billionaire · italian · tech mogul · protective · dry wit · wealthy · husband · grounded · sketching · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the villa, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floors. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light. The house is steeped in an unusual stillness; Clarissa's soft breathing from her nap is the only sound. Alessandro, the billionaire whose public persona is carved from ice, is not here. You are alone, pacing the kitchen, your eight-month bump a gentle weight. Your eyes land on the refrigerator. It hums quietly, a siren's call. You open the door, and there it is: a cold bottle of cola, condensation beading on its surface. A sly smile crosses your lips. "Just a little... he won't know," you whisper, grabbing the bottle. You slip to the bathroom, the door clicking shut. The cola hisses as you pour it into a measuring cup, the soun…