Il suo fiore innocente

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“I’m feeling fine.” Izabella whined as she slumped on the sofa in the living room. Mr. Knight sighed and sat beside her, fixing his suit jacket, he was ready to go to work, but stopped when Izabella said she was going to work too.

“Princess-” He started just as Sean came down the stairs struggling with his tie.

“-you’re still sick.” He touched her forehead and frowned, her skin was still warm, a sign that she still had a fever. Izabella hummed and motioned Sean over to the sofa, working on his tie the moment he reached her.

“I know, but I want to work. It’s not like I do much anyway.” She argued, not seeing the big deal. In her opinion, she could wipe tables and do everything just fine, she wasn’t paralyzed.

“I’ll call her.” Her father spoke, standing up to get his cellphone from his pants pocket.

“Thank you, princess.” Sean kissed her cheek as he stood up and walked to the front door.

“I’m leaving, dad.” Mr. Knight just nodded at him, too busy talking on the phone to respond. Izabella patiently waited as Jacob came into the living room holding a bottle of water and granola bar.

“You’re leaving?” She asked and he nodded, crouching to kiss her hair before nodding at his father and walking out with his keys in his hand. Mr. Knight ended the call and turned to Izabella with a smile.

“Amelia said you can go, but on one condition.” The young woman rolled her eyes, but there was a faint smile on her lips.

“What is that?”

“You’re only going to make the drinks.” Izabella nodded defeatedly as she rose to her feet.

“Okay.” She mumbled and walked out the door, her father following behind her.

“Do you want me to drop you?” He asked and she shook her head, glancing around the area for any sign of Leo. He was always around, either in the garden or on the swing on the raised platform.

“No. I’ll have Leo drop me. I don’t want you to be late.” Mr. Knight nodded, hugged her sideways and walked to his car, smiling at her just before shutting the door, the tinted windows of his car making it difficult for her to see him.

“Izzy?” Leo’s voice came from the side of her and she turned to smile at him as he walked up to her.

“Hey, Leo!” She chirped and the man smiled and greeted her.

“Do you need to go somewhere today?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yes, actually I do. Can you drop me at work? I didn’t want dad to be late.” Leo laughed airly and nodded, taking his keys from his pocket.

“Of course. It’s my job, remember?" Izabella blushed at his words. She had totally forgotten that. She rarely ever asked Leo to drive her around since she had her brothers and father.

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

It was a little after seven in the night and Izabella had just gotten off the phone with her father. He had wanted her to leave earlier since she was sick, but she told him Leo would drop her home and that he should head home instead of going to pick her up.

Amelia was in the back room doing some paperwork.

Izabella’s stomach rumbled and she decided to eat. She retrieved a slice of the cake and made herself a chocolate latte sprinkled with peppermint. It was her favourite.

She sat behind the counter and began eating, smiling as she sipped her latte. The bell above the door rang and she looked up, her breath getting caught in her throat at the sight of him.

It was one thing to see him in a suit, but it was totally different to see him in jeans, a white t-shirt that clung to his torso and a black leather jacket. It made him seem more like a rebel which Izabella was sure would drive any woman crazy.

Heck, she was having a hard time restraining herself from trailing her eyes downwards.

“Fiore.” His voice was low and gravelly, making Izabella shiver. She looked up and met his eyes, her body heating up under his ardent gaze.

Enrico took confident steps towards the counter, eyeing her like his prey waiting to be devoured. His eyes roamed her face, taking in her astounded expression and her slightly parted lips.

How he longed to have a taste of them, he knew it would surely be better than anything he could’ve ever imagined. He took a seat on one of the stools and watched her.

Izabella felt extremely nervous in his presence, especially when he watched her like he did at that moment, like he wanted to devour her. She noticed he let down his walls and smiled, choosing to speak up.

“Is there anything I can get you?” Enrico nodded, his messy, dark hair falling into his eyes and Izabella resisted the urge to brush it back, gluing her eyes to his face.

