Chapter 32. Paparazzi

VICTORIA

“Let’s go Victoria,” Alessandro commanded as I was brought back to earth by his deep annoyed voice. I got down from the bed but the pain from earlier was still there plus my legs were a bit wobbly.

“Alessandro, it hurts,” I admitted to him.

“Should I get a wheelchair from the nurses?” Sebastian hastily suggested.

Alessandro looked at my legs before appearing to spew a string of colorful words in Italian before bending down and sweeping me off my feet and into his arms.

He carried me out of the room in bridal style as I hooked my arms tightly around his neck. Sebastian closed the door behind us as Alessandro carefully maneuvered his way down the stairs with me in his arms.

I caught a whiff of his intoxicating masculine scent as I leaned closer to inhale more. He smelled so masculine, he smelled like musk, citrus and oud I think. I wasn’t good at telling scents but I think I came close. He smelled like heaven and sun together. That came clo