Ruggerio I know I’m addicted the moment I discover that she tastes even better than she smells. After I had her against the wall, we kept making out until we landed on the big bed, throning in the middle of the room. The many mirrors in the room were giving me creepy vibes at first, but by the time I got her off for the second time, I grew particularly fond of them. The incredible picture of our reflection while she was riding me will be enough to keep my thoughts dirty for a happy while. As we lay next to each other, still catching our breaths, I move my hand to take hers. I press a short kiss on her knuckles before I pull myself up to my side. I had to fight the urge to tell her my real name and nearly failed. The sole consolation was that at least the fake name I gave her resembled the beginning of mine. Well, if you were to apply a lot of imagination. She lifts her hand, caressing my side and draws little circles on my birthmark. “This is cute. And it will be your tell if I had
Ginevra “Tell me your darkest secret.” I look at him confused before I bubble over with laughter. “You are such a maniac.” He smiles as he takes a pull off the cigarette we are sharing before handing it over to me. We are cuddled into a love seat because I didn’t feel comfortable to stay on the bed, after all that mess we did on it already. The ridiculous thing is that, because of some kind of strange fetish-destiny, we are still wearing our masks. I feel like he tried to get mine off a few times while I was completely under his mercy, and I’m thankful he refrained from it eventually. “I have no dark secret, Mr.” He chuckles as I lean forward to put the cigarette out. I feel his fingertips slide over my spine, caressing my skin gently. Goosebumps rise, covering my skin in them completely. Even with all the effort I put into the thought, I can’t remember ever feeling this way for a man. Not even slightly. Also, I can’t explain the explosive attraction there is between us or the wa
Ginevra I’m the most dramatic person in the world, I know. That’s all because I was brought up with narrations of miracles, tales about curses and utterly drastic telenovela-storylines. Naturally, the fact that the one narrating it were also dramatic and hot-tempered characters surely wasn’t helpful either. No wonder I felt like nothing even mattered anymore. The night I spent with my mysterious masked man was so wholesome that everything just feels flavorless. God, I miss someone I don’t even know. I’m quite sure he doesn’t even waste a minute thinking of me. Going on with his fabulous and successful life. I sigh deeply and Nina looks up at me from her magazine. “That was a hella deep sigh, love?! What’s wrong?” “Nothing.” I take another deep sigh. Even knowing exactly how my grandmother would hate to see me propping my head up on my head while leaning on the counter, I still don’t have the strength to move. As I stare at the door of the boutique, I pout as I talk to Nina. “I h
Ginevra The night I was planning to go out with Tommaso, being just the two of us, I did my best to doll up. Wearing a light blue summer dress and cute silver peep toes, I opened the door as he rang the doorbell. I had styled my hair into a neat, high bun and wore some light make-up fitting my dress. Smiling brightly as I felt really good about going out with my fiancé to be, I welcomed him in to say hello to my family. Naturally, everyone stayed in tonight to see me go out with the banker’s son. I was standing around feeling a little bit awkward, but he really didn’t seem to care. Looks like he has had amazing puppy training. After bidding our goodbyes to everyone, we step out of the front door, and I push out a deep sigh. I’m surprised at him chuckling at my gesture. “Looks like our families are both a bit too enthusiastic about the marriage.” “Yeah. Seems like it.” I try my best to smile, even if my chest squeezes painfully. As we walk to his car, I’m quite happy to see Rupert
Ginevra “Oh. My. God! You won’t believe it!” I look up from my magazine to face my best friend barging into the room. She walks straight to my armchair and plops down on the footrest standing before me. She grins happily and her eyes sparkle, making me giggle in anticipation. “What?!” “I hope you are ready for something spicy, because I have all the sauce!” I grin back at her, letting my magazine fall into my lap, “Spill it!” She clears her throat, expanding her hands theatrically in front of her. “Apparently, Mr. I’m-the-boss-of-the-world was at the party too.” My eyes widen at her. “Really?” She nods repeatedly, her sly grin growing. “Yes. Yes. And the best part is that he got stood up by a girl apparently. And now he is looking for her!” She burst into a loud laugh, and I laugh maliciously. “What an idiot.” “He posted it on i***a. He is looking for her. Apparently, they made a deal, and he says he wants to break it.” I push out a now forced laugh while my heart skips a
Ruggerio I groan as I open another text that reaches my inbox. This one is straight pick me. It doesn’t even state any details, she just writes how she is the woman of my dreams and wants to make out. Sure. My nerves are already growing thin as the meeting with the representatives of the Montecco family is coming closer and even if I’m ready to handle the prick on my own, my grandfather doesn’t seem to be convinced of the same. He told me a few days ago that this deal is too important to take it casually. So, he and my father are now in the game too and it is getting on my nerves. Badly. Arabella walks in carrying another bunch of documents and I’m ready to jump out of my office situated on the 95th floor as my phone chimes with another incoming DM-notification. Thanking my assistant, I pick up my phone ready to throw it on the wall as I freeze reading the name. I open the message and jump out of my chair at the impact it has on me. Cass: Your name is gorgeous. It suits you. You
Ginevra I don’t even feel the cold air blowing on this chilly summer evening, as we are in line to get into the club. My heart is beating so fast that it seems to warm myself with my anxiety painfully. Not even the buzzing streets of the city that never sleeps has me getting distracted from my sorrow. My breathing gets labored, and I try to regulate it, fearing I will suffocate soon. Nina and Hissy are standing in line with me and while Hissy is clinging to me, telling me how her week was, Nina is already flirting with a guy waiting in another line. As the bouncer finally lets us pass to enter into the club, I straighten my spine and take a deep breath. Sheltered by the loud music, Nina turns to squeeze my arm. “It’s going to be alright, breathe.” I nod with a forced smile even if I would give everything to just turn around and leave. I’ve made up plenty of scenarios of how Ruggerio would recognize me in the crowd and not even one turned out in a good way. It was disastrous. Alway
Ginevra “What does that even mean?” “It means that you are playing with me.” My eyes widen and I push myself out of his hold. Very sublime and not suspicious at all. I am prepared to grab Nina and run off the dance floor but stop as I see her discussing with Mr. Happy-Smile. Just what the fuck is going on? “Nina?!” She holds up her hand to my face, growling. “Not now, Gin. And what makes that a me-problem?” Oops. I turn around as she shouts at him, and he answers her something in a similar manner. Pushing through the crowd panicky, I turn to walk into the small hall where the restrooms are, but just as I’m about to slow down, Ruggerio bumps into me, having me turn around. “What the hell, Ginevra? You know exactly which party I was talking about, don’t you?” With the music fading out due to a thin glass door, his deep voice re-sounds in the confined space, giving me goosebumps. Him using my first name has a devastating effect on me. “Didn’t you say you were waiting for s