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“I'll see you in the morning?” He still doubts my presence at the wedding, and I will keep trying my best to clear his doubts.
“I'll be here before you are down for breakfast.” With that, I turn around and walk away. As I leave the residence, I see her again, Ella. She stands behind a palm tree with a phone hugging her ears. She doesn't look like the sunny woman I met at the rehearsals.
I am tempted to ask my chauffeur to stop the car so I can walk up to her and talk. But, I decide to dismiss the thought and continue to the inn, to retire for the evening as I remind myself of my intentions with Ella.
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Ring, ring, ring. The alarm forces me to open my eyes and I wait for a moment to adjust to the darkness. The curtains are shut, and the house is silent. Even the birds are afraid to announce their presence. I begin to wonder if I am the only one that has lodged here. Then I hear two beeps followed by a continuous buzz. My lazy fingers reach for the table in search of my phone.
When I finally find it, I squint at the bright screen. reduce the brightness of the screen and begin to scroll to read the new text message:We have a call from the Westleys. They have decided to lock it in with Wealth Sage. They request a meeting with you on Monday as they will be returning to England the next day. I mailed all the necessary documents as you requested.I lower the phone to the nightstand. When I drop my head on the mattress, I feel a raging headache.
The Westleys had proved difficult to keep as partners and for months now, they have remained indecisive about investing with the firm. It's great news, yes, but my assistant had chosen the wrong hour as always to send a message. I consider texting her back to tell the Westleys to fuck off. We have better clients coming in and I always get what I want, with or without them, but I reconsider and decide to let them get away with it. I have little energy at such an hour to type angry words with my fingers. My vision is foggy, but I manage to reach for the drawers. Tossing my phone in, I turn away from the dark curtains and allow myself to fall into an unconscious state once again.
When my alarm rings again. My eyes open to find that the curtains have been drawn a fraction just as I like it. Enough for me to see the birds fly past the hotel’s tower and a hint of a green forest in the distance. Daylight has found its way into the room, falling on the sheets, where I am naked. I feel the space beside me and wish the little lady in the red dress would suddenly appear above me.
I summon the image of a woman with brunette hair and wide round eyes to crowd my thoughts. Blood rushes to my cock. I bring her to life and watch her sway into the room, dressed in a black corset with bold red lipstick smeared on her full lips. She slants me a daring look and creeps onto the bed. “Come here.” Isay to her, and she obeys. She is brave at first and looks into my eyes but when I run my hands along her sides, she whispers my name and looks away.
“No, look at me.” I demand her eyes back to mine. She straddles my waist and slowly reaches behind her to untie the strings of the sophisticated outfit. It's maddening to watch her remove the corset at a snail's pace. With my expert manipulation, I rip the entire thing off her body in one swift movement. She sighs, throwing her head back to expose her nape to me. I am enslaved by the temptress before me. I make an upward-thrusting movement, eager to be sheathed in her heat. Her nipples are pink and hard like buttons; they are just as I want them to be. Soon, we become frantic to taste each other.
We don't have much time until reality sets in. So, I hungrily wrap my hands around her waist and lift her slightly. She says my name in a whisper, her eyes are glazed with lust. Her sexy lips part to welcome me. "You are mine," I say and force her head down to mine. Our lips meet in an erotic dance just as I graze the delicate tissue of her center. I feel her wetness coating me, driving me insane to the point of no return.
“Good girl,” I say and thrust in hard and fast. She moans while gripping my shoulders for support. I mold my hands to her waist and move to a dizzying rhythm. She feels tight around me. I truly can’t stop or assume full control of our coupling. Somewhere in the background, my phone begins to ring.
“Antonio, you have to answer it,” she whispers above me.
“Hush,” I tell her while quickening my pace.
“Antonio,” she giggles, and I look up to see her face lit up in a wicked grin. “I win.” Then she is gone. I groan and grip the sheets beside me searching for her, hoping that she had found her way to me and that it is not a mere dream. The bed is cold. I have all the space to myself. She was never here. I am all alone.
