Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 293 -

*Giovani*

"Goodnight," Olivia called out to us, gazing down at the floor as she shut her dorm firmly.

Alessandro and I stared down at one another, neither of us moving for a second as we fell into silence. There was a blank look on his face, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking at the moment.

Normally, he was an open book, but I guess he really did learn how to mask his emotions.

"Well, goodnight then," I nodded to him, turning on my heel to head back to my room, but it was Alessandro's sharp voice that stopped me.

"You know," he called out, half-jokingly, "if I didn't know any better, I'd think you have a thing for Olivia."

I paused in my steps, clenching my jaw. This damn brat. He really had picked up on something. I cursed myself silently. I shouldn't have come to check on Olivia. I knew better, especially with Tallon and Alessandro in the house, but I couldn't help myself.

I just had to know how she was. Did she have another nightmare? Was she scared and crying all alone? But now, I'd gotten both of us in trouble.

I turned back to Alessandro with a casual smirk.

He stared down at me, a deep look of suspicion and jealousy in his eyes.

"Olivia?" I feigned surprise, then chuckled like it was a ridiculous idea. "She's attractive, I admit. But she's way too young for me."

In truth, I'd be willing to declare she was mine to everyone in this building, even to Alessandro, no matter what feeble feelings he had for her. He thought he was sly in hiding it, but he wasn't.

Despite the age difference, Olivia was all I wanted, and if he thought he could swoop in and take her from me, he had another thing coming.

But I had to respect Olivia's decision to keep it quiet, especially with the Zaytsevs running around. Making her mine would only put her in more danger at the moment.

"Yeah, she's too young for you," Alessandro smirked in agreement, crossing his arms as he relaxed. "But she's not for me."

It took a Herculean effort not to smash my fist into his face. The possessiveness was rearing its head in my chest, screaming to protect my woman until everyone knew she was mine. A few hickies were nothing. I needed her to be covered in my marks until I was satisfied.

This fucking bastard.

I hid the possessive feeling under my skin, smiling amicably as I shrugged as if I didn't care. But I did. I cared so damn much.

I couldn't stop the annoyance from realizing that he was right. He and Olivia were only a year or two apart. It was a far cry from the difference between me and her.

"Maybe so," I laughed off his comment, trying to keep any emotion from crossing my face. I eyed him, and he stood there like the cocky bastard he was.

"You'd better go get some sleep," I told him quietly, a soft warning in my voice.

He stiffened, his eyes narrowing on me, but I was confident he couldn't replace anything he could use against me or Olivia.

"Good idea," Alessandro nodded. He headed straight toward me with a cocky swagger, his confidence irritating as he passed by me. "Goodnight, cousin," He smirked at me and then he was gone.

I waited until I heard his door close before I moved.

I clenched my fists tightly, turning on my heel as I made my way back to my room. I stepped inside, shutting the door harder than I meant to. The loud bang was startling, enough that I thought for a moment I would wake up everyone.

I sighed, rubbing my temples as I headed straight for the hidden liquor cabinent. Having a hidden cabinet for the alcohol in my room came in handy in times like this.

I poured myself a glass of the nearest alcohol, swallowing down a sip before I even checked the label. I winced at the hard whiskey scorching down my throat.

I knew I wasn't going to get any sleep, not when my eyes were wide open, and my body was rushing with unused energy.

I took a seat on one of the chairs, sighing as I relaxed into the leather fabric. Despite how angry his words had made me, Alessandro was right on one thing.

Olivia was much younger than I was.

She was only nineteen, just starting out her life. Perhaps it was unfair to her that I was even allowing a relationship between us. She couldn't have had many in the past but me.....

I fingered the ends of my hair, grasping onto one of the many gray hairs peppering through it. As much as I denied it, I was getting older.

I was in my early forties, old enough that I could be her father. Hell, I was probably only a few years younger than her actual father. It was a stepfather I'd talked to earlier, I believed. She'd never talked about him, but I was sure he was a man just as kind as her.

I leaned back in the chair, taking another sip of the alcohol.

