Chapter 13: Temptation and restraint
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Sitting at her vanity, Bianca thought back to the dinner. Alex’s gaze had met hers more than once, but she noticed the subtle shift in him with Elsa. There was a flicker in his eyes, curiosity, perhaps, or something else. Bianca couldn’t be sure. She leaned in, studying herself in the mirror, as if waiting for the reflection to reveal the truth. She had always been Alex’s equal , better, even. Yet, seeing him in that room with Elsa, something inside her churned.
She would not lose him again.
The sound of a knock at her door broke her thought, followed by the soft creak as it opened.
Sofia Caruso, the maid from the De Luca household, entered the room with the stealth of a shadow. Bianca’s lips curled into a sly smile as Sofia came closer, her hands folded neatly in front of her.
“I trust you have news for me?” Bianca asked, her voice low and expectant.
Sofia’s expression remained neutral, but the glint in her eyes gave out the satisfaction of bringing important information.
“Elsa Moretti is moving into the De Luca mansion,” she said quietly, her gaze flicking to the door before she continued, “Alex’s mother has made the arrangements. Elsa will be staying with them to get acquainted with the family before the wedding.”
Bianca’s pulse quickened, but she masked her reaction with a calm, collected facade. Elsa would be in the mansion with Alex. Living there. As much as Bianca had planned for this moment, something about it struck a deeper chord in her.
“I see,” Bianca murmured. Her mind worked fast, calculating. Elsa wasn’t just a figurehead anymore. She was a part of the family. She would be under their roof, surrounded by the De Luca influence. This was a golden opportunity.
“Is she aware of what she’s getting into?” Bianca said aloud, mostly to herself. She hadn’t expected Elsa’s sudden integration into the family to be so seamless. The Moretti girl was naïve, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be a problem.
Sofia nodded slowly, “She’s unaware of many things,” she said cryptically, as if implying Elsa's ignorance could be used to their advantage.
Bianca chuckled softly, her eyes glinting with cold amusement. “I’ll make sure she learns exactly where she stands.”
She leaned back in her chair, considering her next move. Elsa’s arrival in the mansion was a challenge, one she had to control. Bianca wasn’t going to let this interloper become part of Alex’s life, not when she knew exactly how to push his buttons.
She would plant seeds of doubt in Elsa’s mind, make her question her place in Alex’s world.
Turning to Sofia, Bianca raised an eyebrow. “You’ll need to keep a close eye on Elsa, make sure she doesn’t get too comfortable. I want to know everything about her, every little detail. How she behaves, who she speaks to, what she does. If she’s playing the part of the dutiful fiancée, I want to know.”
Sofia bowed her head, acknowledging the task. “Of course, Miss Ricci. I will ensure no detail escapes me.”
Bianca smiled, feeling a cold satisfaction in the thought of Elsa moving in. The game had just begun, and she was ready to win. Today she would make her move
The setting Sun cast a golden glow over the De Luca mansion,. Alex stood by the window of his room, his silhouette framed against the sprawling gardens outside. A tumbler of whiskey rested in his hand, the amber liquid catching the faint light. His thoughts, however, were elsewhere.
Elsa Moretti.
Her name was an unwanted intruder in his mind, and now in his mansion . He had met many women, dealt with countless alliances, but none had unsettled him the way she did. There was a quiet strength about her, a defiance beneath her composed exterior that he couldn’t ignore.
Why the hell did she have this effect on him?
He downed the rest of the whiskey. His grip tightened on the glass, and for a moment, he entertained the idea of hurling it against the wall. Losing control wasn’t like him. He was Alex De Luca ruthless, calculated, untouchable. This… whatever this was, it had to stop.
A soft knock on the door pulled him from his spiraling thoughts. He frowned, glancing at the clock. he wasn’t expecting anyone. Before he could respond, the door creaked open.
She stepped in, uninvited, her presence as deliberate as the silk that clung to her body. Bianca.
She closed the door behind her, the faintest smirk playing on her lips. “I thought you might need some company,” she purred, stepping forward. The light from the hallway caught the sheen of her black lingerie a delicate, lace creation that left little to the imagination.
Alex’s jaw tightened. He turned away from her, facing the window once more. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“And yet,” she said, moving closer, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor, “you haven’t told me to leave.”
She stopped behind him, so close he could feel the heat of her presence. Her hands slid over his shoulders, down his chest, her touch slow and deliberate. “You’ve been tense, Alex. I can feel it. You’re distracted.”
“Bianca,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Her smile deepened, her eyes flashing with something dangerous. Something he’d always known to be there. “What I want… is you, Alex.”
Bianca continued,her voice low and sultry, “you’ve been avoiding me.”
“I’ve been busy,” he replied tersely, refusing to meet her gaze.
Bianca moved closer, her perfume wrapping around him like a spell. “Too busy for me?” she asked, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “I find that hard to believe.”
He grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands away, though the effort took more restraint than he cared to admit. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, don’t I?” She stepped around him, her movements fluid and feline. “I know you better than anyone. I know what you need, what you crave.”
Her gaze locked with his, and for a moment, Alex felt himself falter. Bianca had always been beautiful, intoxicating in her confidence and allure. She had been his escape once, a flame he’d indulged in when the weight of his responsibilities became too much. But that was years ago.
“I’m not that man anymore,” he said, his voice colder this time, though it lacked the conviction he wanted it to carry.
Her laugh was soft, sultry. “You keep telling yourself that,” she whispered, stepping closer again. “But I see the truth. I see how much you’re holding back. You don’t have to, Alex. Not with me.”
Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, her touch light yet commanding. His body betrayed him, a flicker of desire sparking to life despite his attempts to snuff it out. She pressed against him, her lips brushing his ear.
“You can’t hide from yourself,” she murmured. “Not with me.”
Alex closed his eyes, his breathing uneven. He wanted to push her away, to tell her to leave and never come back. But Elsa’s face surfaced in his mind, unbidden, and with it came the turmoil he couldn’t seem to escape. He hated the way she made him feel vulnerable, uncertain, exposed.
Maybe this was the answer. Maybe Bianca was the fire he needed to burn away the doubts, the weakness.
His resolve cracked.
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