Page 110 of Filthy Dirty Dom

Her mind screamed that this wasn't right, that they needed to address what had happened. But the softness in his gaze—dare she say, the peace in his gaze—had her swallowing her words.

Perhaps she was right to worry. Perhaps she was enabling his tendency to bottle up his emotions. But she couldn't bring herself to shatter that peace. After all, she wanted him to be happy, and if this was what the beginning of happiness looked like for him, she would do everything she could to preserve it.

"Get dressed. Wear something pretty but comfortable," Alex told her, his tone hinting at a surprise. Leslie was intrigued and a bit apprehensive. With a soft flutter in her stomach, Leslie nodded. She slipped into the comfortable sundress someone in the village had donated; it swished around her knees in a comforting rhythm. Alex dressed in a casual short sleeved button down and jeans then led her outside to a modest car he said he was borrowing from the monastery. He opened the passenger door for her and she settled into the seat.

The drive to wherever Alex was taking them was beautiful, almost dreamlike. They moved through dense forests, the sunlight dappling the path ahead through the overhead canopy. The little towns they passed were quaint and charming, their narrow cobblestone streets echoing with the laughter and chatter of locals.

Leslie became lost in the placidity of the ride, her worries dissolving into the warm breeze that blew through the open window. As they rounded a curve, a breathtaking panorama unfolded before them. A sprawling vineyard stretched out, lush green vines rolling down the hillside in neat, symmetric lines. Patches of bright wildflowers speckled the landscape, contrasting vividly against the verdant backdrop. Nestled amongst the rolling green was an elegant villa, its terracotta roof glowing warmly under the sun.

Alex eased the car into a parking spot right in front of the villa's entrance, the gravel crunching under the tires. The door to the villa swung open, and out walked a man who appeared to be in his late fifties. He wore a friendly smile on his face, his warm brown eyes lighting up at the sight of Alex.

"Signor Alex!" he greeted in a heavy Italian accent, reaching out a hand to shake Alex's.

Leslie, taken aback, leaned towards Alex and whispered, "You know these people too?"

Alex chuckled. "No," he said. "I just called ahead."

She watched Alex exchange a few more words with the vineyard owner before he turned back to her. “Ready for a tour?”

She smiled. “How exciting. Yes!”

They were led through the winery, rows of oak barrels lining the stone-walled cellar, their earthy scent permeating the cool air. The owner, Luigi, was animated, speaking of the family tradition that had spanned generations. They paused often, given small samples of wine to taste, each one more delicious than the last. Leslie found herself giggling, tipsy on the wine and the company of Alex, who seemed to be truly enjoying himself.

The vineyard bloomed under the midday sun, and their laughter carried through the verdant fields, their gazes meeting often, their connection strengthening with every shared secret and smile.

Lunch was served in a quaint bistro at the vineyard, bathed in the golden afternoon light. A bottle of Prosecco, bubbly and crisp, was popped open for them. Their glasses clinked together, and Leslie couldn’t help but revel in the romantic setting and the man across from her.

With lunch finished, Luigi presented them with a second bottle of wine to take home. "For the beautiful couple to continue the celebration at home."

Alex's lips twitched into a smirk, his gaze meeting Leslie's as he held the bottle aloft. "Thank you, Luigi. I have plans for Leslie when we get back and this will be perfect.”

Immediately, Leslie’s mind began to spin with possibilities, especially ones where they kissed, caressed, and eventually fucked. But Alex had sworn he wouldn’t fuck her, she reminded herself.

After a relaxing ride back, the monastery's heavy doors loomed before them, their time-worn facade exuding an air of timeless tranquility. Alex, on the other hand, seemed to hum with an energy that was infectious. His eyes sparkled with an unspoken secret, and it pulled a laugh from her lips.

"Alright, what's got you so excited?" Leslie asked, her gaze fixed on him as they made their way through the echoing hallways.

"That, my dear, is a surprise."

Before she could further voice her curiosity, they arrived at their room. With a ceremonious flourish, Alex opened the door. Leslie gasped at the stunning transformation it had undergone.

Candles of varying heights flickered around the room, their golden light dancing upon the walls, casting an intimate, warm glow. Red and white rose petals were scattered across the floor, leading to their bed which was adorned with more petals and fresh flowers, their fragrant scent filling the air.

"How...?" She found herself unable to finish the sentence, her surprise leaving her momentarily speechless.

Alex stepped past her into the room, moving toward the bed. There he placed the bottle of Prosecco into an ice bucket already waiting. "Father Alessio," he admitted.

The revelation was met with a moment of silence as Leslie drank in the sight before her. The effort, the surprise, the romance of it all left her heart swelling with a profound affection for the man who had gone out of his way to create such a beautiful surprise.

Alex's surprise didn't end with the romantically bedecked room. Holding Leslie's hand, he gently guided her towards the bathroom, which had also been transformed. The bathtub was filled with water, a fine layer of rose petals floating on top. The air was heavy with the aroma of scented oils.

Feeling his arms wrap around her from behind, Leslie inhaled sharply, her eyes falling shut as she leaned into his embrace. His lips met the sensitive skin of her neck, each kiss drawing a soft whimper from her lips.

"May I?" His voice was a soft murmur against her ear, his fingers gently playing with the tie of her dress.

When she nodded, he skillfully untied the knot and pushed the dressed off her, allowing the fabric to pool around her feet. Every nerve in Leslie's body came alive under his heated gaze. She felt seen, cherished, and loved. Gone were thoughts of darker things and worries that Alex could never love her the way he’d loved Mia. The look in his eyes was the look of a man who was gloriously in love, and this beautiful moment would forever be etched in her heart.

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