Dark secret of South Italy

When I met Bryony I thought that the agreement between our families was not so bad, she was really beautiful, she was slim, with light blonde hair very long until the waist, her skin was fine, white and smooth, and her eyes were emerald green. She looked like a delicate and elegant woman, ready to make our business relationship, because that was what this marriage pact was. Although they called it a love engagement, it was a purely commercial engagement between our families. 

I was like every Italian man, I liked women very much and from the very first moment I felt quite attracted to her, but I thought that it would take me some time to get truly attached to that beautiful woman and to love her. But that it would even be possible in the future thanks to her beauty, which would definitely help in that. I had always had beautiful women, I guess it was a combination of my attractiveness and the money that my family had and that the whole city of Naples knew about.

I never imagined that I would end up getting engaged to a foreigner, but Bryony's family had been doing business with mine for years. They respected each other and so my parents thought that their only beautiful daughter, a final year business student, would be a perfect choice for me so that I could finally settle down and stabilise my crazy head.   The only thing my father asked me to do was not to touch her in any way. I could be with anyone else before the wedding, anyway, Bryony and I, we didn't know each other at all, that was the reality. And well, after our wedding, I could continue to do the same as long as I kept my sexual freedom in a discreet way. So that she wouldn't suffer, making her feel that she was my only woman and therefore, the woman of my life. And honestly, that didn't seem like a bad plan at all... In a few months my unconcerned life, that only focused on going to university and meeting exuberant and very attractive women, would change to a life full of responsibilities. I would have to take charge together with my two older brothers, Savio and Adriano, of the family business. Because my father was already too old and wanted to delegate his part to me, since I was his right eye, strangely the son in whom he trusted the most. 

They practically told me about a virginal, innocent and pure fiancée, a perfect being in every way who would be by my side and with whom I was bound to fall in love. And honestly, I thought it would be easy.  I thought a pretty face and a nice ass would be enough, and as my father told me I never touched her, rather it was she who could not resist me.                                                              

It was on one of the first visits, my fiancée's family was quite traditional, even more than mine.  They were orthodox and did not conceive of intimate contact before marriage, and I was really willing to respect that. Anyway I still had too many beautiful friends.          

_ The engagement party will be held in Naples next month, in a big villa by the sea. My wife and I will take care of everything _ said Victorio, Bryony's father.

He was of Italian heritage, and as I was about to do, his family was related to the Greeks in business, pooling their blood and wealth decades ago. 

_We appreciate it, and we will bring gifts to say thank you _ said my mother quickly. _ We are still looking for a big house for the bride and groom, in the centre of Naples, in an exclusive area with a good view. That Bryony likes of course ...                                                          

_ Sorry where is the bathroom? _ I asked interrupting the conversation, and both parents looked at me a little bit strange. -It's too hot, I need to wash my face _I said with sincerity, it was uncomfortable for me, sitting in front of someone I hardly knew and who would be my wife in less than a month.           

She stood up, wearing a short elegant light pink dress and high heels to match, her blonde hair had beautiful waves that danced with every step she took. I couldn't deny that if she wasn't going to be my wife I wouldn't have obliged myself to respect her as if she was an angel from heaven.                                                  

I heard my mother say to hers, and it was true... I felt oppressed to think that in a month I would end the free life I had, and I would become an adult and have to form a family with someone with whom I hadn't spoken for more than five minutes.                                    

_It's this way, follow me? _ she said in a soft voice, my chest felt so tight that I didn't even look at the end of her dress or notice her long, perfectly defined legs. 

I looked at her with surprise, I raised an eyebrow, I didn't understand what she was trying to do. Bryony just smiled at me showing her usual innocent appearance that she used to show in front of her parents, and also in front of all her influential and superficial social and familiar circle.                  

_Is something wrong? _ I asked her confused, and it was then when she walked safely and slowly to me, placing her body a few millimetres away from mine. 

_No... nothing is wrong Marco.

She said with a seductive expression, and at that moment she just bit her lower lip as she stared at me.

_I don't think it's a good idea for you to come here Bryony. Our relatives might think the wrong thing if they found the two of us here alone.