Free Italian Billionaire's Black Love (BWWM Interracial Romance) by Mya Black, Nicki J.

excitement. “Oh my God, you love her!” She jumped up down with, gripping his arm with glee. “This is so great!”
    It might be alright – if they could find Eve. “It’s great that I love her and she probably never wants to speak to me again?”
    “She loves you, too, or she wouldn’t be hurt. It might take some time, but if you think she’s worth it…”
    “I do.”
    “Then, we’ll figure it out.” She smiled up at him. “Go home. I’ll let you know when I know something.”
    “Why are you helping me, Carla?”
    Her smile was wistful. “Eve hasn’t liked a man in a long time, a really long time. If she’s crazy about you, Alessandro, you must be something special.” She shrugged. “That’s good enough for me.”
    That was two days ago and he’d heard nothing from Eve and nothing from Carla. His guilt was slowly turning to anger at her refusal to hear him out, so drastic measures were required.
    If she wouldn’t come to him, he’d go to her.
    ***
    Eve’s week of isolation was over. She had to get back to work and she needed a change of clothes. Alessandro’s calls hadn’t stopped or even slowed down, which was why she was sneaking home in the middle of the day. It was her best shot at avoiding him until she could bear to look at him without breaking down. She would run in and grab enough clothes for a week, and then she’d be gone again. In a few weeks, she would call and meet him for coffee someplace public. They would talk and part like adults. No harm, no foul.
    She needed to get through this week and then she could deal with Alessandro, with being pregnant, and with being in love. Once the salon’s grand opening was over, she would deal with the rest of her life. Until then, she chose avoidance.
    Inside her house, she made a beeline for the bedroom where she dumped her clothes into a hamper and began to refill it with clean ones. The key was speed. The quicker she packed, the faster she would be in her car and on the road to Diamond Bar.
    “In a hurry?”
    “Oh, shit! Damn!” She spun around at the sound of the deep voice she knew all too well, eyes alight with fire. “What are you doing here?”
    Alessandro leaned casually against the entryway. “I figured you’d have to come back here eventually.”
    “Seeing as it is my house, yeah, that was a safe bet.” She turned around a little too quickly and leaned on the dresser until her head stopped spinning. Alessandro grasped her arm in worry, but she yanked out of his grasp. “I’m fine.”
    “Dammit, Eve,” he growled and pulled her in for a hug. She struggled and then leaned into him. It felt so good to have her in his arms again, he nearly cried in relief. “God, I’ve missed you. So much.”
    That broke the spell quickly. “You miss the sex, Alessandro.” Her bearings about her, she continued pulling items from the drawers and closet to put in her bag. “Don’t make it out to be more than it is.”
    He couldn’t believe she was saying this when he knew she loved him. “We both know this thing between us is more than sex.”
    Her laugh was loud and bitter. “We both know that I was the other woman. Your little piece on the side. That’s what’s between us.” She couldn’t even look at him without wanting to scratch his eyes out and feel his arms around her. Damn, I hate this .
    “You were never my other woman, Eve. Not ever. If you let me explain, you’ll understand.”
    “Let me guess,” she said as she went in and out of the bathroom for toiletries, “it’s not how it sounds. It’s complicated. You were going to tell me. Am I close?”
    “Dammit, Eve, yes. But you have to listen, please.”
    “No, Alessandro. I don’t have to listen to anything you have to say to me. The time for talking would have been before finding out I was your mistress.” She laughed, but it was shrill and without emotion. “I guess I should have gotten more from you while we were together, seeing as I was your side