Taking a Lover
1379 Words
Sophia POV
“God, I love that car. Wish my Dad would buy me one,” Gia huffed.
“You literally have a Mercedes-Benz G-Class. Why are you complaining?” Sophia chuckled, shaking her head. Gia Moretti had been her best friend ever since kindergarten. Like Sophia, she understood what it was like to have a father deeply involved in the world of darker business dealings.
Suddenly, her phone dinged. It was her father.
Hang in there, mi principessa. I’ll find a way to get you out of this. Ti voglio bene.
Sophia smiled softly, slipping the phone back into her pocket. Typical Papa. He never gave up, but neither did she.
Over the past few days, she’d been receiving almost hourly messages from both her father and Ellie, making sure she was being treated well. Elizabeth, on the other hand, was probably still fuming at Matteo. She’d made her displeasure very clear the last time they’d spoken.
“I know, but it’s not cool like your car.” Gia whined, throwing her black hair over her shoulder dramatically. “Anyway, how’s il bastardo treating you?”
“Don’t even get me started.” Sophia scoffed, jumping into the events of the last few days.
“What?! Wow, I mean, I’d heard stories about Alessandro from my papa, but… wow.” Gia shook her head before they entered the lecture hall. Sophia flipped open her notepad, ready to take notes for Criminology 201.
“You know what you could do… You could take an amante,” Gia whispered in her ear, wiggling her eyebrows.
Sophia gave her a dry look. “You know I’m not like that.”
“Oh, right, I forgot. Good little Sophia, saving her virginity for true love,” Gia said in a mocking voice.
“Shut up,” Sophia muttered, rolling her eyes. Though Gia wasn’t entirely wrong. It wasn’t about “saving herself.” It was about control. She wasn’t about to let some man use her body just because it was convenient for him.
At lunch, Gia elbowed her in the ribs, nearly making her spill her drink.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“Look over there… Are they… here for you?” Gia said, nodding toward the entrance of the quad.
Sophia followed her gaze, and her eyes landed on two men, dressed in black. Mafia security. And not just any security. Alessandro’s.
Sophia scoffed. Was he afraid someone would steal his trophy? It wasn’t like he respected her, so why would he care about her safety?
Sophia barged into the manor, seething. The men were indeed her security detail. She’d noticed them following her around from a distance and when she’d gone home, they were driving after her, taking the same route as her. It was clear that this was another way for her to control her.
Her heels cracked on the marble floors as she headed straight to his office. She barged in without knocking, only to find a half-naked woman on top of him in his office chair. The woman let out a shriek and scrambled off of him, grabbing her clothes.
“Why the hell do you have security detail following me?” She snapped, pretending Alessandro wasn’t f*****g another woman in front of her again.
“Why the f**k aren’t you knocking?!” He barked, getting up and zipping his pants shut.
“I asked you a question, and it’s not like I was interrupting anything important,” She rolled her eyes.
“You will respect me and my boundaries!” He shot back, taking long strides towards her. Sophia held her ground, her eyes blazing with fire.
“Respect? Really? You’re talking about respect?”
“It’s in the contract. I’m just holding my end of the deal. Your father demanded security for you. That’s all. Maybe you should actually read it sometime,” He scoffed. Sophia’s cheeks heated, causing an satisfied smirk to appear on Alessandro’s face. Damn papa and his security!
“And speaking of keeping up your end of the deal, you’re supposed to produce me an heir,” He said, his voice dropping. Sophia suddenly noticed how close he was standing, but she refused to take a step back. She looked him in the eye with a look of defiance on her face.
“An heir? I haven’t had my shots yet and besides, I’m too ugly for you, remember?” She folded her arms over her chest. “The same goes for you, you know. You’re not my type.” Alessandro’s jaw tightened. It seemed as though she’d hit a nerve there.
“Maybe if you put a bag over your head to cover your face I’ll consider it,” She said, poking the bear. His lips turned into an angry smirk.
“Keep this up and you’ll see how thin my patience really runs. Now get the f**k out of my office!” He snapped. It seemed as though she’d won this round.
Though the next morning, as Sophia got out of the shower after her workout, ready to put together an outfit, she noticed all of her clothes were gone—replaced by others.
“What the f**k!?” She yelled. She furiously slid the hangers from one side to the other as she inspected the clothes. All of her short skirts were replaced by knee skirts, and her short tops were replaced by longer ones and blouses with…frills. She wanted to faint, or puke, or both. It was as if this was her grandmother’s wardrobe instead of a nineteen year olds.
“Alessandro!” She whispered furiously. She grabbed of few of the pieces off of the rack, stomping down the stairs angrily. She was only wearing a black bra and a matching thong, but she didn’t care, her anger far outweighed her shame.
"Alessandro Ricci, dove cazzo sei?" she cursed as she went straight to the kitchen. (Where the hell are you?) The smell of coffee and something baked reached her nostrils as she kicked open the door.
Alessandro sat at the table with a smirk playing on his lips. It seemed as though he’d been expecting her. Though her yelling in the hallway might have given her away.
“Is something wro—” His words stopped in his throat when he looked up. His eyes slowly raked her body, lingering on her curves before they reached hers.
“What the hell is this?” She growled, throwing the clothes at him.“Where the hell are my clothes?”
“As my wife, it is expected you dress properly,” He smiled. Sophia glared at him, trying to throw all of her hatred in.
“What’s the matter? Thought you’d won our little battle yesterday, huh?” He smirked stepping closer. She could feel his warm breath on her face.
“You’ll soon learn that I always win,” He said.
Sophia turned on her heel and stormed out of the room. No, absolutely not. He was not winning this.
“What the f**k are you wearing? You look like me grandmother,” Gia asked with a look of disgust on her face when Sohpia exited her sports car. He’d even replaced her high heels for flats! That son of a b***h!
“Don’t even get me started!” Sophia scoffed. Suddenly, laugher in the distance caught her attention. A group of guys was laughing, and the attention seemed to focus on the one in the center.
Sophia’s lips pulled up in a smirk when she noticed him.
Dante Mancini.
He stood in the center of the group, his confident posture making him impossible to miss. His dark eyes gleamed with that dangerous charm Sophia knew all too well. It didn’t hurt that he was tall dark and handsome either. He was the son of the Ricci’s greatest rival, and possibly the only man who could get under Alessandro’s skin. Suddenly, an idea popped into her mind.
“Gia,” she mused, watching Dante with calculating eyes, “I think I will take a lover. And I think I’ve found him.”
Gia followed her gaze before her eyes widened. “Dante? You’re insane.”
Sophia smiled. “No. I’m strategic.”
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