Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

“Good.” His fingers traced a lazy circle against her skin. “Because I sleep better like this.”

Her fingers threaded through the dark waves of his hair, slow and lazy. Each stroke felt like a lullaby her hands had memorized.

He should be terrifying.

But right now, he’s just warm. Just steady. Just… mine.

And for the first time in years–maybe ever-

she felt like she might be enough.

Just Lola.

She swallowed hard, nerves bubbling low in her chest. Her fingers paused, then resumed their slow sweep.

“Enzo?” she whispered, barely loud enough to stir the air.

He grunted, lips still pressed to the soft fabric of his shirt against her skin.

“Pinky promise me something?”

That got his attention. He shifted just enough to peek one eye open, brows lifting in sleepy amusement.

“You want a pinky swear?” he rasped.

She nodded, shy but firm. “Mhm. No matter what this ends up being… promise we won’t use each other. Not for power. Not for business. Not to gain ground in some fucked–up game.”

Her voice softened further, a teasing smirk tugging at her mouth.

“Middle–of–the–night sex is still on the table though. Obviously.”

He huffed a sleepy laugh and reached up blindly, pinky extended without hesitation.

“I promise,” he murmured, linking it with hers. “No games. No leverage. Just you and me.”

Their fingers stayed twined.

Neither one of them wanted to pull away.

A knock at the door ruined everything.

It wasn’t loud, just a firm tap followed by another. Polite, respectful–but persistent.

Enzo groaned softly against her neck, breath warm. “If that’s anyone but Marco, I’m putting a bullet in the wall.”

Lola chuckled and buried her face into his hair. “Don’t tempt me. I still haven’t recovered from the last time they kicked in a door.”

Enzo kissed her collarbone, then sighed against it. “Stay here. Sleep. Steal my hoodie. Just don’t disappear on me again.”

He rolled out of bed with fluid ease, muscles shifting under the blanket before he stood–completely unapologetically naked, because of course he was. Lola propped herself up on her elbows to watch him move.

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God, that back. That everything.

She didn’t even try to hide the grin tugging at her lips.

Enzo

He reached for his pants on the chair by the door, tugging them on without a word, but not before turning to wink at her. “Enjoy the view, trouble. It’s reserved seating.”

“You’re so annoying,” she muttered, smiling anyway.

When he opened the door, it was Nico.

*Morning, Boss,” Nico said, not bothering to hide the amused glint in his eyes. “Sorry. I know you’re off the clock for once, but we’ve got three updates and a situation brewing with Bellandi’s crew. They’re testing fences again.”

Enzo scrubbed a hand down his face. “Let me get dressed. Give me ten.”

Nico nodded, then flicked a glance past Enzo into the room. “She good?”

Enzo didn’t even hesitate. “She’s everything.”

Nico’s mouth tugged to the side in something halfway between a smirk and a smile. “Figured.”

He left Enzo to it.

Because in the bed behind him, there was peace.

She was at the counter, barefoot and bleary–eyed, drowning in his black zip–up crop hoodie and holding two mugs like she’d been doing this every morning for years. No fanfare. No extra effort. Just sleepy confidence and legs that went on for days.

She passed him one without looking. “Coffee. Don’t say I never give you anything.”

“I’ve gotta head out. Meetings. Checks. Some clean–up. I’ll have Nico hovering close. Someone at the door. You’ll be covered.”

She just sipped her coffee and raised a brow. “Awww. You worried about little ole me?”

She grinned. “You know it takes an access card to even get to this floor, right? And your cameras are monitored around the clock,”

“Then relax, il mio destino (my destined).” She reached up and smoothed the collar of his jacket, tugging him a bit closer. “Go do your mafia errands or whatever it is you people do.”

Before he could reply, her fingers slipped into his jacket pocket and pulled out a black pen.

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“What are you-”

She grabbed his wrist and, with careful strokes, drew a tiny smiley face inside a small heart just below his cuff.

“Just a little reminder,” she said softly. “That someone’s thinking about you while you’re out being all broody and powerful.”

His voice dipped. “You’re trouble.”

“You keep saying that like it’s not the reason you’re obsessed.”

He leaned down and kissed her–slow, like he didn’t want to leave at all.

When he started to pull away, she caught his hand.

“Don’t forget to come back to your fiancée.”

He paused, turning just enough to look at her over his shoulder. Hair mussed, lips still pink from kissing him, a sleepy menace in one of his shirts.

His smile softened. “I wouldn’t dare.”

She stepped closer–barefoot, bold–and slid her hand inside his jacket, fishing out the pen she just knew would be there.

“Hold still.”

He raised a brow but let her pull his sleeve down, on the inside of wrist under his thumb, he watched her draw a tiny heart with a capital L on the inside.

“That’s permanent now,” she said with mock seriousness. “You’re branded.”

He bent his head and pressed a kiss to the heart like it was sacred.

“Good. If you need anything just text me or ask Nico since he’ll be here.”

Then, coffee in hand, he turned and walked out the door-

smiling like a man who knew exactly who he belonged to.

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