LOGINEMILY'S POV I watched Vito from the backseat of the car, and noticed he kept looking at his side mirror. I started to grow worried. "Vito is everything alright?" "Yes, Senora. Everything is perfectly fine." He nodded. For the rest of our ride back home, he kept his eyes on the road. As soon was we wheeled in through the gates, his phone which laid on the front passenger's seat beeped, and his eyes fell on the screen quickly. Immediately, he muttered some incoherent words that sounded like a curse. I wanted to ask if everything was okay for a second time, but refrained. Clearly, something wasn't right. He parked the car and quickly alighted to get the door for me. I said my thanks and made my way in, reminding myself there was something I needed to discuss with the family, excluding Mrs Ferrari of course. What I wanted us to discuss was about her. As I headed in, I noticed Vito took a different car and drove out immediately. I just prayed in my mind that whatever wa
EMILY'S POV My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. It wasn't because Matteo was kissing Larissa. No. It was because of the level of angst between them. It made their kiss even more intense, and I felt my belly do that thing. She suddenly pulled away from him, panting hard. I half expected she'd slap him. I mean, telenovela style. But she didn't. "Let me go, you crazy...." She trailed off, trying to pull her wrist out of his hold. "The temerity to think you belong to anyone else other than me." He literally growled, before capturing her lips in another searing kiss. I could actually feel my ears go hot. Jesus Christ! She tried to put up more resistance, but her attempted warnings were muffled between their lips. Sooner than I had imagined, her resistance turned into soft moans, and I started to feel like I was interrupting something. My legs literally swung into action when she tugged at his pants, and he actually started unbuckling his belt. Good heav
EMILY'S POV "Dante." She called again, and his jaw ticked. "Can we talk for just a few minutes?" She asked so calmly, not fazed by how pissed he looked. She just seemed so put together in a way that... made me jealous. I hated that I felt that way, but you wouldn't blame me. This woman had a kind of aura and composure that was unmatched. She was so tall and slender, like a supermodel that stepped out of a magazine cover. And her face card, was simply lethal. I hoped Dante would just turn away from her, hold my hand and lead us to the rest of the party. But his next words had me feeling so disappointed, that it physically hurt. "Clara, please take Emily with you." Not, 'my wife'. His response had not been typically bad, but it hurt all the same. Clara gave a nod his way, before taking my hand in hers and leading me away. As we left, I turned to look at that lady one last time. She had her eyes on me already. The look in her eyes were... not actually challenging or
EMILY'S POV I couldn't help the way my skin crawled as I rushed out of the bathroom. I hated that I felt that way. I hated that I probably ruined the 'fun'. But I just couldn't help it. I prayed Dante didn't try to follow me out to the bedroom, because I didn't think I could bring myself to utter a single word to him. I quickly wore my trousers and threw on my top, not bothering with my bra. After that, I rushed out of his room and headed to mine, grateful I didn't walk past anyone along the way. The first thing I did when I got to my room, was to bath. I felt so dirty. I hadn't felt that way in a long time. I hated that feeling of... self loathing. I had battled it for such a long time. I thought I was finally over it, but... clearly, I wasn't. After stepping out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a bathrobe, not shivering from cold, but an internal kind of pain I couldn't explain. My hair was still wet, but I didn't care. I laid on my bed, the wetness seeping righ
DANTE'S POV "Take off your clothes, Emily." She remained unmoving for seconds, and I felt myself grow uncertain. "Emily..." Right then, she slowly turned to me and held my gaze. Her hand went for the zipper of her trousers, and she brought it down. She paused again, as if needing a push to keep going, so I nodded at her. That seemed to be enough encouragement because she started pulling down the trouser and wiggling out of it. Soon enough she completely took it off, left in her black lace panties and blouse. "Go on." I urged, and she gave a timid nod. Fuck... I loved how innocent she always seemed. She held the hem of the blouse and in one swift motion, took it over her head. Without waiting for me to push more, her fingers went behind her and unbuckled the clasps of her bra, which fell downwards, joining the rest of her clothes in a pile on the bathroom floor. Now, she stood before me in just her panties, looking very nervous and wringing her knees against each o
DANTE'S POV "Now kiss me. I've been hungry for that all day." I had truly been hungry for her the entire day, feeling rather lucky when Vito called to tell me he was still caught up in some business he was handling for me . That was why I seized the opportunity and came to pick her. That was why I kissed her for no reason, when she asked if she was a child. Did I ever really have a reason for kissing her? For... fucking her? Why did the word 'fucking' suddenly sound so wrong to use in respect to her? What was wrong with me? When I felt her move her lips against mine, I was overcome with the need to taste all of her. I pushed out my tongue and let it dance around hers, tasting her sweet essence. She moaned into my lips, her fingers travelling through my hair and pulling gently. My hand reached for her waist and trailed slowly down to her ass. I give a gentle squeeze, and she moaned again. That drove me over the edge and I could feel myself getting hard. Just when I g
EMILY'S POV I headed back to my room after leaving Dante's, a small frown on my face. Most times he had me feeling so confused. Moments ago in his room, he was hot one minute, and cold the next. Why had he called me that? 'Ginger'. Argghhh!! He just had a way of stressing my mind out. I
EMILY'S POV As we stepped out of the car, Miguel and Fuergo helped us in with our shopping bags, while one of the maids approached us. "Good afternoon, Signora, Miss Alexa." She gave a courteous bow. "Good afternoon, Maria." Alexa nodded, looking at her expectantly. "Signora has a visit
EMILY'S POV I stepped out of the car, looking over the familiar environment that had always felt a lot more like home. Even though uncle Matteo and his family had moved to a better part of the slums, I still had dreams of doing more for them. I wanted to make loads of money and move them out of
DANTE'S POV I watched silently as Uncle Massimo paced the length of Doctor Alfonso's office, heaving so roughly. "How could you, Dante?!!" His voice suddenly boomed over the place. I released a low sigh, maintaining my calm. "How could you do this?" He asked again, making his way to me.







