Romance: My Italian Prince, Undercover Love: Sweet Romantic Comedy Read Online Free Page B
Author: JASMIN JACOBS
to let go. She had to call Brunetti. No matter how much she hated that man she had to. She dialed the number, no answer. Oh no, this wasn't happening how could this be?
Vanessa was in tears as she stumbled down the stairs only to find Madame Dupont standing in the kitchen area. The old woman in just her nighties and a silk robe, her hair neatly placed on several curlers. She had swept a large shawl around her petite frame and looked quite happy as she stood blending a mix of milk and honey to a tall man sitting at the kitchen table.
Vanessa halted in the door, not sure if she should approach or not. What if Madame Dupont had a lover and wanted to be alone with him? But as she turned around to leave the room without entering, the man at the table stood up.
“Mademoiselle Green?”
Vanessa looked at him, “Yes?”
“I have a message for you from Mr. Di Savoy,” he said in a voice resembling one of the king's men in a 1600-century saga.
“Yes?” she said impatiently.
“Mr. Di Savoy has the great pleasure of inviting you to his yacht in the…”
Was this a joke? Vanessa felt angry, w hy couldn't this man just get to the point?
“Right,” Vanessa interrupted him. “So what you’re trying to say is that Alex is staying at his yacht tonight and wants me to go there?”
“Pardon Mademoiselle, I have been ordered to make…”
Vanessa almost jumped on her spot by impatience and she cut him short. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. I’ll just gather my stuff and I’ll come with you.”
“Thank you, Mademoiselle.” The tall man said without even blinking at her dry tone. He just sat down on his chair and with a small nod at Madame Dupree, he finished the milk-and honey drink in about three slurps.
As they drove back to Alex´s yacht in Monte Carlo, Vanessa tried to gather her thoughts. Something had obviously happened that had made Alex send for her. Probably he was just getting so late after he finished his meeting it was no point in driving back tonight. But still, why had he rushed a driver to St. Augustine to bring her back?
It was a long drive for all her thoughts. At the point where she saw the harbor and all the boats, she had worked herself up into a state. What was going on? Could nothing just go smoothly around her and Alex? Why did it always have to be some drama messing things up? It was Brunetti, she was sure of it. He had always had a finger in the game when things went south in their relationship. Vanessa felt angry and she was fed up with this man trying to destroy what she and Alex had.
When she got to the yacht, the staff greeted her as if she was a Queen, arriving back to her castle. However, she was too upset to appreciate any of the offered drinks and food, she had to find Alex.
“Good morning gorgeous! How do you feel?” Alex voice met her in the corridor.
What kind of question was that? How did he think I feel… Vanessa was too upset to answer him and instead she walked up to him and looked him straight in the eyes. He was hungover, no question about it, she could even smell the alcohol from his breath.
“What have you been up to?” She asked, demanding an answer.
“Take it easy, Vanessa. Calm down!” Alex tried to put his arms around her, but she bolted out from his embrace.
“Take it easy? Are you for real? I been up all night waiting for you to get back,” Vanessa was outraged, how could he just stand here pretending everything was fine when he was the one who went M.I.A for a whole night?”
“Come on Baby, don’t be like this, Alex tried again,” I just slept in the other room to avoid waking you. We arrived quite late and you were already asleep and when Gian-Carlo told me you had a migraine, I had the staff prepare another room for me.”
“I did not have a migraine. I never had one in my life, this is ridiculous, was it Gian-Carlo who told you that?”
“Yes it was, but I
Vanessa was in tears as she stumbled down the stairs only to find Madame Dupont standing in the kitchen area. The old woman in just her nighties and a silk robe, her hair neatly placed on several curlers. She had swept a large shawl around her petite frame and looked quite happy as she stood blending a mix of milk and honey to a tall man sitting at the kitchen table.
Vanessa halted in the door, not sure if she should approach or not. What if Madame Dupont had a lover and wanted to be alone with him? But as she turned around to leave the room without entering, the man at the table stood up.
“Mademoiselle Green?”
Vanessa looked at him, “Yes?”
“I have a message for you from Mr. Di Savoy,” he said in a voice resembling one of the king's men in a 1600-century saga.
“Yes?” she said impatiently.
“Mr. Di Savoy has the great pleasure of inviting you to his yacht in the…”
Was this a joke? Vanessa felt angry, w hy couldn't this man just get to the point?
“Right,” Vanessa interrupted him. “So what you’re trying to say is that Alex is staying at his yacht tonight and wants me to go there?”
“Pardon Mademoiselle, I have been ordered to make…”
Vanessa almost jumped on her spot by impatience and she cut him short. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. I’ll just gather my stuff and I’ll come with you.”
“Thank you, Mademoiselle.” The tall man said without even blinking at her dry tone. He just sat down on his chair and with a small nod at Madame Dupree, he finished the milk-and honey drink in about three slurps.
As they drove back to Alex´s yacht in Monte Carlo, Vanessa tried to gather her thoughts. Something had obviously happened that had made Alex send for her. Probably he was just getting so late after he finished his meeting it was no point in driving back tonight. But still, why had he rushed a driver to St. Augustine to bring her back?
It was a long drive for all her thoughts. At the point where she saw the harbor and all the boats, she had worked herself up into a state. What was going on? Could nothing just go smoothly around her and Alex? Why did it always have to be some drama messing things up? It was Brunetti, she was sure of it. He had always had a finger in the game when things went south in their relationship. Vanessa felt angry and she was fed up with this man trying to destroy what she and Alex had.
When she got to the yacht, the staff greeted her as if she was a Queen, arriving back to her castle. However, she was too upset to appreciate any of the offered drinks and food, she had to find Alex.
“Good morning gorgeous! How do you feel?” Alex voice met her in the corridor.
What kind of question was that? How did he think I feel… Vanessa was too upset to answer him and instead she walked up to him and looked him straight in the eyes. He was hungover, no question about it, she could even smell the alcohol from his breath.
“What have you been up to?” She asked, demanding an answer.
“Take it easy, Vanessa. Calm down!” Alex tried to put his arms around her, but she bolted out from his embrace.
“Take it easy? Are you for real? I been up all night waiting for you to get back,” Vanessa was outraged, how could he just stand here pretending everything was fine when he was the one who went M.I.A for a whole night?”
“Come on Baby, don’t be like this, Alex tried again,” I just slept in the other room to avoid waking you. We arrived quite late and you were already asleep and when Gian-Carlo told me you had a migraine, I had the staff prepare another room for me.”
“I did not have a migraine. I never had one in my life, this is ridiculous, was it Gian-Carlo who told you that?”
“Yes it was, but I
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