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Fire and Flame Pt. 4 (Massimo x Reader)

I’m so glad you guys liked the last part so much, please let me know what you think about this one, it really helps me when I see the comments. Enjoy!

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The summer breeze caressed (y/n)s bare arms and kissed her cheeks that were flushed due to the wine she had consumed. She looked at the garden smiling like only a drunk person could and raised her one leg so she could half sit at the marble of the balcony. Her feet were aching from the heels and she was kind of wobbly so she needed support. As she raised the glass of rose wine on her lips to take one more sip she felt a pair of eyes on her.

“Couldn’t resist?”

“Didn’t want to”

Massimo responded as he approached her. He didn’t make his presence known from the beginning cause one thing he loved was to observe her, she looked like a picture out of a fairytale, her beautiful pastel pink dress combined with her hair down caressing the exposed skin on her as she was bathed in moonlight perfected the image of a princess.

She smiled at him, her eyes squinting together in that cute smile he loved but so rarely saw, he liked seeing her like this, happy, carefree. He took a seat on the balcony as well right in front of her.

“You’re drunk”

“I’ve had more than I should but I’m not drunk”

Massimo nodded. She was slurring and her nose was red however he chose not to fight it, it was rare for her to look so…. Comfortable. He took her hand in his and just looked at her delicate fingers, her hand was so small compared to his, her touch was soft, warm, so different from his strong hold.

“Are you having fun piccolina?”

“I’m not small, I had to alter this dress in order to fit into it”

“I’m glad you are finally gaining some weight, I actually came out here cause I thought the wind was going to blow you off like a feather”

She giggled at his comment lightly. As she hummed to herself (y/n) leaned in and scouted closer to him so he could wrap her in his arms which Massimo immediately did. Her perfume engulfed him immediately, that sweet scent of jasmine and vanilla mixed with orange was causing him to think that this is what heaven smells like.

“How’s your new girlfriend?”

“She’s drunk and hugging me in the balcony”

“Smart but won’t fool me”

(Y/n) and Massimo were complicated to say the least. Since they met they had each other at an iron grip but they were always playing with fire, they never let themselves fully burn.

“Piccolina they are girlfriends, you will be my wife”

“I hate when you say that”

She mumbled in annoyance before she pulled away from him and fully got up, tossing her hair on one side. Massimo looked at her puzzled, she was irritated at his comment but he was just being honest with her. Their situation wasn’t the easiest, if something was ever to happen between them it had to be the end deal for both of them or else there would be a vendetta and that’s the last thing on Massimo’s mind

“Why are you playing games with me? Is this a way for our families to stay friends?”

“You insult me just by thinking like that, is that how low you think of me?”

“I- I don’t know what I think of you Massimo”

She tried to walk away from him but Massimo grabbed her wrist, preventing her from exiting and leaving him alone. (Y/n) met his gaze as her eyebrows scrunched together.

“Don’t leave me, I don’t want us to fight”

(Y/n) sighed before opening her arms and wrapped them around his waist so she could get lost in his arms. Massimo kissed the top of her head and she raised her head, resting her chin on his chest.

“You know that if this happens it will be like releasing two tigers from their cage”

“The fire with the flame”

“What if you leave me broken?”

She questioned him, her voice barely above a whisper as she stared at him with doe eyes, her lips barely open. He wanted to kiss her, rip that dashing dress off her and take her right on this balcony for everyone to see, for everyone to know she is his.

He resisted his animalistic urge and just left a small kiss at the nape of her neck, his lips tracing all the way up to her earlobe, making her heart flutter and her breath to get shallow.

“Then I give you permission to ruin my life”

“Please Massimo don’t make this harder than it already is”

She warned him, her hand going up to his chin to pull him away so she could look him in the eye. Her hues were darker than before due to the lust that had taken over her, Massimo’s fingers found her cheek and with his thumb he started to draw circles on her hot flesh as they stared at one another

“I feel like I’m burning”

“It’s your flame responding to my fire… amore”

-

That was the last time they spoke. That was his last words before they heard someone come in and pulled away from one another and (y/n) ran away to go look for her dad.

That night played in her head for a long time before she managed to bury it deep inside her memories. After his rude intrusion to her bedroom that memory was brought to the fighting front of her brain, she slept for only a few hours since all her dreams were about him.

When everyone started to wake up and come down for breakfast they were met by (y/n) sitting down at the table of Massimo’s garden with coffee in her hand.

“Good morning”

“Good morning gioia, I didn’t except for you to be up so early”

Mario said as he went to leave a kiss at the top of her head. He always felt like she was the daughter he never had, seeing her flourish made him puff his chest with pride, her father was a fair, smart man and she filled his shoes with such force.

(Y/n) smiled at him before she fixed her big sunglasses as Mario sat next to her.

“I wanted to check something about our new employees, specifically the gardener”

“What about him?”

“Nothing in particular, I just didn’t expect to have someone from Spain”

“(Y/n) don’t lie to me”

“He’s cute ok? Is that so bad?”

Mario laughed at (y/n)s little secret, earning a little smack at his upper arm from her.

“I’m sorry gioia, nothing is wrong, you are young and you work a lot. It’s just so… stereotypical, the rich girl and the gardener”

“I must agree, I expected better from you”

Massimo said coldly. He had lingered in the back in order to listen to their honest conversation and when he realized what it was about he was furious, he had no right to be but that didn’t stop him. (Y/n)s facial expression changed to match his and turned her head away from him and back to Mario

“You know what nonnino maybe Massimo’s right, it would be better if I kidnapped a tourist and made him love me, genius”

She responded sarcastically with a smirk. Mario held back his laugh but didn’t successfully hide his smile, Massimo looked at him and the older man went back to his poker face. Massimo just sat down on the opposite side of the table and served himself some water.

(y/n) on the other hand was boiling with rage, she couldn’t get over the fact that he just barged in her room in order to swoon her and now he thought he had a say in her love life. The icing on the cake was his wedding ring shining under the hot Sicilian sun. She bit the inside of her cheek and decided she had had enough, she shot up from her chair and walked away without a word. He was so full of arrogance that it made her want to strangle him

Once she got inside the house her eyes went to the table that was sitting at the entrance. Last time there was not a vase with chrysanthemums on it. She kept looking at it, trying to remember if there was even a vase on it before, at that cue a girl walked in the room holding another case with once again… chrysanthemums on it.

“Excuse me, where are you taking those?”

“To your room miss”

“Why?”

“I-i umm the boss told me to, should I not?”

The girl asked timidly. She was scared, you could tell about the immediate hunch on her back and her stumbling over her words, it was at that point that (y/n)s tone might have been a bit aggressive.

“No no I was just checking, hey one last thing, you mean Massimo right?”

“Yes”

“Just making sure. Run along then”

The girl rushed away leaving (y/n) with mixed feelings. This man was unbelievable, chrysanthemums were (y/n)s birth month flower, she remember telling him that she also felt like they were so misunderstood because in many countries they symbolized death.

She shook her head and started to walk up the stairs when she heard someone dry coughing behind her, she looked back and saw Massimo standing where she stood with his hands behind her back. She hesitated at first, thinking about what was the correct way to respond so she decided to just roll her eyes at him and turn back around and on to her room

“You are welcome piccolina”

Buy me a coffee

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