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Enzo was still sound asleep with his arms caging me and his head on my chest. I've been stuck in this position for the past hour I had been awake, concocting a plan on how I'll wiggle myself out of Enzo's grasp so that he doesn't wake up.

None of it has been working.

So I'm winging it. I grab onto Enzo's head and slowly lift it off my chest.

Jeez, even his head is heavy. How big is his brain?

Once I placed his head back onto the pillow beside me with success, I grabbed one of his arms and placed it over on his side. Then I grabbed my pillow, hugging it to me, and slipping my body from his warmth only to replace it with my pillow.

Once I stand beside the bed, I smile at the scene in front of me.

Enzo now had his arms encased back around the pillow with his head buried into its side.

That's so cute. He thinks it's me.

Too bad I ditched him hehe.

I quietly slip on my slippers and exit the room. I wanted to make breakfast for everyone this morning. Plus I needed to do some baking to relieve the anxiety that was bubbling in me from the thought that I'll have to socialize with many people tonight.

"Oh, Ms. Melennia! Would you like me to make you anything?" A man comes out from the kitchen.

I realize this must be the chef of the house.

"No, I came down to make some breakfast for everyone, and please Lila is fine." I give him a wide smile.

He looks at me bewildered, "But Ms. Mel-I mean uhm...Lila, I'm the chef and I should be making the food."

I shake my head, "Today is your off day."

I place my hands on my hips and attempt to give him a stern look, "Now go get some more sleep in. I'm sure you are still exhausted. Don't worry, if Enzo or anyone else gives you a hard time about it I'll make sure to pummel them." I say confidently.

He gives me a hesitant nod before exiting the kitchen.

I skip over to the large fridge, "Open."

The large fridge slides open and the contents inside push out. I grab a couple of ingredients to make waffles, pancakes, french toasts, oatmeal, along other meat products.

Once I've lined up all the ingredients, I start to get to work.

They are going to eat good today.

I start off by making the mixtures for the pancakes, french toast, and waffles. Once those were done, I make my way to cooking up the french toast all the while cooking up some oatmeal in one pot while bacon and eggs in another pan.

I allow my arms to move on their own as I think back to how my parents had cooked with me. They always were scolding at me for cracking eggs in the wrong way. Sometimes I even mistake the yolk for the egg and throw the shells into the bowl instead of the yolk.

Don't ask how I made that happen.

Dad never allowed me near the pans or pots while they were cooking. He always said he didn't want my skin to get burnt in the process so he opted with settling me in a chair while I watched my parents cook whatever needed to be cooked. I always loved studying my parents as they went on with everyday routines. I noticed how Dad would always keep an arm around mom's waist.

Even if mom always smacked him for it. He only replied with a kiss on her lips to which my 9-year-old self would cover my eyes and yell 'EW'.

It was only now that I've realized just how much I've missed them. Ever since they died, I never allowed myself to properly grieve them. I went on a line of distractions just to make them happy. I wanted to make our names known to the world and owe my parents for the happiness they encased me with.

I wanted a love like theirs.

I hadn't noticed I was crying when I felt a droplet hit my hand. I quickly wiped away my tears as I plated all the food. I decided to put on some music as I continued to cook the oats.

I stroll over to the speaker and connected it to my phone. I scroll through my playlist and hit "I guess I'm in love" by CLINTON KANE.

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Oh I'm obsessed

With the way your head is layin' on my chest

How you love the things I hate about myself

And no one knows, but with you, I see hope again

I start to hum along to the song as I pour the oatmeal into another bowl.

Oh, I'm a mess

When I overthink the little things in my head

You seem to always help me catch my breath

But then I lose it again when I look at you, that's the end

I look at all the prepared foods in front of me with a grin. It all looked so good.

It was only when I've brought everything to the dining table that I noticed someone leaned against the door frame.

Enzo.

I shamelessly checked him out.

He had nothing but gray sweatpants that were hanging dangerously low on his hips. His prominent V-line was on display along with his eight pack. There were large and miniature sets of tattoos across his torso that reached to his back as well. His tatted arms were crossed lazily over his chest. My eyes roamed from his torso to his eyes.

I noticed that his eyes were particularly a light gray almost white in the mornings. He had a wide grin on his face as he was analyzing me. He cocked his head to the side as if asking me what in the world I was doing up so early.

I shake my head in response as I skipped my way over to him.

He quickly wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me in close to him. We stare at each other for ages as we take in every part of each other.

And why do I get so nervous when I look into your eyes?

Butterflies can't stop me fallin' for you

"You look ravish in my clothes amore." He says huskily into my ear.

He cups one side of my face as he rubs his thumb gently across my cheekbones.

Since the chorus was on, I decided to sing along.

And darling, this is more than anything I felt before

You're everything that I want, but I didn't think I'd find

Someone who is worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak

But I know now I found the one I love

Enzo's grin transforms into a breathtaking smile as he watches me sing and sway slightly to the song.

I grab ahold of his hand as we make our way to the center and begin to dance.

I wrap both my arms around his neck as his were around my waist.

And I love the way

You can never find the right things to say

We continued to sway to the music just getting lost in each other's eyes as he grabbed a hold of one of my hands and gently twirled me around. I start to giggle at the action as he continues to look at me with eyes filled with admiration.

And you can't sit still an hour in the day

I'm so in love, let's run away because us is enough

And why do I get so nervous when I look into your eyes?

And butterflies can't stop me fallin' for you

He dips my body without breaking eye contact as my laughter filled the dining hall. He then lifts me back up as the chorus comes into play.

He sings.

And darling, this is more than anything I felt before

You're everything that I want, but I didn't think I'd find

Someone who is worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak

But I know now I found the one

My heart flutters at his soothing and deep voice as his Italian accent comes peeking out slightly. His face and mine are close together as he continues to take my features in. Our lips are just centimeters apart before he closes the space between us.

Our lips move softly against each other. His soft lips pushed against mine with so much passion and love as if he was trying to savor this moment forever. These were the moments I wish time would pause for a minute. I wanted to get lost in his arms, his eyes, his warmth for a lifetime.

I never wanted us to end.

We pulled apart briefly to catch out breaths as the song finishes.

Someone who is worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak

But I know now I found the one I love

His eyes were swirling with so many emotions and for the first time, I noticed he was completely relaxed and his walls are down. It was only us and nothing else.

Click.

We pull apart to see Camilla standing there along with the others filming and taking pictures of us.

"Don't mind us, continue. Please." Enzo's father says.

"You guys are so cute." Damon gushes before throwing his phone.

I continue to admire Enzo at this moment. He wasn't a mafia leader. He wasn't the ruthless and savage man everyone believed he was. He wasn't the CEO of the biggest company in the world.

He was Enzo.

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