Emiliana
It had been a disappointing last day. My grandfather had expressed his feelings about me taking over the family business. Basically telling me not to disappoint him or the family. I felt a pang of hurt stab me in the chest after hearing his words and it only split my decision even further down the middle.
I had pretty much sulked for the remainder of the day. I should have been out having the time of my life but my brain couldn’t let me. I hated the idea of letting my family down, I hated it even more so that I was being put in the position of potentially becoming a failure.
I stared out of my balcony window, watching the black car pull up in the courtyard. I hadn’t seen the emerald prince since the incident outside Nono’s office but I secretly wanted to encounter him again. He seemed to have disappeared into the abyss and never returned.
“Mimmo,” My Nona clutched my face tightly in her soft hands. “Vieni a trovarci presto!” (Come visit soon!) She kissed my pinched cheeks that were now pink and almost swollen.
“I will, Nona.” I embraced her small form, despite how petite she was, she was strong enough to take down a bull.
I picked up my handbag, while the staff placed my luggage into the car. I waved one last goodbye at my summer home and headed out of the complex, peeling onto the sweating tarmac.
The drive to the airport took less time than I thought. It was midday by the time the black vehicle rolled up to the private jet, something I was never able to adjust to. I took careful steps up the stairs and stepped into the plush royal red and gold detailed cabin. Everything looked untouched, it was weird and cold and sent shivers up my spine. I hated travelling alone, something about being suspended in the air with no one to talk to was morbidly solemn.
I dropped my body onto the cool seats, the leather bit and nipped at my bare legs.
“Signorina, would you like a glass?” The attendant asked me, holding a tray of champagne flutes. The bubble fizzed invitingly at me and I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity for free alcohol.
“Thank you.” I replied but she didn’t respond. Her gaze was fixated on another figure in the cabin. A deadly one that I had previously had the pleasure of bumping into. The attendant bit her lip as the dangerous stranger approached, taking a seat diagonally opposite to me.
What the hell was he doing here?
Time stopped still as he buckled himself into his seat. His black slacks and black shirt complimented him in all the right places. His chest was taut, rippling muscles danced through the tightness of his shirt and I could smell the light tang of his cologne.
He caught my gaze and I cleared my throat , making the attendant jump. She placed the glass down on the table before offering the other passenger a glass. He shook his dark locks in silence, his eye contact remained on me. I suddenly felt self conscious in my white shorts and strapped camisole. The majority of my skin was on display and his burning gaze threatened to scold every inch of my flesh.
I fastened my seatbelt as the pilot introduced the jet to the runway. Before long we were high in the sky and soaring through the clouds.
No words were ever spoken by the man opposite me, his expression never faltered from that of, nothingness. I was now on my third glass of champagne, the sudden need to drink the awkward silence away or drink until I could come up with a conversation starter.
“What is your name?” I asked inquisitively, holding the innocence and intoxicated tone from my voice. He didn’t respond. “Qual è il tuo nome?” I repeated in Italian, hoping he would understand. He moved his gaze from me to the window silently. “Rude.” I scoffed at him, unclipping my belt and stumbling towards the bathroom.
I locked the door loudly and took a deep breath as I stared at my reflection. I would have the weekend to recover from jet lag and a hangover before I headed in to start my new job. My incoming emails had become incessant over the last few days. News of me becoming the next CEO travelled quickly and with that came the bombarding emails of congratulations, enquiries and other pointless conversation.
I threw water across my face, relishing in the chill it brought me. I needed to get out of my funk, I sighed to myself. There were others in far worse positions than I.
I unlocked the bathroom door, the cabin jostled and wobbled as it hit slight turbulence and I fell into the familiar black wall of material. The sparks that danced along my skin as the grip on my hips tightened was enthralling. The delightful sensation between my legs heightened when I inhaled the deep scent of cologne. The rich tone of wood and mandarin followed by cinnamon was intoxicating. My breathing hitched at how close he was to me. His hot breath fanned across my lips, his green gaze dropped to mine as he pressed me against the bathroom door.
