Chapter 2 Poor Introductions

Julius

My brother Ben is getting married. No fucking way. Don’t get me wrong, Rebecca is a doll and we get along great but one woman for the rest of your life? Sounds like hell. I went to sleep and woke up to two hot blondes in my bed this morning and I’m still not fully satisfied. I just hope both Ben and Becca know what they’re doing. They’re only 25. Why not wait a good 10 years to make sure? I’m not going to express my concerns though. If my little brothers happy, I’m happy.

Now I’m sitting at a table mixed with both our families. Becca just introduced me to her twin cousins Michael and Christopher. They look like Italian trouble. I can see they’re close with Becca though. They took turns picking her up and spinning her around. Picking on her and being super loud. It’s funny the twins have dark hair and Italian features and Becca is a blonde- exact opposite. Blue eyes and lighter skin.

Suddenly one of the twins- Michael I believe? Yells out

“She finally here!!” I see him run to the door and throw someone over his shoulders. He approaches the table and all I see is a nice ass in a black dress by his face.

“Put me down right fucking now Jersey Shore!!” She yells

He puts her down still facing away and she pops him hard in the head. I chuckled.

Now the other twin Christopher hugs her to tight and lifts her off the ground. She grunts and pops him in the head also when he lets her go. I’ll give it to her....She seems like a pro in handling these two. I’m trying to figure out who she is since all I’ve seen is her sexy back side and beautiful dark hair. Becca’s friend perhaps?

Becca’s voice rings out next to me and the mysterious dark stranger looks her way and that’s when I can fully see her face. I inhaled deeply.

“Rosalie! Ben’s mom is about to introduce you! Are you ready?”

Becca sounds panicked but all I can do is sit in shock. One- because this is in fact Rosalie her sister and Two- I don’t think words can describe her timeless beauty. I wish I had my canvas and paint in front of me. I would never stop painting her.

“That won’t be necessary Becca. Introductions are a waste of time.” Her voice is feminine with a slight sexy rasp. Just when I thought she couldn’t get anymore attractive.

“There’s my little angel”

Their fathers voice rang out and Rosalie runs to him and throws her arms around his neck.

“Poppa!” She cries.

She’s a daddy’s girl? God why is that such a turn on? My dirty thoughts of Rosalie were rudely interrupted by my mothers annoying voice ringing through the microphone on stage where the symphony players sat.

“Welcome family and friends. Tonight we celebrate the engagement of my son Ben and his fiancé Rebecca. We are just through the moon excited to see these two wed.”

No she isn’t. She was pissed when Ben told her. She said he was marrying below our family standards with Rebecca. All she has ever cared about is money and status. Ben took over the family business when he turned 21 after our father passed. It was suppose to fall on me being the oldest but I would never be under my mothers thumb so I built my billions on my own merits. It wasn’t easy but it was my own accomplishments and that felt good.

“Alexander’s, we have a special performance from the Valentino’s. Rebecca’s sister, Josephine Valentino will be playing the cello.”

Who’s Josephine Valentino? I thought she just had one sister?

“Rebecca informed me she hasn’t played cello in over a year but luckily we have the best musicians in the world on stage to help.”

Mom laughs but you can’t see it on her face thanks to all the injections.

“Hey, amateur hour can be fun too right?” Oh my God. Can my mother be anymore offensive? Ben should’ve never let her on stage.

Becca looks up at Rosalie standing by her father at the end of the table.

“Are you okay Rosalie?”

Rosalie looks like a panther ready to pounce. She lifts her dark brow. Looking like a young Scarlett O’Hara with her timeless beauty. Bright green eyes and pouty bow shaped lips.

“I’m fucking pissed” she takes off her heels and sets them on the table. I like her mad.

“Control your temper Rosalie.” Her father warns. Ben approaches the table to sit next to Becca. I guess he was busy mingling as our mother instructed.

“Yes Poppa!” She says through gritted teeth and makes her way towards the stage like she was dancing towards war.

“I’m so sorry Mr.Valentino.” Ben attempts to apologize.

“No my boy. Remind me to thank your mother for awakening Rosalie’s chaos.” He chuckles. Interesting.

“Let’s welcome her to the stage.”

My mother finishes and we applaud.