The Woman Of THREE CROWN PRINCES
YOUR SUGAR BABY WANNA BE Part 26. The palermo 2
POV Bova's
Vanilla fell asleep on the plane bench. I saw it with mixed feelings, something was wrong with me I guess. Why do I feel like tidying up her hair and yearning to hug her again. That vanilla fragrance was circulating around me and made me think what if I smelled it on his nape mixed with his body odor.
Damnit damnit! My mind is everywhere now.
I wish he touched me somehow. Just holding my hand maybe I'll like the taste. But he didn't give me that chance, holding my arm just didn't. He didn't give me any chance. Put up a defense as high as our friend said.
Should I go after him? But he's been calling me ugly, I've said no I can't change it, but he's set a dead price about not accepting my principles. He cannot accept a relationship without a bond. I should have forced him to sign the contract. But she can't hate me instead.
Or should I just try walking with him as a lover. Is he willing, or is he rejecting me.
Her hair covered her cheeks, I tidied up a little. And his head is now resting on my shoulder. I smile.
Sweet.. Don't be sad anymore Vanilla. I smiled as she looked comfortable posing for me.
He moved and came to his senses, opened his eyes to see me, conscious of his own position.
"Sorry."
"Nothing." I want to hug her if she knows the truth.
"Are we there." He has re-straightened his sitting position.
"Yes we're here any minute I guess, in about twenty minutes I guess. Drink that..." I gave him the mineral water that was distributed while he was asleep. "You're hungry, there's pastry and pasta in aluminum foil."
"Hmm.thank you." Hutted for him. He ate quickly, apparently hungry.
"You hungry? We'll eat first, travel far enough, maybe an hour more."
"You're not after dinner at home, your mom would want you to eat at home with the others. This is enough." He understands and thinks of my mother. Very different from the spoiled Sophia and want to always be obeyed, even she became Drama Queen finally, I have no tolerance about the queen drama is a problem that must be resolved before it becomes big.
But maybe because Eliza is experienced, she is often in a family position. He's been through so much that he knows how to put himself in better shape. And not selfish....
"It's up to you. What matters is that we should have family dinner. Your mother would want us to eat with them. Can't be too full, he must have prepared a lot of food and we have to finish it."
This is how it turns out to be if you have an adult partner. It feels like complementing not making a burden. Maybe all this time I was wrong not to find the right person. A good partner should complement, support, and not make you feel burdened.
"Don't eat too fast, we're still a long time, you're full of stuff. No one's after you." I cleaned the pasta sauce that was too wide. He saw me doing it with a stunned look.
"Let me just..." She wanted to take my handkerchief, but I held her hand.
"Sit's a little Vanilla." He always tried to resist whatever I did. "Well, done, eat again." I smiled at him. He looked at me with a slightly red face. I'm glad he's fascinated.
There's no denying we're actually attracted to each other. Tearing down the wall requires a struggle. It's okay, maybe that's the art... I will make her feel pursued and appreciated, waiting for her to give up willingly. Once she felt I was forcing her because I was giving her help she would stay away from me.
"Thank you." He ate back away from my eyes.
"You're going to Catania see your dad later?"
"Hmm..do we have time? We're back in the week? If it's all right, said Auntie I'm fine, enjoying her time there. Even though she finally found out about the news, I convinced her I could deal with it."
"You woman, she must be thinking how you deal with Gianni, here's how if we change the flight plan to Milan Monday morning, Sunday afternoon we drive there. He'd be calmer if I could help explain it to him."
"Can that? Didn't I trouble you?"
"Can. I don't have any urgent work Monday..." He looks relieved now.
"Bova thank you. Why are you so good to me." Now she smiles sweetly at me.
"I am good. You always think bad about me. My stamp is Don Juan serial killer, that's what's on your mind." Now he's laughing.
"Well, you're a good Don Juan." Gaining her trust is everything now.
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