The plane jostled again and the stranger's grip dug deeper into my skin. My hands lay flat along the smooth planes of his chest that was covered by his silk black shirt. His emerald orbs flickered between my lips and eyes before a small smirk peeked out.
Was that a smile?
All too quickly, he let go and the heat between our bodies was replaced with brutal coldness. My fingers itched to touch the broad frame that lay behind the delicate woven fabric. The brief moment that I had touched his chest, I noticed that my eyes had not deceived me, he was certainly muscular and well defined and I longed to run my fingers over the smooth planes.
I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and pushed my way into the small room at the back of the plane. Finding one of my suitcases and rifling through it unforgivingly. I searched amongst my clothes until I found some leggings and a cardigan.
Feeling less exposed, I made my way back to my seat. I gazed out of the window as the sky darkened. The fluid abyss below threatened to swallow the plane up like a kraken. The roar of the jet only added to the frightening depths below.
I shifted in my seat, getting comfortable as we reached the halfway mark of the journey. I let my eyes shut for a while as the lull of engines sang me to sleep. Hoping the journey would end soon and the throbbing feel between my legs would subside.
I rocked and swayed as the jet finally prepared to land. A hand squeezed my shoulder gently and when I looked up, the flight attendant was smiling down on me.
“We’re preparing to land, Signorina” I nodded in response and she scarpered away. I felt hot, almost sweaty and confined. I looked down to see I was covered in a soft blanket, tucked securely around me. I wriggled out of the material, confusion etched on my face. The stranger opposite me watched as I struggled with the cloth before resigning his gaze to the window.
I shot him a glare but his focus was elsewhere. Observing the dark clouds that passed us by as we descended into New York.
As we hit the tarmac, I sighed in relief. The silent confinement was draining. My flight companion refused to speak and only stared at me. It was both unnerving and slightly sexy.
The emerald eyed prince clicked his seatbelt open as we pulled into the hangar. The scent of kerosine and fresh air wafted around me as the doors opened making me feel slightly nauseous. It had suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t eaten anything and my stomach was growling disapprovingly.
I pressed the button on my belt but the stupid thing wouldn’t open. I clicked the metal again and nothing happened. Beginning to get slightly annoyed and panicked, I tugged at the belt, prying it open with weak fingers.
A rough hand suddenly wrapped around mine, tearing my clutches from the restraint. The intoxicating fragrance of his cologne strangled my senses, the cinnamon and mandarine scent was more prominent and was laced with a hint of grapefruit. I recognised that fragrance, it was Paco Rabanne. The guy had good taste and it had me thirsty. My tongue traced the inside of my lips as I inhaled deeply. Those emerald orbs met mine as he effortlesly undid my belt, his black strands of hair danced in front of his face. I so badly wanted to push them away, to get a better glimpse at his features; trace them with my eyes.
The loud clang as the steps met the door to the plane broke the tension between us. He held his calloused hand out for me to take and I willingly did so. The tingles that danced between our fingers as we touched were electrifying, sending similar sensations to other regions of my body. I had never reacted to a simple touch like his before and I longed for more.
He guided me down the steps, still holding my hand. My heart fluttered at the gesture, I wasn’t sure why I was enjoying it so much but I was. When we reached the bottom, he let go and my heartbeats came to a standstill.
He held the door to the car in front of us and I complied, sliding across the leather as the door thudded closed behind me.
