The Woman Of THREE CROWN PRINCES
NON POSSO VIVERE SENZA ON TE Part 61. Too Polite Boyfriend?! 2
The overly polite Guilio was like he wasn't.
I don't know him that, he teases women like Bova, blatantly, kisses and hugs at will. Although he thinks he's taking into account the woman's body language. Somehow he always succeeds.
Or maybe because I haven't said I like it. But I wasn't always there for him, wasn't that needless to say...
He kept that up for the next two weeks. I was curious to think about that, though,... I just want to be treated like a lover, not a friend. What distinguishes lovers and friends is his affection, is not it so.
What if I visit him to Milan. Before the farm gets busy in early spring. There will be a Valentine's Day celebration...La Festa Degli Innamorati's.
I can give him a little surprise, right. He gave me his address in Milan. Before he flies to Catania I'll be there Friday night.
Will his attitude change? Is he still going to be polite?
So I now pulled my little suitcase, at 4pm, searched his house on Via (Jalan) Senato in Milan by taxi, and a peach-colored building by the side of the road was his house.
A 40-year-old woman opened the door, probably her housekeeper. He looked at me for a moment.
"Who's looking for her?"
"Mr Guilio is back?" He looked at me in wonder.
"Master never allowed girls here except for his family." It seems Guilio never brought a woman here. Hm... Casanova did not want to be terrorized in his private home. You're too cunning.
"I'm Monica Minetti..."
"Ahhhhh...Jesus, Miss Monica? You're the one Mr. Guilio talked about. Come inside.enter. Why didn't you tell me your name." It turned out that it was true that Guilio gave my name to his housekeeper. "I'm Miss Yolanda. Let me help you with your suitcase." He immediately let me in.
"Mr Guilio is back at what time?"
"Hmm. usually over 9 Miss, after dinner. If he wanted to have dinner at home he would have told me, the guards and your assistants sometimes like to look for me to ask for food. Tonight he said he'd have dinner here because there's a morning flight tomorrow. Usually at eight o'clock she's already here, miss..." Yolanda told him well about his master.
"Hmm well, I prepared Yolanda's dinner alone, I brought the ingredients."
"Ohh well Miss, I'll take Miss's suitcase to your room first. I am so glad to meet Miss. Didn't you know Miss was coming here? He didn't tell me..."
"Ehmm not really, it's a surprise."
"Ahh romantic surprise from the lover." I smiled broadly in response to Yolanda.
So a few hours later I was busy preparing our dinner with Yolanda, waiting for her to return home with a pounding. It's a surprise anyway.
When the sound of the door opened later and he was heard telling the driver and his bodyguard to come back, I thumped.
I sat down at the dinner table, while the food was already stacked. He walked into the dining room still looking at his cell phone and his work clothes. Her hair was neatly combed back with a tie that was already a little loose.
"Yolanda, get me the pot..." He didn't see me, still standing and typing something on his phone. While I sat at the dinner table.
"How...?! Why you... You're here why don't you say..." I approached him, he looked at me and looked back and forth at the dining table in awe. "You prepared this?"
"The cheese is still in the oven." I smiled, she still couldn't believe seeing me standing in front of her.
"Why didn't you tell me you wanted to come?" His hands are embracing my waist now, bringing me closer to him.
"Surprise..." He saw my eyes. "Do you not want me here..."
"What are you saying, I'm so glad you're here."
"Hmm.really."
"Of course." Kiss me, I want you to say that with a kiss. I pulled her tie, kissed her lips briefly, made her eyes lock on me, made her hug me tighter then, it felt good.
"Cineluna... Are you hungry." I smiled at him.
"Hmmm..." She didn't mind my question, but kissed me again. Finally he kissed me, made me put my hand on his neck. "Thank you for coming here Cara. Miss you..." I smiled happily at his confession.
"Let's eat,..." I told him to sit down. He must be hungry.
"Why don't you tell me I can go home early..."
"Yolanda says you're home before eight, I don't want to bother you. I made your favorite pasta and there's baked gnocchi." He smiled as he saw me bring out the first meal.
"You shouldn't have to work this way." I don't care what he says. He's hungry I know,...
"Is delicious..." I'm happy to see her eating so voraciously, but I still want my compliments to be said.
"You made it delicious. Who can beat Minetti all over Catania." I laugh. If anyone praises your cooking, eats it voraciously, everything you do it pays off. Although my love in the kitchen isn't as big as Mamma's, I'd rather be in the garden with Dad if I could choose.
"Don't eat too much, there's still steak, you'll be overwhelmed."
"I'll spend it after the steak." I smiled widely, he was exaggerating sometimes. I picked up the steak I still had in the oven.
"What time did you arrive?"
"So 4 o'clock. Yolanda wondered how an unknown girl could get here."
"I told you if it's Monica Minetti she can come in, you can even show me your picture, I'll tell you I'll take her."
"No, she remembers when I said my name was Monica Minetti, don't scold her."
"Really, he doesn't make things difficult for you. He's a tough guy sometimes."