Aldo led Sarah to the room where she would be spending the night. It was spacious and well lit, equipped with a bathroom, dressing room and a balcony; neatly decorated with timeless furniture and a few potted plants. “I get why you would talk shit about my lodging. That hotel’s got nothing on this—” she remarked as she let her eyes enjoy the beauty that surrounded this room. “It is beautiful, thanks for letting me stay.” A smile of satisfaction crossed his lips. A sense of accomplishment that came from knowing that his efforts towards impressing her were paying off in the only way he wanted them to, the way only she could. Her smile, the contentment in her voice, the admiration in her words made his heart do a couple of leaps. Just then two young women walked in and greeted them with a bow. “I’m glad you like it. They’ll help you freshen up just ask them for anything. I’ll be at the table in half an hour, take your time.” He said. He then gave the two maids a thoughtful gl
The morning was beautiful for most, some more than others. Isn’t that you would expect on your wedding day? While some rose early, others lingered in bed, yet a few were awoken by a sour taste in their throat. However the method, Venice was especially beautiful this morning. Among the early risers, were Aldo and Sarah. After all it was the long awaited white wedding. As the wedding planner, of course, she had to be at the church early to check on the decor, ensure that the priest had arrived and greet the early guests. She also had to play her role as maid of honor by checking on the other bride’s maids and the groom’s men too. She was doing quite well. Before long, the groom had arrived, justino in a gray tux—clean shaven with a wide smile plastered to his face. Upon his arrival, Sarah resigned the job of receiving guest to him and went to check on the bride who had been waiting in a room somewhere in the church compound. “Nervous?” she asked when she saw Juli
The reception came to pass. It was so much fun for everyone, again, some more than others. Aldo, for example, wasn’t exactly having the time of his life for the most part. He sat and stared intently at the side passage door, as if he wanted to leave. But in all honesty, he had been expecting his special someone to walk through the door and sit by his side. That was one the reason why he chose to attend the reception party. He cared about Julia but, to be fair, the marriage had been concluded the day before; when she got the marriage certificate. Walking her down the aisle was to show support and that’s a pretty important tradition. He didn’t have to be here and he wouldn’t be, if not for Sarah. He seemed to lose his mind when it came to this woman. He may have gotten used to seeing her at breakfast and dinner, riding to and from home with her—whatever the case, he felt very reluctant to leave without her. After an entire hour of nothing but noisy conversations, go
After saying his goodbyes, Aldo made his way out of the crowd and toward the parking lot.Sarah had just gotten off the phone with Julia when she spotted the 6'4, muscular man stalking majestically in her direction.The sounds of music in the distance stopped. Her ears could only hear a faint sound. To her eyes, the scene was blurry. She could only see him clearly.The wind blew in his direction, causing his black shirt to stick to his body. The long sleeves had been rolled up, revealing his veiny fore-arms. The closer he got, the better he looked. The man knew how to put himself together, the hair, the scent, and let’s not even get started on the clothes. Everyone knows that a black shirt with a few top buttons open and rolled up sleeves is the male equivalent of dressing slutty. To be fair, Sarah was hooked, so… it was working and definitely worth the effort.“I knew you wouldn’t be able to find it” he said once he was close enough. He had spotted her standing by herself at the entra
Wrapped in each other's embrace, they explored the depths of their desire, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, mapping the contours and curves. Aldo's touch ignited a fire within Sarah, and she responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as they reveled in the taste and feel of her lips. His lips left hers and trailed the outline of her beautiful neck. Sarah's heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability, her lips yearning for the connection that Aldo offered. The air was filled with soft moans and whispered words of affection, blending seamlessly with the symphony of their passion. They moved towards the bed, their bodies entwined. Until Sarah broke it off— “Look, I know this will probably be a turn-off, but I need to make sure I’m not assisting you with cheating on your partner.” “I haven’t been with anyone in 2 years Sarah, you’re good.” “OK, well, I don’t have protection. So…”she said, lo
The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow into the room. Aldo stirred awake, feeling the warmth of the morning wrapped around him. As he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fell upon the woman sleeping peacefully next to him. Sarah. The memory of the previous night flooded his mind, and a smile formed on his lips. Aldo watched as Sarah's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. There was a moment of silence as they took in each other's presence, the air thick with the intensity of their connection. Aldo reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle yet possessive. "Good morning," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness she had never heard before. "Last night... it was more than I ever expected. I want you to know that I don't just want this to be a one-night thing." Sarah's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widened in surprise. No matter how many times he reassured her last night, she had worried that their encounter would be nothin
Sarah stood by the open window, a sense of anticipation coursing through her veins. In just a few moments, she would embark on a journey with Aldo Accardi, the Italian man who had captured her heart. They were about to board his private jet, bound for Milan from Venice, for a weekend getaway that promised adventure and romance.As she double-checked her suitcase, Sarah's phone buzzed, and she saw a text from her friend Julia, who was on her honeymoon. With a smile, she decided to give her a quick call before they took off."Hey, girl! How's paradise treating you?" Sarah asked, her voice filled with genuine happiness for her friend.Julia's voice bubbled with excitement on the other end of the line. "Girl, it's incredible! The beaches are breathtaking, and Justino is spoiling me rotten, even this little rug rat inside me is behaving. How are you doing? Sorry I left you alone, but you know how it is."Sarah leaned against the wall, her mind brimming with thoughts of Aldo. "Well, I'm act
Upon landing in Milan, they were whisked away to a luxurious hotel. Sarah was in awe of the opulent surroundings, but her attention was solely focused on Aldo, who led her through the grand entrance with an air of confidence.As they approached their destination, Sarah's gaze wandered to the window, where she caught a glimpse of someone watching them from a distance. A shiver ran down her spine, but she dismissed it as her imagination playing tricks.That evening, they enjoyed a romantic dinner at a rooftop restaurant, overlooking the dazzling city lights. The atmosphere was electric, their connection deepening with every shared laugh and stolen glance.“I was wondering, why did you retire” Aldo asked somewhat out of the blue, causing Sarah to freeze like an antelope at headlights.Her gaze rose to meet his. The look on her face said no-you-didn’t. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” he quickly recoiled, secretly cursing himself for almost ruining the mood.She took a si