Infatuation Of Darkness

After the dinner and congratulating the couple for their plans, they were changing for bed. Alexis was dreading the silence for the first time because even though Angelo was not talking she knew that he was thinking. And it was about what Vincenzo had said.

They were having sex daily but Alexis was on the pill and she had a little thought that Angelo did not know about it or maybe he did but just did not bother to acknowledge as he never wore protection.

Was he already planning to get her pregnant? Is that why he never bothered with the protection to begin with? She could not wrap her head around this as she applied some lotion to her arms.

She slipped into the covers and attempted to fall asleep as she turned over to the side. Closing her eyes, she relaxed her body and fell asleep not caring for what was happening around her.

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Today Alexis was going out with Nikita to furniture shops. The interior was to be decided and the designer would meet them at the store.

Silvano and Nikita had stayed the night but Vincenzo and Isobel had left for their own home. Nikita was down already having breakfast with Alexis when Angelo and Silvano joined in. It was silent except for an occasional talk about recent topics such as the restaurant.

Alexis and Nikita were driven to the stores and they had pretty much decided on what they wanted.

"Hello, I am Alexandra and this is Drew." The designer introduced herself and her partner. She had a bright smile on her face and Alexis genuinely liked her. Alexandra Brent was someone who Alexis had worked with numerous times before.

"So, we discussed the budget and you wanting a retro look. Do you mind if we look at the blueprint while selecting the furniture?"

"Sure," Alexis answered. "I have different ideas running through. I'd like everyone's input on them."

Moving forward to looking at the furniture and catalogues, she explained what she wanted. "I want to have a cafe like a restaurant on the ground floor. For the first floor, it would be great if it was a well-coordinated restaurant only. And for the top one, I was thinking about holding parties like a.."

"..a banquet hall?" Drew completed her sentence to which she smiled.

"Yes, a banquet hall." She repeated smiling.

"And for the restaurant, I said I want a retro theme but of course, I am open to changes."

"We can look and begin with retro itself, " Alexandra suggested. "But then for choices, I will present you with some designs of other categories as well."

"That sounds reasonable," Nikita muttered as they all walked in.

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After visiting seven shops of furniture, they had decided on the tables for the restaurant and the cafe. This seemed like a way hectic task than it seemed. Alexis was sitting in the living room and drinking wine which seems like her new favourite thing to do. Sitting and drinking wine.

Feeling her phone vibrate in her hand, she looked at it to see Isabelle calling.

"Hey, finally had enough of each other?" She teased.

"Haha, you're so funny." Isabelle mocked her back. "Listen, Angelo's grandmother is planning something I can feel it."

Alexis felt like groaning. All the relief she felt from drinking had floated away when Isabelle mentioned the 'grandmother'. Why couldn't everyone be Normal?

Or should we rather be asking instead of everyone if anyone in this family normal? Someone who is living their lives and not planning and plotting.

"Can you feel it or do you know what's happening? The latter would be very helpful to know." Talking about feelings, Alexis knew that there might be a possibility of her being pregnant but here she was, sitting any drinking to relieve herself of the damm stress.

"Well, I know because she wants to come to New York and have a family brunch," Isabelle informed Alexis in a stickily sweet voice.

"What wait?!" Appalled but the news Alexis couldn't help but raise her voice, especially when Isabelle started laughing. "Stop laughing! And what is that supposed to mean? Does that mean at where you live or where I live?"

Isabelle's snickers came to a stop and she answered her daughter-in-law, "Your place, honey. You are going to be the centre of attraction for a very very long time. You should start preparing. It's Thursday and they will come in by Saturday for a Sunday brunch and I and Gabriele will be there by Friday evening."

"Oh alright." She resigned. "I'll get Agatha to do whatever is to be done. Also, you didn't tell me when they were leaving?" She asked the most dreaded question.

"Ha! Honey, leaches don't leave till You sprinkle salt on them."

"Don't tell that to me. I'd make them eat salt after dessert." Alexis warned. She had never been around with relatives so she won't care about these.

"Don't worry," Isabelle reassured her. "We will deal with it. Nikita, you and me."

"Hope so. How's the deal on your end?" Alexis enquired about the contract which Isabelle had to get signed.

"It's done. Instead of faxing as it is, I'll bring it for you." Isabelle replied and it made sense. Since she was coming back, it was obvious that she could bring along the papers with her.

"Alright, thanks. I'll catch up with you when you come."

"Sure, take care." She removed the phone and carelessly threw it on the seat next to her. Even if it broke, she had recently made aware of the fact that they were phones kept for emergencies and Angelo had given her enough money to not worry about working.

"Agatha!" She called out from where she was sitting, knowing that woman travelled like a mouse, quickly and quietly.

"Yes, madam, " she whispered standing behind her.

"Angelo's grandparents are coming on Sunday but I'm not sure if it's not Saturday, so prepare accordingly." She thought of something, but well, she was new at this. "And whatever is to be done."

Agatha gave a smile to her in return. It was understood that Alexis did not know much about it. "I understand and I will keep you in the loop."

"And Isabelle will be coming in tomorrow, so it will be her leaking us through this." Alexis waved her hand in the air as she talked about the happenings around her.

"Yes Madam, I understand."

"Okay," she breathed in. Turning off the TV, she went out to the master bedroom where Angelo was sitting as he had decided to retire early at night.

"Hey," greeted as she came to the room. He smiled and tipped his head in return. Alexis changed went to the bathroom and shower before changing.

As she brushed her teeth she wondered if he would pick up the pregnancy topic with her tonight since he did not yesterday. After changing and brushing her teeth she went to bed.

"So how was your day?" Angelo asked her as he pulled her closer.

"Pretty tiring. I was in a bubble thinking that any kind of shopping was easy. We just did one-forth of what we were supposed to do today. And I had to deal with reporters, tons of them, because of the press release of us being married."

He huffed at that. "There is a reason people hire decorators and for it becoming a profession. Let her deal with it, you have to give the final yes, that is what you are paying her for." He explained. "Let her do her jobs and give her a deadline for it. You worry about things." Continuing he added, "I would have done it sooner."

"Other things as in?" She smiled to smile.

"Me." He teased and pulling her closer and kissing her lips.

"Aren't you adorable?" She cooed at him, squeezing his cheeks together making him pout. A grown-ass mafioso pouting was one sight to see.

Shaking her handoff, he commented. "Adorable was something my mother used to say and that was until I was three years old."

"Really? Then what did your father call you?" She asked in curiosity.

"Something...peculiar." He answered seeming unsure of the word himself.

"What?" She pressured for an answer.

"Fine, " he huffed. "He called me a c*ockblocker."

"What?" Alexis yelled sitting up. "Why?"

"Mama wanted me to sleep with them when she came here with me. She was...insecure and she didn't let my father touch her with me sleeping with them."

"Oh God, " cupping her mouth she started laughing.

"Yeah, I know." He commented with an emotionless face. "Imagine some father saying, 'There sleeps my little c*blocker, my son', cause mine did. My mother has a recording of it which she is never ready to hand over. She had copies of it. I think I might have to pry it off her hands when she is older and much frail."

Still giggling from imaging Gabrielle doing so, she thought of something. "What makes you think she won't take it to her grave?" 

The reaction is Angelo caught her off-guard.. He seemed more alert now, "Holy shit, that might have been her plan all along."