Vittoria
“Let me drive you home at least, Marchesi!”
I was glad my legs didn’t actually give out beneath me as I finally got him to let go of me, freeing myself from his hold, and left the lounge.
In my panic, I didn’t even call for Beatrice or Eleonora, so I don't even know how the fuck I would get home anyway.
The fact that he followed me out of the club, not caring about all the people watching as he was calling for me, doesn't help calm down my racing heartbeat.
Taking out my phone to call someone, Domenico catches up with me, ripping the phone out of my hands before I can even unlock it. “Let me drive you home.”
Vittoria “Oh,” Alessio whistles as I walk into the kitchen. “Look at her!” I giggle, blushing as I walk to the coffee machine. “Stop it. But thank you.” I wouldn’t have thought that a black pencil shirt and a cute beige blouse would have that effect, but nice to know! “Does that gorgeous ensemble have something to do with the Vespasiani and his lap dog coming in to beg for forgiveness for the money they spent on the bail of the bastard’s brother without your consent?” I gasp, activating the machine with a push of a button. “And who told you?” He laughs as I prop my fist onto my hip. “I am going to be the new boss soon, so I have my sources.” “Smart ass,” I hiss, squinting my eyes at him and he cracks up. Turning towards me, he kisses my shoulder, whispering. “Don’t forget to have some fun, sis.” “Kids,” my father clears his throat, making us turn to him like deers caught in the headlines. Domenico and Paolo are standing behind him and while Domenico looks like he could kill
VittoriaHe laughs before his face falls again, “Wait. You aren’t kidding me?”“Nope,” I answer, plopping the p. “I was sold by my family to settle a bad debt my father had. And the family that bought me didn’t regard me as very useful, so I ended up on the black market. And my father had already taken his godson into his home when he had lost his parents in a car accident, and I guess he thought having a sister would be nice.”He whistles, “This is batshit crazy. But I’m glad that you got bought by the old man then… Well, I guess…”“It was heaven ending in this house. I finally experienced what love feels like,” I say happily and he flashes me a sad smile.“If you say that the family that initially boug
Vittoria “Papà!” Francesco celebrates, throwing his hand into the air while still clasping his coloring pen. But Domenico’s eyes are long set on me and they fall onto my knees before I shift, shielding me further from his hungry gaze. “What the-?” he asks, taking a step into the room as I show him the picture that I colored. “We spent our time coloring, so don’t worry. Your wife went to pick up your son, so I offered to look after the little prince,” I explain, reaching out to tousle the boy's hair as he laughs. “My wi-” he starts, seemingly lost. “Ah, no. That’s my nanny. She always gets late at picking up her son because of me, so thank you. I guess that will keep her from resigning for another day.” Francesco points to my painting, cackling. “Look, she colored her dinosaur all pink.” “Hey,” I protest, slamming my coloring book close. “You just said it was pretty! How mean!” The little boy laughs only more, and I chuckle as well as I look back up at Domenico, who is still lo
VittoriaI feel incredibly stupid as I pull at my skirt which is way too short.I’m an idiot!Staring at the numbers rising, signaling to me that I will reach the penthouse soon, I act as if my heart isn’t beating into my throat.Just like last night when I made the decision to send the cringy text and then was so stupid to act on my desire and picked up.I groan, closing my eyes as I cuss myself out.I really should have ignored it.But no, I had to flirt. I had to kiss him, and I had to fucking cum on my fingers while he was whispering dirty things into my ear.
Vittoria“Yes, this is correct. It’s about the sum you would pay for such an offense,” Oscar explains to me.I rub my eyes with my index in my thumb as I sigh exhaustedly. “So… I can at least expect that he wasn’t stupid enough to pay any bribe money to him on top of that.”“No,” my family’s lawyer confirms. “It looks like he just paid what he needed to get his brother out of jail.”Lifting my index finger to my father appearing in the door, I switch my position to hold the phone to the other ear. “Thank you very much, Oscar. You have been a great help.”“I am here whenever you need me, dear,” he says, making
DomenicoTurning my wrist, I check my watch. It’s fucking four a.m. Has she been unable to sleep while thinking of me? Did it take her so long to text me? To gather the courage? I chuckle to myself, thinking that she might be cussing out herself because she thinks it was so stupid of her to write me such a thing. I sigh, watching the text preview with a grin. Well, baby girl, you had the upper hand long enough. Leaning back, I take another sip of my beer, envisioning her in her bed, with her head buried in her pillow as she groans cutely. Let’s take her out of this torture, shall we?!Opening the message, I see that she had been online just a moment ago, telling me that she did go into the chat, probably checking what she wrote and if I really hadn’t checked it or texted back yet. Pushing onto the small symbol of a receiver, I call her, clearing my throat as it rings. ‘Come on,’ I whisper to myself, shaking with my leg as she lets it ring. It is just about to go to voicema