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Chapter 122: Your Fingers Are Magic Angelia

"My father denied my existence, I was just a bastard son. No, I am just one of his consequences." Riccardo continued. "He left first before I was even born and then left my mother. One day, she took off and ran, leaving me in the care of my grandparents. My mother didn't want a toddler ruining her chance at replaceing a new man to pay for her glamorous lifestyle. They both left me to fend for myself, I am just grateful I had my grandparents." He lifted his wine glass and took a long sip. He hadn't looked at me since he started telling his story, all the while, I had silently urged him to.

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you remember when Marshall mentioned I helped that restaurant owner start his own business?" He asked, shocking me with the change of the direction of this conversation. Finally, his eyes connected with mine and my breath caught. They held a weight that seemed impossible to bear, I nodded my head in response.

"You see, sometime in his elderly days, my father suddenly reached out. I didn't know what

it.'

changed his mind but he wanted to get to know me. I was already seventeen years old at that time and had just started college. He thought he could buy his way into my life with money but I didn't want it. So instead, I put it aside and later gave it to someone who needed "You gave it to Noah, the owner of the restaurant?" I asked.

"Yes, I did that." He nodded.

"But did this yacht come into the picture?

My father kept trying to get in my good grace, I was spiteful, though. So he was out of luck. I had survived seventeen years without him and I wouldn't allow him to come waltzing in as if he had. the right to do so. For years, he kept trying and for years I shut him out. I wouldn't give him a second chance, I didn't know he had written me into his will after he died and his lawyer

contacted me. Along with one-fourth of his money, I got this boat. He had also written a note, telling me all things I never let him and it was about how much he regretted putting his image over his son. About him and my mother, and what he felt for her even years later. He said he regretted letting us both go and he named this boat with her in mind." 1/5

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"Aurelia?" I asked, remembering the name written on the side of the boat.

nodded.

"Why didn't you." I trailed off, not knowing how to ask the question.

"Why didn't I rename it?" He guessed and I nodded.

"Because.... It reminds me that when I do fall in love, I will treat her with all the care I have and never let her go. It reminds me to never make the same mistake

my father did "

The look he gave me laden with meaning and it made my heart stutter in its cage.

The mood was somber after he had told me about his childhood, I didn't know what to say, so I

didn't say anything at all. Instead, I left my chair and crawled up on his lap, resting my cheek against his chest. I hooked my arms around him and gave me a hug. I didn't know which of us needed it the most but my heart broke at his story and I could tell he didn't like to revisit that part of his life. He had been tense and angry when he talked about his parents and all I wanted to do was comfort him. He let out a breath as he relaxed under my touch and hugged me back, his head I fell into the crook of my neck.

The sound of something being placed on the table made me withdraw from his embrace just enough to see that the same man had put down a plate of chocolate cake. It was a huge piece, more than enough for the both of us. "Thank you," I said to the retracting man and he stopped only for a second to give me a nod before moving away and giving us space.

I didn't make a move to get off his lap, and he didn't let me go either. We sat like this in silence for a couple of minutes before the scent of chocolate became irresistible. He shifted my post on his lap with little effort so my back was to his front. One of his hands rested on my thigh while the other reached for one of the teaspoons and filled it with cake. "Open your mouth, honey." He said as he held the spoon to my

mouth.

I didn't object, I hummed as the creamy chocolate goodness hit my taste buds. He continued feeding me and himself, taking turns on who would get the spoon of cake. There was intimacy in letting him feed me and I think both of us took pleasure in it. He was back to his relaxed self as if the conversation about his parents never happened. When the plate was empty, we walked back inside to the warm living room. As I sat down on the couch, he went to the speakers and hooked it to his phone. The sound of cool and romantic music filled the room. I was surprised when! walked up to me, offering me one of his hands.

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"What are you doing?" I asked, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Angelia, will you give me the pleasure of dancing with you?" He smiled warmly down at me.

It was rare when either one of them used my name but when they did, it made my heart thump loudly in my chest. Hesitantly, I accepted his hand and he helped me to the couch.

"I have never done this before." 1 admitted with a blush.

When would I ever have had the chance to dance with someone when I had never been on a date

before. Sure, I went to prom in high school with some friends but I stayed far away from the

dance

floor,

1001.

"You will be fine, just relax and let me lead." He said it against my ear.

His lips tickled my skin and I shivered in his arms and he guided my hands around his neck while he placed his around my waist, holding me tightly against him.

"See, this isn't so hard."

He said as we started moving gently to the slow music.

He was right, as long as I relaxed and let him lead, it wasn't a problem. I didn't even step on his feet which I was oddly proud of.

"You are right." I whispered.

'Nothing is ever hard I when I am with you." I added.

Resting my head on his chest, we danced through the song. Feeling of joy and affection filled me as we moved in sync, my body instinctively followed him. When the third song was over, he grabbed my chin and angled my lips to his own, kissing me sweetly. I melted against him and a soft sigh escaped me as we withdrew from each other. Thank you, Riccardo." I said softly.

"What for?" He asked.

"For everything, for this night. It has been perfect."

"This evening isn't over yet." He smiled.

sit down and I will go get us some wine." He gave me one last kiss before moving away from me.

Taking a seat on the couch, I took the heels off and groaned. While I could wear heels without breaking my ankles, they were far from comfortable.

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Because it reminds me to never make the same mistake my father did.' Riccardo's words echoed in my mind when I got a second to myself. He joined me promptly with two wine in his hands. I took a few sips before laying down with my head on his lap, making myself comfortable. The one and a half glass I have had this night left me feeling warm and cozy. The captain had steered the boat back to the harbor left with the chef while we stayed put. "What are you thinking about?" He asked, his hand automatically started stroking my hair.

If he had made my plan for this part of the evening, he didn't seem in a hurry to get them, which was fine by me. I enjoyed simply being in his company. "The conversation we had earlier." I responded honestly.

"Which part of it?" He stopped playing with my hair but started again a few seconds later.

"Every part but mostly the one above you not making the same mistake as your father."

I could still

I cou

still feel the look he had given me when he had told me that, it was like he had been telling me something more with his eyes when he said that.

"Umm, what about it?"

"...I don't know. It just stuck with me, I guess." My words ended in a yawn and he chuckled.

"Tired, are we?"

"It is your fault." I accused him.

f not for your magical fingers, I would have been wide awake right now." The way he was stroking my hair was so damn good and so relaxing, I couldn't help how my eyes grew heavy.

"Oh, my bunny. I am well aware of how fantastic my fingers are. In fact you are well acquainted with them." He smirked smugly.

"Or do you need a reminder of just how magical they are in other places?"

And just like that, the atmosphere in the room changed, the relaxation in my body shifted to something else, something more intense.