Italian Lover

The Part 10

“No,” said Lucius agreed. “I still have to deal with the rebellious sister. As long as he stays at Cotone I can order him to obey the rules I set, but the punishment I can give him remains his limit.”

“I can understand,” said Gina carefully. “Donata after all is not a child anymore.”

“It's eighteen years old,” Lucius explained in a rather loud tone. “Supposedly now he has thought of getting married and having children of his own!”

“Married is not the only purpose of a woman's life.” Gina felt she had to protest Lucius' words, though a vaguely heard disapproving voice in her mind.

Lucius' eyes looked at Gina with disapproving eyes. “You mean to be single for life?”

“I didn't say that. It all depends if I can find a decent man to marry me.”

“Dan, of course, who also wants to marry you.”

“Well, it's clear.” Lucius' subtle innuendo made his blood rustle, and he avenged it. “Two hearts intertwined for

forever! It's worth the wait, isn't it?”

“Heart only has a part role,” said Lucius. “Body and mind also have a share. The woman I'm going to marry should be able to

satisfying every part of me.”

“Basic cocky men!” reply Gina. He was utterly upset by Lucius' blunt statement. “Let you know the taste, if it turns out.” He stopped because he heard Lucius' laughter and realized he had been lured. “Let you know the taste, if it turns out that no woman wants to

marry you!” Gina finished her sentence with a slap. “But I know,

that is impossible.”

Lucius' laughter broke even more. “So you admit that women have a hard time rejecting men like me?”

“I acknowledge you as a man who has many advantages over just a handsome face, Count Carandente,” Gina said with great emphasis.

If the words were meant to lower Lucius' ego by a few inches, then he had failed miserably, because Lucius only shrugged, “Although Ottavia insisted, but the woman I married would not carry the title of Contessa, he said, because in reality he was not obligated to hold that title, as was the case with anyone in these last few hundred. Like I told you this morning, it's just a status symbol. And I am at all

not seeing the benefits.”

“And that means,” Lucius continues with teasing eyes, “that stay to me is just that handsome face you mentioned

earlier. A face that can heat up your English and Italian blood to the point of

the difference is no longer a problem. Or are you still trying

denying what is between us, cara?”

Gina paused her intention to spit out a poignant answer from her trembling lips because it would only further inflame the man's passion and not dispel him, while Lucius eagerly walked over to him. Gina asked in her heart, why would she get caught up in a situation of such a play on words?

“You can forget whatever's in your brain!” gina said, trying to sound assertive. He refrained from pushing Lucius while Lucius withdrew. “I told you, I don't want to

messing around!”

As if oblivious to anything other than the sensation caused by Lucius' kiss: gina's heart was pounding so hard that

sounding in his ears, a warm feeling spread from his body, his legs growing

the old man grew increasingly limp and urged him to give in to a sudden desire

rise uncontrollably within him. Lucius clenched Gina tighter, squeezing Gina's soft body into her masculine body— made the girl aware of her stiffening parts and it made Gina even more excited. The words Lucius muttered while kissing Gina's lips wiped away all the language differences between them.

Lucius could be his close cousin, all of a sudden

that possibility flashed through Gina's mind, the possibility of it immediately resuscitating

himself.

“Quite,” said Gina loudly, while pulling away from Lucius's decapitation. “Malah actually this has gone too far!”

Gina thought Lucius would be angry because he pulled away when they were so excited, and she was really surprised when Lucius just laughed and shook his head.

“I don't think so, not for the two of us, but we don't need to hurry. If you want, you can join me and Cesare on the porch for drinks. He must want to know your injuries are severe or not.”

Lucius gathered the items he had taken out of the P3K box, then left Gina standing alone in the

his room and he felt himself a fool. Lucius may have been aroused, but it seems obvious that the man has strong self-control. Lucius could not have humbled himself by insisting on satisfaction, though he believed he could get it.

If he were to tell Lucius the truth now, and find out that they were close cousins, it would surely embarrass them both. Probably the best way

he did was forget all this and go home to England as soon as his car

finish repaired.

And spent my whole life wondering, he thought again. She was the daughter of Giovanni Carandente, and she had already begun the search

that, so he had to finish it, no matter what the outcome. There must be a way to find out if his father came from this place without unmasking himself.

Gina intended to spend the whole morning in her room, but it was inappropriate for a guest. So, while considering the bandage on his knee, he wore a glove-modeled skirt with a silk vest equivalent and slipped his feet into a pair of flip-flops. It was not haute couture, but the clothes were appropriate for her.

Gina let her hair down on her shoulders and face without makeup except for a lipstick on her lips. Slipping a pair of sunglasses over his head, he walked towards the terrace. There he saw, not only Lucius and Cesare had to face him, but also Ottavia and Donata. Ottavia at that time was already wearing her clothes and looking beautiful.

Donata, wearing casual trousers as well as a t-shirt, and hair that was combed carelessly with his hands, still looked like a rebellious teenager like yesterday when he was wearing clothes from

leather material. He looked at Gina's arrival indifferently.

Not so with Cesare, who immediately jumped to his feet and helped him sit very friendly, a contrast compared to the attitude of the two brothers.

Seriate…