38.

Amelia's POV

With Alessandro's hard stare on me, I felt like the ground would soon open and swallow me up.

He didn't speak, he just kept his gaze fixed on my face and I can't hold it anymore. The tension was killing me and the fact that he doesn't say anything or bend me over like I wanted was getting me upset!

I cleared my throat. I'd just start a conversation if he fails to. Just like I was being bewitched, the moment he smirked and brushed his long black hair backwards, my words hung in my throat.

This man! What was he doing? I'm the one on the...