Chapter 15 - UNDER A MONACO SUN
One year to the day after the fateful afternoon on the Monaco terrace where my sunscreen application had cracked Enzo's unbreakable control, we returned to the exact same resort. The Mediterranean sun was just as bright, pouring golden light over the white stone terrace, bouncing off the glass tables, and sparkling against the deep blue sea where luxury yachts drifted lazily in the harbor. I sat at a table beneath the shade of a wide linen umbrella, wearing an elegant white sundress, reviewing a portfolio of upcoming philanthropic housing projects funded by the Moretti Foundation.
Footsteps echoed softly against the stone. A warm hand settled gently, possessively, against the bare skin of my shoulder, sliding upward to trace the exact spot where Marco’s hands had once caused an international underworld earthquake. I looked up into the striking, familiar gray eyes of the man who had hidden his love for two long years behind a mask of professional coldness. Enzo leaned down, pressing a lingering, tender kiss against my temple before sliding into the chair beside mine.
"Is this work, Mrs. Moretti?" he murmured softly, a rare, breathtaking smile breaking across his handsome face. I closed my financial reports, leaning into his solid frame with a deep, contented sigh. "No, Enzo," I whispered, resting my hand over his ring finger. "This is happily ever after."
