Italian Billionaire's Black Love (BWWM Interracial Romance) Read Free

on his own.” She finished her glass of wine and removed her lasagna from the oven. “And, if you ever do that to me again, Carla, I will make sure you leave my chair bald.”
    Carla cracked up at her friend. “You keep threatening me and I’ll have to tell people you don’t know how to do hair anymore.” She knew it was an empty threat because the only hair Eve did these days was her own and Carla’s.
    “No one would believe it, especially since I got that mention in People magazine.” Now that Carla was over her matchmaking for the moment, Eve was relieved she could get back to what was important: her business.
    “Does this mean you’re not up for dinner with Valentino and me?”
    “Is Alessandro going to be there?” The silence told her everything she needed to know. “Sorry, I’m busy that day.”
    Carla chuckled. “But I haven’t told you the date yet, Eve.”
    Her sigh was dramatic. “Well, I’m pretty busy all of the days.” Carla’s laugh was contagious even through the phone. Her doorbell rang. “Hang on, Carla, someone is at my door.”
    “Don’t open it if you can’t see their face, I saw this thing on Dateline …”
    “Char,” she warned as she opened the door. “Unbelievable,” she muttered.
    “What? Is he trying to force his way in? Should I call 911?”
    Eve laughed. “No, Carla, my goodness! It was a delivery guy with a gigantic bouquet of stargazer lilies and white roses.”
    Carla squealed. “Oh my goodness, that’s so romantic! They’re from Alessandro, right? I mean, of course they are, who else would be sending you flowers? Your favorite flowers, at that.”
    “Yeah, Carla, how would anyone know my favorite flowers?”
    Carla ignored her and kept rambling, “Is there a card? What does the card say?”
    “Carla!” When her friend finally calmed down, she read the card. “There is a card and all it says is ‘ This isn’t over. –Alessandro.’”
    “Wow! Girl, I’m over here fanning myself because that is so hot! Are you sure nothing else happened between you guys?” She paused and Eve could hear the ice clinking in her glass. “What isn’t over, Eve? Tell me?”
    She sighed in frustration. “It’s nothing, Carla. I’m sure this is just because no other woman has ever turned him down or bought him an expensive bottle of wine.” She knew that’s all this was about, his ego .
    “Maybe,” Carla hedged, “but it could be like the romance novels where the billionaire always falls for the different girl who’s impervious to his charms. That girl could be you!”
    Eve shook her head in amusement. She loved Carla’s optimism. “I don’t need some billionaire to storm into my life and sweep me off my feet. I’m fine.”
    “Yeah, but wouldn’t it be great if he did sweep you off your feet?”
    “Not even a little bit.”
    “You are a love Scrooge.”
    “I think you mean a realist.” Her doorbell chimed again.
    “Whatever, Eve. Stop being so cynical and just enjoy this. And go answer your door, dammit. I want to know what else you’re going to get.”
    “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’ll be over the top and crazy expensive, just like the flowers.” She pulled open the door and a shocked gasp escaped.
    “What, Eve? What is it? Tell me.”
    “Nothing, Carla,” she answered, barely above a whisper.
    “I told you this wasn’t over, amore mio ,” Alessandro’s deep voice echoed in the hall. “Not by a long shot.”

Chapter Three
    Alessandro wasn’t accustomed to chasing down a woman; he usually had the opposite problem. Women flocked to him and were willing to do whatever he wanted for a chance to become his lover because it was very well known that Alessandro Scotti had no plans to marry. Yet here he was being driven to a house in the Hollywood Hills because of the enchanting woman who walked out on him. Him!
    He knew women, however, and he was sure she’d be so taken with the obscene bouquet he’d sent, Eve would be more than eager to go