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Chapter Thirteen
RHYS
I don’t think I have ever done such things for a woman before as I am right now, nor would I ever have. Today, Vera and I have hardly seen the hotel room. She wanted to go see the sights, and who was I to deny her? I wanted to prove that I could and would give her the world. Call it ego or a power trip, but I was enjoying it.
We got to see almost every important place in Rome, and we had a long and amusing talk about the things that sued to go on in the Colosseum. A saucy woman like Vera would like the idea of men and animals fighting to the death in front of a cheering crowd as if it’s sport. I could see her fitting in well at the time, though she would be a real ball buster for woman, of course.
After that, I surprised her with balcony reservations at the most exclusive restaurant in the city with views of everything s the stars began to come out. I know I a lot of women would see it as a romantic gesture, but I figured Vera would appreciate this for what it was; a show of what she was getting by agreeing to be my wife. I was fighting a battle of sorts myself, trying to prove to her I was the best choice for the future of her gang and all the things he wanted to accomplish.
But as we sat there and our food was all gone, just enjoying the views of Rome, I allowed myself to watch her in a calm state, something I got the feeling she didn’t get to be very often, and I realized something. It was something that both excited me and scared me at the same time.
I was beginning to have feelings other than loathing and lust for Vera.
See, no one, not even a tough, mafia man like me, wants to marry in a business deal, though getting someone smoking hot and tough as nails doesn’t hurt at all. But it was something I thought I was prepared to do, especially when it satisfied the end goal I had to gain the trust back of Ion and Mariana; my king and queen. But it took me by surprise the moment I realized that my end goal was no longer the only thing I wanted out of this.
I looked over at the way the moonlight was hitting the sheen on her golden hair and her shimmering dress, just the way she liked it, and I thought about how tough she was. There was no woman in the world better suited for me or my purposes, so why would I deny a little spark turning into something even stronger if it could make both of us happy?
My goal suddenly became to show Vera I could give her what she deserved so that she would start to open up to me and trust me, in business, in the bedroom, and in her heart. I was such a weak fool for her, and I had never even noticed it.
Now, we are walking out of the restaurant and back onto the night streets of Rome, just strolling with no destination. Vera is talking, and I can tell she has had a lot of wine, and she sounds so excited about all she has experienced today. It makes me smile.
We pass by a gondola, and suddenly I know there is something we must do. I wonder if Vera has even had anyone try to woo her at all. I doubt it, and I know I have to be careful, lest I lose my balls in the process.
"There’s still one thing we must do while in Rome," I say, offering her my arm. She puts her arm inside and walks with me, a little giggle escaping her at the pure cinema of the moment as I lead her to where I can pay to have a gondola ride with her.
I feel her eyes on me, but I look straight ahead as we step onto the boat and take a seat.
"Don’t tell me you’re going all soft on me now, Romanian," she says, elbowing me hard in the ribs.
I growl at her, though I know she is teasing,. This is as close to being intimate as we ever get. And I know I may have to put up with it for a time before I push her into feeling anything more for me than wanting my cock inside her when she needs it.
"I wanted to show you Rome properly. You can’t come here and not do this. You can think of it whatever you wish," I tell her flatly.
"Alright, sounds fair."
I nod in snugness as we take the rest of the ride in silence, but when I reach for her leg, resting my hand there, she doesn’t move it away. I take it as a sign of progress at any rate and just enjoy her presence.
I know when we get back home it won’t be so easy, that I might lose anything I have felt with her here and now, so I will enjoy what I can when I can.
When we complete the ride, I help her out of the boat. "C'mon, Romanian," she says to me with the most devilish look I’ve ever seen. "We have an appointment with that fucking glorious bed."
