The man I should never have touched

VITTORIA'S POV

"Hey, Vittoria. You've been avoiding my calls. Is everything okay? I just want to remind you of the little party the ladies are throwing for you tonight. Hope you're getting ready?"

 My hand mistakenly played the voice note that Nissi had sent to me when I couldn't pick up her call because I was talking with my brother.

"No. No longer interested." I replied. But immediately, a different thought struck my mind, and I had to delete the message and resend another one.

"Okay. Let's meet at the Sunset resort one hour before the time." I replied, ignoring my brother's warnings.

"Vittoria, is this the best you can dress for such a party that is supposed to hold a special memory in your life? And you look… oh my, I just don't like your appearance this evening, girl." Nissi frowned the moment she set her eyes on me.

"I'm not in for any party, Nissi. I...I just stepped out because I want to forget about my sorrows." I muttered weakly.

"Sorrows? What type of sorrow?" Nissi asked, her voice laced with so much concern.

"It's Diego. He cheated on me. And guess who the lady is?

My favourite cousin, who flew all the way from California to New York just to be part of my wedding. I never knew they had a different agenda on the ground."

My voice began to crack as every incident began to replay in my head.

Nissi was speechless. She offered me her arms to cry my heart out and gently wiped my tears with her palms.

"You see. That's why I tell you that all men are scumbags! Thank God the thought of marriage has never crossed my mind." She ranted, and I clearly understood her.

 Nissi and I have been friends since grade school. But at least, her community is not like mine, which mocks any girl who is still unmarried above the age of twenty.

"So, what do you want us to do now?"

"I want to lose my virginity, Nissi," I replied without hesitation. Nissi widened her eyes.

"Can you believe that I've been keeping myself for Diego, yet he got the nerve to mock me to Abby? Now I just want to dash it out to anyone, because Diego doesn't deserve it. Even if he returns and we eventually reconcile, he doesn't deserve my virginity again." I affirmed.

"Come on, babe. There are many ways of getting over a heartbreak, but I can tell you that giving your dignity to some random man is never a solution! Nissi tried to argue.

"Are you in to help me find a man or not, Nissi? Of course, I can always find one for myself."

I sneered, picked up my bag and began to walk away.

"Wait. I can help you. I'll find you a male escort." Nissi called out, muttering weakly, but I still grabbed her message.

"But you know it has to involve money. You can't just..."

"I'll pay for everything, Nissi. Even the hotel. Just get the man for me, and that's all." I cut in.

Of course, I'm not from a rich background nor do I have a high-paying job, but tonight, I've made up my mind to spend my last penny just to get this disgusting scene off my head!

Thank God, I still have some personal savings I did in preparation for the wedding, so at least that one can get me a good hotel room and even pay the guy off.

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We went into the hall, it wasn't just a nightclub, but it seemed like something more dark. It was a bit dull and filled with heavily built and nasty old men whose looks are more of men that are eager to stick their fingers and cock in between the legs of the half-naked girls twerking on the dance floor.

A strong wave of nausea washed over me as the strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled my nostrils. I rolled my eyes around the whole place, wondering where the ladies here had hidden their shame before acting up as strippers.

"Hey. Is she the one?" A deep husky voice roared from my side, jolting me out of my thoughts as his fingers pointed at me while he threw a dark glare at me with his left eye.

"Y..yes." Nissi nodded and stretched her hands towards him.

"Here's one of the keys. The room number is 5507. She'll be with you shortly." Nissi added, and the man shot me a glare one last time before leaving. "Hope you know that I hate delays." He warned.

My body couldn't get off the quiver that his stare had sent across me. "Jeez. He's so full of himself! Am I not going to pay him for the service? Anyways, I'm out for business already." I groaned.

Nissi and I had enough whiskey shots, mixed with different brands of strong alcohol.

"What did you say is the room number again?" I asked Nissi as she handed the keys to me.

"It's written on the key holder, girl. But in case you can't see well, it is room number 5037."

With that, I didn't bother to check for any number on the key holder again. I just staggered straight to the room number Nissi had mentioned.

I staggered to the door. The room was slightly open already, so I bumped in without using my keys.

"Hey, you're late." The man's icy voice echoed. "And I don't pay for late services."

I almost choked myself with laughter. 'Look at this delusional man, am I not the one paying for his services? So, I have the right to come at any time I wish!' I mumbled in silence.

"Good. Neither am I in for any long talks. Just... just make me forget." I stuttered, throwing myself on the large sofa, spreading my legs widely across two ends.

Damn it! This man is devastatingly handsome! Even though I was drunk, I still didn't miss the views of his captivating, deep blue eyes and the dimples that didn't fail to appear at the slightest word from him.

My eyes bulged down to the hard cock that was already shooting out of his boxers.

'Fuck! Why didn't I notice all these things earlier? I would have followed after him immediately!'

He pinned my hands down, fanning my face with his breath, but it was devoid of any alcohol or cigarette smell. It was then that I noticed his bloody, bruised knuckles, but who cares?

"So, tell me how you want it, soft and gentle, or hard and deep?"

He whispered, his deep blue eyes scanning my body from head to toe.  His sweet voice, oh my gosh! It almost had me clenching my legs together!

Before I could say anything, he gently slid his fingers in between my tights while our tongues were locked into each other, rubbing them gently till he reached my core, carefully shifting my panties while he swiftly stroked his fingers in and out, causing me to bite my lips repeatedly, until soft, uncontrollable moans began to escape my lips.

Ahhhh! I can't even imagine how Diego could make me feel this way if we had actually ended up together.

He went ahead and slowly began to roll his tongue over my neck until his lips gradually reached my nipples.

Gosh! I never knew life could be so sweet like this when one tries to do something weird. I held onto him tightly as he plunged his hard cock into my centre, thrusting gently at first before going harder.

'Didn't they say that the first time is always painful? So, why am I not feeling any pain? Or–does it depend on who performs the task?' I thought.

Damn! The night was so good that I didn't know when it turned to daybreak.

 I slowly opened my eyes, and he was just facing me with his back as he was already seated, taking a shot of whiskey.

"Hey.." I paused immediately as my eyes caught sight of the name boldly tattooed on his back, ‘Marcello Giordano.’

'Jesus Christ! Did Nissi give me the wrong person, or did she give me the wrong room number?' I blinked, trying to dismiss the thoughts in my head connecting to that name.

I quickly picked up my phone from the bedside to text my brother. I already have twenty-nine unanswered calls from him.

My heart began to race, but I still managed to calm my breath while I sent him a text.

"Hi brother, the engagement is cancelled. Diego and I have agreed to put a pause."

"And just a quick one, what did you say is the name of that Mafia kingpin again?"

I scrolled down to Nissi's name and sent a chat. "Babe, did you know the name of the escort you arranged for me? If yes, please chat with me immediately."

‘Vittoria, you have to be strategic. If he happens to be the Mafia King, then he must not know the root of your existence.’ I thought of you myself.