I stare into space for a few minutes, trying to relive the fantasy. But it won’t come back. So, with the time I have left in bed, I plan my day. It doesn't last more than 30 minutes, my time for deep mental preparation. I lean to the side of the bed and check the time. I should be heading down for breakfast by 8:00am and then leave for the inn to spend the rest of my day. Lifting myself into a sitting position, I flex my muscles and stretch my legs. My phone buzzes in the drawers. This time around, I finally take the call.
“What do you want, Maria?” I don't try to hide the irritation in my voice for her. Maria Parisi is the last person that I wish to speak with right now. She is a pain in the butt, and I mean this in every way imaginable. From the time we were children, I have had little patience for her. While waiting for her response, I ring the bell for a maid to prepare my bath.
“Where are you?” she asks in a devil-may care tone.
“Nevada.” I pick up a towel from the shower room and wrap it around my waist. Usually, I don't bother to cover up my naked form and I stand to my full height walking toward the shower room, but this is different. This is not my mansion back in Seattle; this is Italy. This is the Villa, a place I once knew as home.
After I left Sergio, I received several calls from my mother asking me to come home. I did reluctantly obey her but it was nothing special. My mother had managed to convince me to return after claiming she had fallen ill. I am reminded that I am not alone here. I was made to believe that she wasn't well. When I arrived at the Villa, I found my way up the stairs and slumped into my old bed. Somehow, I managed to get past the crowd that waited to welcome me in the front yard. They all knew that I would return to the Villa except me.
Everything was left white and sparkling clean for my use. The maid must have come in while I slept, to clean the bathroom that night. My attention to detail allows me to notice traces of her brown hair on the bathtub and the tap by the sink.
A knock comes at the door, pulling me out of my thoughts. I shuffle around the room to find my toothbrush before letting the maid in. She is different from the last maid that catered for my needs as a teenager. She is younger, with a pleasantness about her. She smiles when she sees me and hurries into the bathroom.
“Can you be nice today, Antonio?” Maria whines. “It's your mother. She wishes to speak with you. She knows you are upstairs. We heard you creep in last night. So, does the lion eventually surrender?”
“What do you want, Maria?” I lean against the window frame, holding my arms up for support.
“Nothing,” she says then adds quickly, “a ring, maybe.”
“Fuck.” I curse and head into the shower. She goes on ranting about how she waited for 15 years to see me again. She tells me about the shame she has had to face ever since I ran away from home. Maria Parisi and I had been betrothed to each other from birth and no matter how much I deny her the pleasure of getting close to me, she still stays to conform to policies put into place by our fathers.
“Forget it, Antonio. We will talk about the rest at dinner. I am downstairs and will be having breakfast with your family.” She abruptly hangs up before I can say anything.Well, she won’t find me here for dinner,I mutter under my breath as I head to the shower.
I put my face under the tap and let the cool water cascade down my head to the tip of my nose and then down the drainit went. The hotness in my head subsides but then it moves to another part of my body. Without even realizing it my thoughts have returned to the little lady and I get a raging hard on. I have little control even though I try as much as possible to act like she doesn't exist. To help me, I take myself to look at the tiny, dotted holes in the sink drainer. My eyes follow each gap and I begin to count them, one, two, three, four…until my straining cock settles. Minutes later, I hear the maid shut the door quietly behind her.
Usually, I like my outfit for the day ready the night before but that is not a luxury. Stepping out of the shower, my eyes lift to the mirror before me. I cringe. Each day, I find myself becoming more of the spitting image of my father. My brows are knitted in a frown. Water drips from my dark wet hair to my chiseled jaw and I look as grumpy as ever. I scratch the stubbles on my face and consider shaving it all off today.No. I will save it all for later. Right now, I have to go meet my family.
Chapter 4
