I feel his arms tighten around my waist and I slowly open my eyes for the fifth time this morning. His eyes are still closed and he looks so peaceful this way. I didn't plan to spend the night in his bed when I first came in here but sleeping with him feels right.

When he came back home – our home – I was more than happy to see him. I walked into his room to hear the water running in the shower while the screen of his phone was lighting up.

Some Hannah chick was texting him non stop and I couldn't send a reply because his phone is password protected. When she called him, I took that as my chance to tell her off.

I don't like the thought of other women calling him. He is my man now so they should back off. I know he wouldn't cheat on me, well that's what I'm hoping for, but I just know he won't.

We've been together for a little over two weeks and so far we've been good. Nothing bad has happened, maybe a small disagreement once but we are still good.

I know it's too early to predict how this relationship is going to go but I have hope that we are going to work out in the end.

I really like Vincenzo and want to keep this relationship going for however long we can keep the flame burning.

My father will still not be happy with this but when he sees that I'm actually happy with Vincenzo then he might accept him.

Vincenzo groans underneath me as I trace my finger along his toned chest. There's a tattoo of a sun and moon on his left peck which makes him look so attractive.

I've been waiting for him to wake up because when I first woke up, I noticed the case on his night stand. It wasn't there when we fell asleep so I opened it to find his hazel eyes in there.

Vincenzo has contact lenses.

I knew that his hazel eyes did not fit in with his features because they aren't his actual eye colour. I have no idea why he would hide his real eye colour but I badly want to see what it is.

"Amore," he mumbles in a gruff tone and I smile at his sexy morning voice. I wouldn't mind waking up to someone who sounds like this every morning for the rest of my life.

"Morning Enzo," I say as I wait for him to open his eyes. He smiles at me, his eyes still closed and I frown. I move up against his body, causing some friction between us but I don't care.

When I first woke up, I woke up with the blankets tangled up between our legs. Our upper bodies were exposed and something hard was poking into lower my stomach.

I knew exactly what it was and it's still poking between my legs but I'm not going to talk about it.

Vincenzo pinches his eyes tighter when he feels me face come closer to his. "Open your eyes," I say softly while placing my hand on the side of his face but he shakes his head. "Why not?" I ask with a pout, even though he can't see my lips right now.

"No reason," he lies with that smirk of his and I groan.

"I know you have contacts," I say while patting his cheek. "Just let me see your eyes Enzo," I say while cupping his face between both my hands.

"You won't like them."

"Try me."

"Amore, they aren't n–"

"Just don't for me Enzo," I plead before pecking his soft lips. I move away from his face but keep my hands on his cheeks.

He lets out a heavy breath as he opens both his eyes. My eyes widen at the odd colour and he immediately frowns. "You don't like them," he mumbles while turning to the side, causing me to slip off his body.

Vincenzo sits up and turns away from me. He tries to grab the case that contains his contact lenses but I quickly throw my body over his and grab the case from the nightstand first.

Without even second guessing myself, I open the case and throw the contact lenses across the room. "Amore!" He shouts at my drastic actions and I only smile at him as I throw my legs over his to straddle his lap. "I need those," he grumbles and I shake my head.

"Why do you hide your natural eye colour?"

"Because it isn't natural, amore," he sighs while looking down between our bodies. His hands find their way to my waist and he forces me further down on his lap, his morning hard on pressing against my core.

I swallow in an attempt to keep myself calm. I've never been a situation like this but I have the strong urge to rolls my hips over his hard on.

"So are mine," I say, ignoring the urge to roll my hips. He looks up into my eyes with his beautiful eyes and my heart just melts. "But you don't see me hiding my eyes," I say while blinking a few times to emphasis how I let people see my rare eye colour.

"I've always hid my eyes," he admits with a shrug and I sadly shake my head. "The contacts make me look normal."

"Is Lorenzo like this too?" He nods and I sigh. "Y'all shouldn't be hiding y'alls eyes. I like your eyes Enzo," I whisper while cupping his face.