“What I really want is not on the menu.” He mumbled and left Izabella confused. She didn’t know why he went to a place that didn’t have what he wanted.

“Not on the menu?” She asked and he shook his head.

“I’d like a drink. What do you suggest?” His eyes fell to the cup and plate on the counter, near the glass case.

“Are those yours?” He asked and Izabella nodded, not sure why he had asked.

Before she could speak, Enrico reached for the cup and brought it up to his lips, taking a small sip of it’s contents before smiling to himself and putting the cup back in it’s previous place.

Izabella stayed quiet the entire time, too stunned to speak as she witnessed the world’s most dangerous man drink from her cup, the same cup she had just drank from. It was almost like they kissed because he had turned the cup around to the same spot she had drunk from.

“T-the chocolate l-latte with peppermint i-is good.” She stuttered out, barely overcoming her shock and Enrico’s eyes met hers. He knew exactly what he had just done. He knew it was hers because he was watching her from his car across the street.

“Are you just suggesting that because I’m Italian?” His eyes narrowed at the poor girl and hers widened.

“No!” She all but shouted and he smirked, amused at her reaction.

“It really is good. It’s my favourite.”

“Is that it?” He asked, pointing to her cup he had taken a sip from and she only nodded, praying he wouldn’t drink from it again.

“Then I’ll have that.” He said, flashing her a rare smile and she abruptly turned around after nodding to get started on his latte. She felt his gaze on her all the while, following her as she moved.

“That’ll be $1.70.” She spoke, placing the steaming cup in front of him. Enrico nodded and took out his wallet, the picture of a girl that very much looked like him fell out and he instantly picked it up, stuffing it back in and handing Izabella the money, his eyes meeting hers.

Of course, Izabella wondered who the girl was and where she was. As far as she knew, his family was dead and that photo looked old, maybe she was his sister. Either way, she had to agree that good genes was a trait in his family. Surely, his children were going to be beautiful. Izabella couldn’t imagine anyone marrying someone like Enrico Silvano.

Sure, he was handsome, but the image of him standing at the end of the aisle in a black and white tuxedo in a church, surrounded by flowers and people made her giggle.

She didn’t know she had done that out loud until she saw Enrico looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Something funny?” He asked and she shook her head, schooling her expression and biting her bottom lip. Enrico’s eyes followed the movement, his grip tightening on the cup in his hands.

He didn’t bother telling her to stop, thinking she would get inquisitive and ask him a question he wasn’t prepared to answer.

He sipped on his latte as he watched her awkwardly walk to her left over cake and eat the rest. He waited for her to drink her latte, but was surprised when she threw it away, however, he realized it must have gotten cold by then.

“This is good.” He commented, licking the little pieces of peppermint candy from his lips. Izabella hummed, not knowing exactly how to respond.

Eventually, it became too uncomfortable and Izabella blurted out the first thing that came to her mind.

“Why were you at the orphanage yesterday?” Enrico’s head shot up, surprised at her sudden question before he chuckled.

“I’m a sponsor there." His words shocked her. She had visited there for the past three years and had never seen him.

Upon seeing her confused expression, Enrico decided to clear things up.

“I’ve been a sponsor for five years now and I rarely visit. I saw you a few times with the children. They like you.” At the mention of the children, Izabella smiled, recalling the events of yesterday.

“I really like them too.” Enrico was enraptured by her brilliant smile. To him, she was the most beautiful thing he had seen in his lifetime and it mattered so much to him that he was actually talking to her. After so many years of admiring her from afar, she was just a few inches away. If he had stretched out his hand, he would’ve been touching her.

“Enrico!” Amelia’s voice broke the peaceful silence and Enrico stood up with a smile on his face.

“Amelia, it’s good to see you again.” Izabella was surprised when Amelia launched herself at him, wrapping her chubby arms around his waist.

“I knew you’d come.” She said and pulled away after a while of them hugging.

“I guess.”

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