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Chapter 122: Your Fingers Are Magic

Chapter 122: Your Fingers Are Magic Angelia

"My father denied my existence, I was just a bastard son. No, I am just one of his consequences." Riccardo continued. "He left first before I was even born and then left my mother. One day, she took off and ran, leaving me in the care of my grandparents. My mother didn't want a toddler ruining her chance at finding a new man to pay for her glamorous lifestyle. They both left me to fend for myself, I am just grateful I had my grandparents." He lifted his wine glass and took a long sip. He hadn't looked at me since he started telling his story, all the while, I had silently urged him to.

Dov

you remember when Marshall mentioned I helped that restaurant owner start his own business?" He asked, shocking me with the change of the direction of this conversation. Finally, his eyes connected with mine and my breath caught. They held a weight that seemed impossible to bear, I nodded my head in response.

"You see, sometime in his elderly days, my father suddenly reached out. I didn't know what

it.'

changed his mind but he wanted to get to know me. I was already seventeen years old at that time and had just started college. He thought he could buy his way into my life with money but I didn't want it. So instead, I put it aside and later gave it to someone who needed "You gave it to Noah, the owner of the restaurant?" I asked.

"Yes, I did that." He nodded.

"But did this yacht come into the picture?

My father kept trying to get in my good grace, I was spiteful, though. So he was out of luck. I had survived seventeen years without him and I wouldn't allow him to come waltzing in as if he had. the right to do so. For years, he kept trying and for years I shut him out. I wouldn't give him a second chance, I didn't know he had written me into his will after he died and his lawyer

contacted me. Along with one-fourth of his money, I got this boat. He had also written a note, telling me all things I never let him and it was about how much he regretted putting his image over his son. About him and my mother, and what he felt for her even years later. He said he regretted letting us both go and he named this boat with her in mind." 1/5

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"Aurelia?" I asked, remembering the name written on the side of the boat.

nodded.

"Why didn't you." I trailed off, not knowing how to ask the question.

"Why didn't I rename it?" He guessed and I nodded.

"Because.... It reminds me that when I do fall in love, I will treat her with all the care I have and never let her go. It reminds me to never make the same mistake

my father did "

meaning and it

somber after he had told me about his

know which of us needed it the most but my heart broke at his story and I could tell he didn't like to revisit that part of his life. He had been tense and angry when he talked about his parents and all I wanted to do was comfort him. He let out

piece, more than enough for the both of us. "Thank you," I said to the

became irresistible. He shifted my post on his lap with little effort so my back was to his front. One of his hands rested on my thigh while the other reached

mouth.

goodness hit my taste buds. He continued feeding me and himself, taking turns on who would get the spoon of cake. There was intimacy in letting him feed me and I think both of us took pleasure in it. He was back to his relaxed self as if the conversation about his parents never happened. When the plate was empty, we walked back inside to the warm living room. As

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I asked, looking

you give me the pleasure of dancing with

my name but when they did, it made my

this before." 1

I ever have had the chance to dance with someone when I had

school with some

dance

floor,

1001.

just relax and let me lead."

hands around his neck while he placed his around my waist, holding

isn't so

said as we started moving gently to

lead, it wasn't a problem. I didn't even step on his

right."

I when I am with

moved in sync, my body instinctively followed him. When the third song was over, he grabbed my chin and angled my lips to his own, kissing me sweetly. I melted against him and a soft sigh escaped me as we withdrew

"What for?" He asked.

this night. It has

evening isn't over

some wine." He gave me one last kiss before moving

a seat on the couch, I took the heels off and groaned. While I could wear heels without breaking my ankles, they were far from