I lift his head up a little higher to get a look at his amazing eyes and he smiles up at me. "Our kids will have the most extraordinary eye colours," he says without stuttering or fumbling over his words to show me that he is sure of what he is saying.

"You want kids with me?" He nods while leaning forward. He places a gentle kiss on my lips before moving to my cheek. "Isn't it too soon to think about kids?"

"Amore, I want to spend the rest of my life with you so of course I want your kids," he chuckles while kisisng my cheek. "But we'll talk about this later, let's go have some breakfast."

Vincenzo gets up from the bed and I wrap my legs around his hips. He walks out of his bedroom while I nuzzle my head into the crook of his neck. He has this natural earthy smell to him and I'm totally in love with it.

Soon enough he puts me down on the kitchen counter and I lift my head from his neck. "I'll make you some breakfast," he says while kissing my cheek.

Vincenzo walks around the kitchen, grabbing ingredients for a simple breakfast, some of them not really fitting with what he's making but I'm not going to question him until he's done making breakfast.

It's cute that he's doing something as simple and small as making me breakfast. I would've never seen something like this coming from someone like him, but I appreciate it.

My plan of making him hate has gone out of the window. I never thought that a man like Vincenzo would be this nice to me. I thought he was going to be possessive and controlling, well he is kind of possessive.

Italian men.

I don't mind him being a bit possessive of me because I'm his woman after all. He is very protective too, which makes him get jealous easily.

When he was telling me to not to walk around the penthouse with only a towel to cover my body, I could see the jealousy brewing on his face.

He was mostly angry because Nicola and Angelo got to see me like that, in a way he only wants himself to see me.

After a while of waiting on the cold kitchen counter, Vincenzo turns around with two plates in hand. He sets on of the plates to the side as he walks to me with the other one.

He stands between my legs and pulls me closer to his body. "I know you don't like eating a lot so here is something small," he says while lifting the bagel in the plate. "Open up amore."

This man sure likes feeding me.

I open my mouth for him and he brings the bagel closer to my mouth. I bite the side, getting a mix of different flavours in that one bite. I take another bite from the bagel, this time bigger than the previous bite.

"What's in this?" I ask while covering my full mouth with my hand. He quickly brings the plate closer when something oozing out of the bagel.

"A pouched egg, pan fried asparagus es* with some lemon, salmon and a few herbs," he says while bringing the bagel up to my mouth and I gladly take another bite out of it.

"This is really good," I mumble between my chewing and he smiles as he waits for me to finish chewing. I take another bite from the bagel and moan at how delicious this is.

"Amore." I hum in response while chewing. "My family wants to meet you, tonight," he says and I almost choke on my food.

I quickly swallow my food and look at him with a look of disbelief. "Don't you think it's too soon for something like that?" I ask while leaning back.

"They found out about us and have been bugging me about meeting you. My mother even threatened to haul the entire family over here if I don't bring you over tonight," he sighs while putting my breakfast to the side.

"I don't want to rush you into things," he says while looking up at me with those beautiful eyes of his. "I don't know how long I can prolong them meeting you but–"

"It's fine."

"Really?" I nod and he frowns. "Amore, you've been going against my rules. I said no rolling your eyes, but you did so yesterday." I groan and shove him to the side as I hop off the kitchen counter.

I fold my arms over my chest as I try to leave but he grabs the back of my shirt and flips me around. He pins me against the closest wall and immediately closes the gap between our bodies.

"There you go with the attitude again," he grits while pulling my arms apart. He pins my hands above my head with his single hand while the other wraps around my neck.

"You had a very bad attitude while you spoke to me and you avoided eye contact with me. You also didn't give me verbal answers last night and you just did it again."

He presses down against my neck, my eyes fluttering shut. He presses harder and I gasp at the foreign feeling of pleasure.

"I'm going to punish you," he says with a smirk and my eyes widen, fearing what he is going to do to me.

Vincenzo let's go of my hands and neck, and walks out of the kitchen, leaving me completely confused.

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What is he going to do?