Italian Billionaire's Black Love (BWWM Interracial Romance) by Mya Black, Nicki J. Read Free Book Online Page A

fine, just feeling a bit stressed.”
    He knew it wasn’t a lie, just as he knew she would never tell him the reason for her stress. He kissed her neck. “Let me run you a bath.” He escaped to the bathroom and poured lavender and basil salts and let the hot water run over it. She needed to relax, to get out of her head and stop worrying about the future.
    He wanted a future with her, but it wasn’t possible. Not now. That’s why he kept his relationships simple and based on sex. He couldn’t explain it to her, she wouldn’t understand. So, he would have to step back.
    Even if it killed him.
    ***
    It was over. Eve could feel Alessandro pulling back, even if neither of them had the courage to say the words. He’d spent thirty five days straight sleeping in her bed, loving her body. And, on the thirty-sixth day he had gone home. He came over for dinner and stayed for sex, but he rarely stayed the night. In fact, he’d only stayed the night three times in the past two weeks, so yeah, it was safe to say they were over.
    She was fine with it, or she would be if they could just have a clean break. She didn’t want a lingering death that would be painful during the months it faded away and then the time it would take to heal her heart again. The next time she saw him, she would tell him not to bother coming back. And, she would mean it. She was feeling under the weather, so she would text time to go home, not that he planned to see her today, anyway. He had business in Seattle and would be gone for a few days. She needed this break. Hell, they both did. When he came back, she would have his things packed and waiting and he could just have his assistant mail her few items to one of her salons.
    It would be easy. She could handle this. Affairs ended all the time. There was no reason her life should fall apart simply because she was dumb enough to fall. She sent him a message and of course, he immediately called back.
    “What’s wrong?” his voice was frantic with worry.
    She coughed so he could hear it. “Nothing is wrong, I just have a bug. You have to travel, so you should just stay at your place tonight.”
    He was silent for a moment, and she could imagine his stern face looking for a loophole before he said, “I’ll see you when I get back, then.”
    “I’ll let you know,” she said and hung up. When she was feeling better, she would handle him and their relationship. Until then, life would be all about her.

Chapter Seven
    A week later, Alessandro was still in Seattle. The problems at the hospital were taking longer to resolve than he’d anticipated and his presence was required. He’d spent so much of the past two days scraping his fingers through his hair that it stood up like he’d been electrocuted.
    Worst of all, he missed Eve something fierce and she hadn’t returned his calls in three days. He knew something was wrong even before he boarded the J.C. Scotti jet. The nights he spent in her bed had dwindled and their conversations had grown stilted. The easy conversation was gone and the only thing that remained was passion. It was normal for his relationships, but this time it left him cold.
    He needed to see her, dammit – to talk to her and hold her in his arms. He wanted to tell her his secrets, all of them, so they could be together properly. So he could stop breaking her heart. He knew he was, even if she never said a word. He saw it in the sadness lurking in her eyes and heard it in the soft defeated sound of her voice. He felt it when she gave him every ounce of herself in the bedroom.
    His time with Eve were singularly the most satisfying and most excruciating moments of his life. And, he couldn’t wait to experience it again and again – for as long as she would have him.
    He picked up and dialed her number. Voicemail . He listened, like a lovesick puppy, to the cheery message that no longer matched the woman. He hung up before the tone, unwilling to leave a message and let her hear his