EmilianaIt was Saturday morning and the sun was casting deep rays through my curtains. I yawned and grumbled, rolling through my covers and searching for my phone. It was ten in the morning.I pulled myself out of the pit of my bedroom, wiping the sleep from my eyes. My small footsteps echoed around my penthouse apartment. Marble lined the floor and countertops while each room was filled with bright light from the floor to ceiling windows that looked down at the vast city expanse below.My penthouse was on the upper east side of New York, where everyone had their own chauffeur, chefs and maids. I was one of the few who insisted on not being provided with such luxuries, and I was proud of the fact.My phone pinged in the background as I poured o
EmilianaI sat back on the cool leather as the door slammed shut behind me. Mr Green eyes jumped into the driver's seat silently, his sharp emeralds watching me intently. I had realised he was waiting for a direction but my stubborn side got the better of me. I pulled my phone out and began flicking through my news feed.People continued to pass by in their own bubbles as we sat motionless in the car.“Can you turn the radio up please?” I asked as the faint sound of “Mamma Mia” came through the radio speakers. Instantly, the volume was shut off completely and we were enveloped in silence. My eyes shot up as he smirked at me.“Immature.” I muttered under my breath. “Can we go home now?” I asked inno
Emiliana Giovanni navigated us back to the city, the journey was silent and distant. I was in a bad mood, a mood that sucked and drained the energy from my body. I spaced out, watching out of the window as the bushes and trees soon turned to a grey expanse of road and highway. Cars passed by in a blur and before I had realised it, we were pulling up to my apartment building. The city breeze swirled around me as the door opened beside me. Giovanni’s hand reached out and I willingly took it. He pulled me out of the vehicle, allowing my feet to hit the concrete gracefully. His grip tightened around my fingers, not letting me go and I found myself looking up at his emerald orbs. His touch was sending goosebumps up my arm and I couldn’t escape the intense gaze. I wasn’t sure what he was doing but his eyes were searching mine. Fo
Emiliana Lucio’s was spilling out with people left, right and centre; you could hear the musical beats from the streets. The queue beside the club was loud and boisterous, everyone dancing to the tunes resonating from the open doors. I smiled up at the bouncer, who was holding the entry rope like his life depended on it. Being a Magnone meant that I was privileged enough to avoid queues for popular clubs such as this one and in moments I was stepping through the door. Giovanni was following closely behind me, his hand crept up and down my spine, securing its place as we walked. The music continued to blare out loudly around us as we made our way to the VIP area. Bright lights danced around us and reflected patterns across my white dress. I prayed to god that no one spilled anything on m
GiovanniI knew this was a bad idea, the moment my father told me about the job.“Protegerla siempre.” (Protect her always.) My father ordered me in Spanish as he opened the car door for me. “Y no hay un romance, entendido?” (and no romance okay.) He winked at me.“Sí, pa.” (Yes dad.) I gripped the steering wheel tightly, nervous about the new job.It wasn’t that I was nervous about the job in particular, I had worked with the Sicilan Mafia since I was sixteen so nothing phased me. It was the fact that my father’s job was at stake here too. If I fucked up, he would suffer also.
Emiliana My head was throbbing and my mouth was dry like the desert. I had no idea of the time as I groaned and rolled over in my sheets. However, I did find a glass of water standing on the bedside table, it looked enticingly cool and untouched so I took it hastily, downing its contents with no struggle. I fought to drag myself upright, the slight dizziness that invaded my brain was agonising but I needed something to ease the hunger rapidly taking over my body like an army preparing for war. I plodded out of my bedroom, heading down the hallway to the large kitchen. I opened the fridge and let the coolness hit me like an ice block to the face. “Ahh!” I moaned in delight into the cold space. “Whaaaaaaaa!” I shrieked.
EmilianaI flattened my Prada fitted dress with my hands nervously, each crease in the fabric was something for my father to focus on. I checked my reflection one last time before stepping out of my bedroom, satisfied and hopeful that my first day would be successful. Call me a suck up but I was wearing my father’s favourite colour - grey. If anything, it might detract him from my outburst over the weekend and it was just what I needed - a distraction.I needed to look like I was born into the role of CEO - the irony crashed around me at the thought and I laughed, this was exactly what I was born for.I stepped out of the building to find Giovanni standing elegantly beside the town car. He was wearing silver grey pants and a black dress shirt that made every inch o
EmilianaI stepped into the large conference room. Banners and balloons were plastered around the walls like Macy’s Parade and party poppers had exploded aimlessly like a child’s birthday party. Talk and gossip filled the air while bottles of champagne were being popped in celebration. It was my father’s last day in the office before he retired and it was everyone’s opportunity to say their farewells - Everyone who wasn’t invited to the large ball being held at The Beekman at the weekend.The tinkle of glasses filled the atmosphere, everyone raising one to cheer the man who had seen the company through difficult times after my Nono retired and brought new success to the business.“Thank you, every single one of you.” My father bega