Chapter 39 Blissful Moment

Alessandro made love to Mia again, and again, coming inside her many times. By the time he was done, Mia was breathless, utterly exhausted, and fully sated, the aftermath of their mind-blowing sex. Alessandro reclined back in the seat while Mia struggled to find her strength. As she tried to sit up, Alessandro's strong arms prevented her from moving. She sighed, surrendering to his steely embrace, and slumped against his chest in defeat. The Italian don picked up her overcoat and draped it over them, holding her close as they lay there, eyes closed, wrapped in each other's arms In that blissful moment, they forgot about their problems-the car that wouldn't start, the snowfall that hadn't ceased. Time seemed to stand still as they enjoyed the peace of being together. After a while, Alessandro's phone pinged with a notification, disturbing their serene slumber. He picked up his phone, glanced at the screen, and then looked at Mia's face lovingly. "Help has arrived. Now we can go home," Alessandro declared. Mia was surprised to realize he had called for help. She hadn't noticed him sending a text, but maybe she was too tired after their passionate, hot sex to notice anything. He helped her straighten her dress while she buttoned up his shirt. Then she checked his temperature again by touching his forehead. He watched her intently as she took care of him, his eyes following her every move. The rescuers attached chains to the car and began shoveling snow from around the tires. This time, Alessandro took the driving seat. The tow truck led the way, its plow pushing aside snowdrifts, and they were escorted to the nearest hotel. They had to stay there until the morning because the road ahead was blocked. Mia sat beside a big heater in the lobby of the hotel, looking around and observing her surroundings. It wasn't a five-star hotel, but it had everything they needed to survive the snowy storm. She leaned back, letting the warmth seep into her bones, and glanced at Alessandro, who was talking to the clerk. Her eyes followed his every action and movement, enticed by his dark, intimidating aura and alluring charm, even though he was not in his best health. Then suddenly, Alessandro turned toward her, making her swiftly avert her gaze and pretend to admire the plain walls of the hotel lobby. She was doomed if he noticed her ogling him. secretly. Alessandro walked toward her lazily with a stern face. "Mia!" he called her by her first name, and Mia was surprised to hear him. "The clerk said. they have only you mind sharing a room with me?" he asked in hist e room. Do expressionless voice... Mia rolled her eyes internally. Was he really serious? She was stunned by how quickly he had changed, becoming the cold businessman again. "Do I have a choice?" she shot back. Alessandro nodded. "Alright. Here is the key card. You go to the room. I will come after signing their form." Mia took the key card and went straight to the room. The bellboy carried their luggage. Her phone battery was drained, and it had turned off, so she did the first thing that came to mind: she put her phone on charge. She needed to talk to her kids. After a while, the room door opened while Mia was unpacking clothes from her luggage to change into something comfortable for the night. Alessandro's imposing figure entered the room, and he closed the door, locking the safety latch. "Why didn't you lock the door, huh?!" he questioned, his tone laden with frustration. Mia swallowed nervously as he approached. Once again, they were alone in the small, closed room, causing her heart to pound with nervousness. "Um... I thought you would be coming, so..." she murmured, avoiding looking at the imposing figure before her. "Next time you're alone in a room, make sure to lock the door," Alessandro instructed authoritatively. He shrugged off his coat and tie, heading to the bathroom. When he emerged, he was only wearing his boxers and nothing else. "Mr. Valentino?!" Mia squealed, her eyes widening. "Why are you not wearing clothes?" Alessandro looked at her, slightly cocking his head before he answered, "I used to sleep like this." "But... but it's very cold and you have a fever, Mia tried to reason firmly, but her voice faltered. Alessandro glanced around the room and gestured. The room temperature is well maintained," he said, heading towards the bed. "If you're done fumbling with your stuff," he gestured towards her suitcase, "then come," he patted the bed beside his empty spot. "Let's call it a night." Mia's throat suddenly felt dry at the thought of sharing a bed with this dangerously sexy mafia king. She had just experienced how he could seduce her while half-conscious with fever; now, he seemed more composed than before. What was going on in his mind was impossible to read, as his expressions were always so serious and his cold blue eyes emotionless. It left Mia even more confused about whether it was a good idea to share the bed or not. "What are you thinking, Mia?" Alessandro spoke lazily. "Um... sharing the bed is too intimate, Mr. Valentino," Mia murmured, chewing on her lips nervously. "First off, it's Alessandro to you. And secondly, we were in a very intimate position just an hour ago, so I think sharing a bed is nothing," he whispered huskily. His eyes darkened with desire as his gaze slowly roamed over her as if undressing her and devouring every inch of her body. Shameless prick! Mia muttered in her mind. Picking up her nightie, she quickly went into the bathroom.