Chapter 38

-Ava’s POV

He took me to Italy!

Italy!

I was still trying to wrap my mind around it as we landed. Not just on any ordinary flight either–his private jet. Grayson h driven straight to his private hangar, ordered me onto the jet, and now, here we were.

In Italy.

For pizza.

I stared at the breathtaking view of the Italian countryside as the jet slowed to a stop, my mind racing. I was just going to order in. Who takes someone all the way to Italy for pizza?

Grayson Blackwood, apparently.

He didn’t even ask if I had plans, or work to do. He just… decided. And the most ridiculous part was that I had actually followed him. I could have stood against him even what the order. I didn’t. The man exuded this unshakable confidence, and I found myself caught in it like a wave. Was this how he always operated?

Just throwing his weight–and wealth–around like it was no big deal?

I wasn’t exactly dressed for this either. The simple jeans and sweater instead of a coat I’d thrown on earlier felt completely out of place as he led me down the steps of the plane and into a sleek black car waiting for us. Everything he did was effortless–powerful–and the way people scrambled to open doors for him, clear pathways, it was like watching a lion movi through a field of sheep.

The ride was quiet, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. I caught myself glancing at him every few seconds, trying to make sense of this man who could terrify and fascinate me in equal measures. His face was unreadable, as usual–cold, calculating. The kind of cold, like he could shut out the entire world without blinking.

Yet here we were, on what felt like… a romantic getaway.

No. It wasn’t a romantic getaway. It couldn’t be. There was nothing between us like that.

Right?

Stop dreaming Ava.

We finally pulled up to a restaurant that oozed elegance. One of those places where just the scent of food in the air screamed “expensive.” My eyes scanned the exterior, and immediately, insecurity washed over me. There was no way I was dressed for this.

Before I could stop myself, the words tumbled out. “I’m not even dressed for this place

what you wear,” he said, his tone so final, like he was stating the most

just what he said, it was how he said it–like my beauty wasn’t

of how his words affected

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had just complimented

Even more baffling?

that it hit

all eyes turned to him. People whispered, and heads turned like magnets dr to steel, but Grayson? He didn’t even blink. He moved through the restaurant like he owned the

was the chef hurried

been too long!” The chef practically kissed Grayson’s hand, his enthusiasm borderline ridiculous. I stood there, dumbfounded, as Grayson nodded curtly, barely acknowledging the

chef turned to me, his eyes widening as if he was seeing something unbelievable. “Che bellezza!” he exclaimed, “Welcome: Welcome. What can I make for you? Anything

“Uh… pizza?” I muttered

“Nonsense! I will make you something far more worthy of your beauty.

flattery. Grayson, meanwhile, had already seated himself, looking completely unbothered by the

Was this real life?

felt surreal–the atmosphere, the people watching us, and most of all, Grayson How could he sit there, completely unfazed by all

had settled between us. He had gone quiet again, his focus entirely

up at me, eyebrow

on a whim, being treated like royalty…

quite reach his eyes. “I am royalty and if I want something. I get

of how to respond. What

yet… it fit him. It fit the image of who he was. Cold, ruthless, completely in control.

returned moments later with plates of food I couldn’t even name, placing them in front of us with flourish. My stomach growled at the sight of it all, but I felt

(“Thank you, I’ll call you if she needs

course he

then he left. Grayson turned to me. “Eat. You wanted pizza, so

that sounded. This wasn’t pizza. This was an

told the

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