40.
Alessandro's POV
"Vivianne it's wrong to peep on people, especially not during romantic moments." I muttered the last part to myself.
Vivianne raised her brows, placing her hands on her waists.
"What was that, Alessandro? It's called k.. kissing I guess."
"Shut up!" I shushed her up and pulled her along with me. "You're not only rude but such a poke nose. Why did you disobey? Didn't I warn you not to step your foot out of the other side of the mansion?"
"I was bored. You can't restrict my movements, Alessandro. How did you expect me to know you were kissing that...that annoying lady?" She replied, her voice filled with defiance.
"Shut up! Just shut up!" I yelled, running my hand through my hair in frustration. "How did you know all this? How did you know it's called kissing?" I narrowed my gaze at her and she scoffed, snatching her hand from me.
"Don't ask me questions. The fact that you're so clumsy and don't even remember to zip up after such dirty moment is super annoying." Vivianne said and that was when I realised my zipper was half opened.
Fuck! When did I... gosh?!
"Did you have a talk with Amelia?" I asked, folding my arms as we got to my living room.
"Oh, she's Amelia. Good, I dislike her alot." Vivianne raised her lip to form a sneer. "Why do you keep her around and why does she seem to know a lot about me? Have you been snitching on me, Alessandro?"
I scoffed, pulling out a chair for her to sit. This was me listening to Amelia since she says I have to give this little rat 'MORE' attention.
"It's not new, Vivianne, you hate everyone." I sighed, putting on a deadpanned expression. "Eat or don't you like the food?" I asked, seeing she was just staring blankly at the food being served.
"This doesn't smell nice, Alessandro." Her face rose in disgust and she looked away in annoyance. "I want something light. Not some…"
"Not some freaky pasta and lettuce?" I cut in, completing her words on her behalf. She looked at me, a bit of shock on her face.
"You're surprised I've mastered your words? It's not funny, Vivianne. Get yourself together." I scolded her, raising my finger. "This is me being nice and not a babysitter. Now, you better start eating and get back to reading your books, uh? Thanks." I managed a smile and dug into my food.
Vivianne refused to touch her food and folded her arms, glaring at me like I've just said something wrong.
"What's up with that look on your face?"
"I don't want to eat this, I want some cornflakes with chocolate milk."
"Not pizza today?" I chuckled, raising a brow.
"I change my mind then, I want pizza and soda juice."
"Not some strawberries?" I asked further. I knew she was going to change her mind and yes, annoyingly she did again.
"No strawberries today, just pizza and soda juice."
I sighed for the umpteenth time, rubbing the nape of my neck.
Be nice, Alessandro. Be…. nice.
"Clear that and get her some pizza and soda juice." I ordered one of the maids and she nodded with a small smile before leaving with the tray.
The maid came back later and served the pizza and juice my 'sweet niece' demanded.
"You should love to eat this now. No, Vivianne?" I passed eating, waiting for her reply but she shook her head and stood.
"I want to speak with...with mom. I don't like this place." She pouted, folding her arms defiantly.
Calmness, Alessandro. Ne calm. I kept chanting in my head and smiled, squatting to her level.
"Dear Anne, you can just order something else if you don't like the food, okay?" I said, ruffling her hair.
"No." She raised her palm to stop me. "I just want to speak with my mom and nothing else. You're acting all sweet and it's annoying."
I gave her a tight-lipped smile and gently patted her shoulder before straightening up.
"Here, dial her number." I slipped my phone out of my pocket and gave it to her.
"Unavailable." Vivianne frowned after dialing and I took the phone from her, tapping on the re-dial button.
"Still unavailable. Maybe your mom is busy, Vivianne. You can just call back tomorrow morning." I said but Vivianne shook her head.
"Mom isn't always available for me and yet she claims she does love me alot. Is this what love means, uh?"
"Don't talk this way, Anne. I promise your mom is going to pick up when you call back tomorrow. Just have dinner and go to bed or rather watch some movies." I urged her, changing my mind from her going to read her books.
She looked so hurt right now and I know she needed something to sooth her provocation.
"Thanks but no, thanks." She turned around and ran out of the house.
"Gosh, Vivianne come back!" I yelled after her but she refused and kept on running. I followed after her but she slammed the door on my face before I could get into her bedroom.
"Don't worry, I'll handle this." I heard a voice say behind me and I turned around to see Amelia.
"How did you find me?" I asked, moving closer to her as her small kissable lips called on to me again.
She turns me on whenever I set my eyes on her and it's bad. Especially not in a situation like this when I have to figure out how to handle Vivianne.
My eyes on Amelia's ass which shot from behind. Hell, I just wanted to bend her over.
My dick!
"Stop...stop staring at my butt, please." Amelia said, turning her ass away from me, bitting her lip.
Fuck, again her lips and nit her ass this time. Every part of her body always got me melting like ice.
"I'll go on and knock now." She said and I gave her some space but smooched her ass before she could get to the door.
She gasped and hit me on the chest but I felt like I was being massaged.
"What's wrong with you, Sir Alessandro?"
I placed my hand on her waist, pulling her closer to me. I looked into her gorgeous eyes. Mine was burning with intensity and hers with some sort of cute provocation.
"Can we...fuck after this, Amelia. You're such an hottie and you're killing me."