In the wrong bed

"I think I love you."

...

His breathing seemed to have stopped. But his answer was as shameless as ever.

..

"You think?"

She smiled, her tongue swiping over the chocolate on her lips making everything sweeter.

Her eyes narrowed, he tilted his head.

"I just think..."

Another strawberry went into her mouth. This time leaving something to be desired in the delivery.

"I think I'll stop bringing you sweets. They're not good for this weak body."

Diana had her mouth full. A burst of sour and sweet coated her tongue, so she was in a good mood. She even pouted at him.

For some reason she felt like a spoiled friend lately.

"You didn't fake this accident to spoil me, did you? If you're a good negotiator, I might even sell you my share of the company..."

He snorted. Her smile widened. A child playing in the rain?... Maybe a little more wicked.

"Can you have mine? I'll even pay you for it... I only participated because you were starving," he sighed, Diana would have felt sorry, if only he had a wrinkle or two under his eyes, maybe...

Her gaze fell on the chocolates in the corner. Gifts from Ema.

His expression turned ugly.

"What is it?"

"Nothing."

Diana shook her head, snorted and laughed, all at the same time. Nero looked at the box as if it were an enemy.

His fingers undid the bow as if they were defusing a bomb.

Diana didn't open her mouth, controlling herself in front of that soft and delicious brown.

"If it's poisoned, eat it yourself, with that strong body of yours."

"It's nothing. Just... tired of sweets," the bastard knew how to negotiate. With a natural advance, he kissed her lips. The chocolate came right after. Melting and mixing sweet and bitter.

She accepted defeat and allowed herself to get wet. The rain was cold and sharp, but for some reason her heart also wanted to come out and play.

"Enough with the sweets... Come here!"

With an anger she didn't know, she pulled his collar with everything she had. He really was strong. She barely moved, but let her body fall towards him.

It didn't matter anymore. Just like the chocolate, her stomach, heart and mind...

Everything was in pieces for an instant, melting into a pool of emotions she didn't know. Love, hate, play...

"Are you going to attack me now?"

"I will."

She held his face. She could feel his hands squeezing it with desire, his lips moving eagerly.

She barely noticed the time passing, so she just stayed there a little longer. On his body she felt more alive.

Not even ten trucks could keep her away from that man.

'This idiot...'

Suddenly she was thrown to the side and spun around, being hugged by him. Her lips didn't want to move away, proof of that were the bites she gave here and there. Even his cheek wasn't out of the question.

Without opening her eyes, Diana only stopped when she remembered where she was.

Her consciousness faded and her hands reached for the sheet, but the bright eyes in front of her didn't seem to care.

"I think I'd better get up."

She nodded, suddenly too sleepy to answer.

Knowing that the door to the room was open, and that the windows looked out onto a hallway full of hospital staff.

Diana preferred the covers.

...

..

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"Aren't you happy?" she asked.

They were walking for a while. There was a coffee shop nearby, she had discovered the place in her free time.

The air was cold, but she was so warm and comfortable that she felt at home.

"I don't think so. I don't know."

His silence said a lot, but bringing her closer said even more.

Her eyes lowered a little. Maybe because she was a little comfortable in his embrace, his appearance seemed even bigger.

Imposing like a tree. She wanted to hug him there and stay still, breathing in each of his secrets. His expression was so serene that she didn't need to take a deep breath to smell something happening.

That's why she chose that coffee shop.

...

"The view here is beautiful, isn't it?", picking up the tablet from the table, Diana had a subtle smile on her face.

The place already seemed to be part of her life, it was really comfortable and quiet, even if the looks on them were a little uncomfortable.

"Yes," he replied softly, still looking out the window.

His heart couldn't deny that it was quite a sight.

Diana wanted to get up and take a picture. To immortalize that peaceful beauty more than the landscape behind it.

She wasn't the only one with similar ideas.

Her eyes ran around the place, remembering the women with the food on the table.

'It's a more feminine café, after all.'

The doorbell ringing reinforced the thought.

"Oh! They're here..."

Silently he frowned and turned to the door.

Contrary to his expectations, Nero didn't care much about the group of women entering the place.

His eyes sought those of two of them.

For an instant they froze, they looked like two of the most beautiful sculptures. Time stopped and the customers held their breath. Diana herself felt a chill down her spine, it was a strange sensation...

Seeing so many stunning people in one place was certainly not natural.

But feeling the tension between those three was almost absurd.

Diana was proud of her sixth sense. She was a prodigy in business and had a great instinct for recognizing secrets.

There were no secrets between them. There was just... something hard to explain.

'Fate.'

The word appeared as lightly as a leaf on a lake.

And for some reason, as they approached, and Nero continued with his impassive expression, that word was enough.

"What are you doing here?", his tone remained calm. He had his head tilted over the palm of his hand and seemed to find amusement in returning the visitors' gaze.

None of them kept up the joke.

"I called them," no surprise.

"Did he already know about this?"

"I knew. I heard she would be in town. The question is why."

The young redhead was truly stunning. Even just raising her eyebrows with a suggestive smile was enough to attract their attention. A natural charisma spread from those two.

'...I should have sat with him.'