sure no problem ", I said and he got under the covers he held on to my body and he was asleep in a few minutes.

His soft snores were like music to my ears as I moved the hair that was covering his face and I was taken back for a moment.

What was I doing?