Chapter 88|Ti Amo, Amore Mio.

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**Isabelle's P O V


Clad in a light mulberry dress I slid into two inch Louboutin heels, my phone and lipgloss got into my purse after I snatched a pure white fur shawl from the closet and tied my hair in a classy chic bun at the nape of my neck even though Alexander prefers it cascading down my back.

The dress went a little bit down my knees and the shawl wasn’t too heavy, if Alexander’s location for my surprise was somewhere cold he will not refrain from letting me know so I don’t get the chills. When I got the look of approval from him I knew my choice was perfect.

With his eyes simmering with heat he took my hand in his, turned to Francis who was standing with his hands behind his back a few paces away from us, “The girl will be here soon, if she’s sad and puffy eyed console her, if she’s angry and screaming profanities calm her down.”

“I don’t do magic.” Francis ran a hand through his dirty blond hair exasperatedly.

“Use the charm you’re commended for, you used it on Belle.” He replied taking a hold of my hand and urging me to the elevator.

The faint sound of a growl coming from Francis made me chuckle.

The girl in question was Boris Mallory’s last child, the daughter who was summoned home to bid her family farewell. It was sad and I honestly sympathized with her. The shame attached to their actions would probably not let her stay around for long.

True to Alexander’s words, a chopper was waiting for us on the helipad. We sat in the little space provided with me wondering wherever we were heading to.

It didn’t take long for the chopper to land in a beach, it was quiet save for the sound of birds chirping and waves from the sea.

Ahead of us was a beach house that I didn’t fight the urge to stare at with heart emojis in my eyes, it looked every inch beautiful.

“It sucks to walk in a beach in heels, no matter how short or long. Let me take these off.” I bent to take them off and when I got up his hands went around my face with a blindfold.

Hmm. Kinky.

“Why is it so silent?” I asked, unable to hamper my curiosity down.

“It’s a privately owned beach.” His breath fanned heat against my ear. He has a particular interest in that part of my body. And I felt the faint sound of the band I used to tie my hair getting ripped. Ok thank you.

He did me the honor of combing through my hair, letting it run down my back and the sides of my face and next thing I knew I was being swept off the sandy shore, carried bridal style in his arms. A giggle escaped my lips as he whispered sweet words to my ear. Okay some were not so sweet, they were sensual.

He dropped me carefully and when he undid the fold I was met with a very private romantic date setting. So beautiful.

There was a table with roses and rose petals scattered around and over it, the carpet beneath our bare feet was lush, thanks to the sand, a champagne bottle stood proud at the center of the table and music played softly in the background. The were only two colors used for everything, red and white.

My heartbeat went in a frenzy as we sat on the two lone seats, got served by men that appeared out of nowhere after he helped me out of my fur coat.

Alexander was silent as we ate through the three courses and by the time we were done darkness had begun to settle in. The candles got lit and the music was playing a bit louder.

“A dance, amore mio?” His accent made me swoon in my seat. Just why doesn’t he speak his native language all the time?

“Of course.” I gladly took his outstretched hand with a beam. It was a mere few hours ago that I had visions about sending him to heaven, now I feel the love I have for him growing larger. It wreaked havoc on my senses, my heart, my soul and my body. Everywhere.

We danced with my head on his chest feeling the erratic beat of his heart, I’m not alone. There was so much peace in the air I felt like time should stop so Alexander and I could live forever in the moment.

After two songs I was beginning to feel nervous for God knows what reason
Perhaps it was because of the frown marring his features. Or the focus his gaze had on my chin like there was a smear of the chocolate dessert I devoured earlier there.

God I hope not.

As the concerned lady I am I voiced out my worries.

“Nothing is wrong. Enjoy yourself?” His voice had dropped and the huskiness in it had me placing a close mouthed kiss over his lips.

I nodded in response and when he lowered his head I thought he was aiming for my lips but he went for his favorite, my ear. His tongue shot out, lightly caressing the lobe before his voice began whispering innocent words in a sinful tone.

“Ti amo Isabelle. I love you so much.” He exhaled harshly. “I love you not because we were mated by the moon or decreed to marry, it runs deeper than that. I love you because you’re you, my fiery red haired Belle, my beautiful Knight. I love you.” Then he slanted his head and met my upturned ones, he kissed me with so much vigor we only paused to breathe after so much air was denied.

A shot rang in the air making me jolt, it came from behind me and when I turned, in the sky on a banner, words that glittered in the dark were written boldly, my eyes roved over the single sentence repeatedly and I froze to ice.

When I whiplashed back to Alexander I found him on his knee with the most beautiful diamond cut ring I’d ever seen in an opened box.

My hands flew to my lips in utmost surprise and excitement was too tame a word to match what I was actually feeling. I was beyond ecstatic! It was much more than I had felt when I found out I was pregnant or when I got my memories back. So much more.

“Make me the happiest man on earth.” He whispered, cleared his throat and worded out what was written on the banner, “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? My Luna?” His voice was steady as he asked, his eyes holding mine captive.

I could only nod vigorously as a tear slipped past my eye.

“Yes!”I whispered.

Feeling the inadequacy of my response I raised my voice louder, “Yes. Yes. Yes! I’ll marry you Alexander.” My voice was loud and when I felt the cold fine piece being slipped into my finger I knew this was where I belong. With him. Around him. As His. Until Eternity.

My heartbeat was so loud it felt like the anatomy was batting against my rib cage threatening, vying to fall out.

My next words were muffled by his kiss. A very very passionate kiss that rivaled the one we shared just a few minutes ago.

And I thought there couldn’t be anything more deeper than that one. I obviously thought wrong.

Fireworks shot off in the sky in two colors. The theme colors, red and white.

Amidst breathing intervals we whispered “I love you” so many times I couldn’t count.

Alexander was met with resistance when he attempted hoisting me up to wrap my legs around his waist. My dress was made of silk and the only way it could go up was if it was ripped apart and thankfully he didn’t deem that a choice because next thing I know I was being carried in his arms the second time today and we were racing towards the lone beach house which I salivated over when we first arrived.

Now i’ll get to salivate over its interior if my fiancé here gives me the chance to.

Without breaking stride we rid each other the articles of clothing separating us, skin to skin we had our first relief by the front pouch before we made it into the house and least to say I didn’t get to appreciate the interior until the next day.