What if he was right? What if I really was too old for her? I didn't want to limit her or seem like I was taking advantage of her youth.

Maybe Alessandro really was better suited to her. They were childhood friends; they'd known each other since they were young children. They had much more in common, which was a stronger foundation for a relationship. And no one would judge her if she ended up with someone like him-except me. I was the Don of the mafia. I was in constant danger and living a kind of life that just didn't suit someone as innocent as her.

Could I really be so selfish as to trap her with me? She could grow to resent me in the future, and we'd both end up miserable.

Maybe it was better that I let her go now before we went any deeper. If she told me she wanted someone else, I would let her go. Wouldn't I?

I groaned, throwing my arm over my head. Who was I trying to kid?

I liked everything about her, from the way her cute nose scrunched up when she laughed to the way she bit her bottom lip whenever she was nervous. The smattering of freckles on the small of her back was even beautiful to me. Even her sweet face full of tears was precious. It moved me that she trusted me enough to see her so vulnerable.

I liked her strength.

Despite how young she was, she was still holding strong. The stress of her best friend being kidnapped and possibly killed, of replaceing out Dahlia's family was involved with the mafia-all that would've made it so easy for her to crumble under the pressure. She could have taken the first flight back to the States, or even just locked herself in her room and refused to come out. Either choice would have seemed normal to me.

There were so many times when she'd had the option to run and leave everything behind to save her own skin, but she hadn't. I was so impressed by her-her determination to go with me to save her best friend, even though it would put her in danger, her kindness when she told me it wasn't my fault, and her compassion to everyone around her.

She could've blamed all of us for her misery, but she held strong and reached out to us with a soft smile. I couldn't help but admire her for that.

I leaned my head against the soft chair, my mind drifting off the longer I thought of Olivia.

I wished she was here right now. I wished I could run my hands through her long hair, that I could feel her sweet eyes on me, so full of trust.

I loved the little dimple on the side of her cheek when she smiled at me. I could almost imagine her hot skin under my fingertips as I trailed them up and down her smooth, bare waist. She was a vixen, tempting me with every movement she made.

I wanted her despite the age difference, despite the danger, and despite what anyone else said. From the taste of her sweet lips on mine, to the feeling of them when they wrapped around my cock, to the feel of her arms as she tangled them around my neck, even just the feeling of her soft, warm body in my arms before I slept-all of it was too amazing to give up.

I wanted to feel her weight on me, her little ass pressed up against my cock as I laid kisses on her fragile neck. Her warmth was like a drug to me, one I was slowly losing my mind over.

I sighed deeply, letting my eyes close as I set my empty glass onto the nightstand. I began to drift off, my mind consumed by thoughts of Olivia.

"Giovani."

I opened my eyes, surprised, as I spotted Olivia standing there in my room. She was completely bare, with not a sign of clothing to be seen. Her little red nipples were hard, and there was liquid dripping from her cunt as she gazed at me. There was a needy look on her face, the same kind she got when she wanted me to ravage her. My cock hardened as she breathed out heavily.

"Giovani."

She whispered my name like a prayer and a curse as she climbed on top of my lap. My hand automatically went around her waist, and I groaned as she ground down on my swollen dick. "Please," she begged, wrapping her arms around me, sliding back and forth teasingly as she mouthed at my neck. It was almost too much, and I cursed as I gripped her hips.

"Merde, carino," I groaned, pulling her down onto me as I thrust up. I could feel how wet she was, practically dripping all over me.

"Giovani," she gasped, her eyes lidded with lust as she pulled me into a rough kiss.

Our tongues intertwined, and I used one hand to pull myself up, aligning my dick with her entrance in a hurry.

We both wanted it, needed it. But just as I was about to thrust into her, I was startled awake by a soft knocking.

I whirled up in the chair, blinking my eyes as I realized it was just a dream. I yawned into my hand, determined to settle back into sleep and hope I continued the dream I just had.

It had just gotten to the good part.

There was a soft knock at the door again, and I frowned as I lifted myself to my feet. I trudged over the carpet and toward the door. I opened it up and was surprised by who I saw in front of me.