Chapter11
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Vittoria stopped by the door and turned to look at him. Their eyes met and he dropped his phone, stood up and strolled towards her.
“How many times would I warn you that I have a reputation to protect. For a married Italian woman like you, at least wear a dress that covers a large chunk of skin.” He said in a commanding tone while Vittoria battled him with her eyes.
“You have a reputation to protect?” Vittoria mocked.
“Or you don’t know that? You suddenly forgot that you’re Mr. Alessandro’s wife first before you are Buccolini’s daughter.”
She stepped closer, “And who do you think you’re talking to? Your slave? What’s wrong with looking hot every once in a while, afterall I’m meeting friends.”
He clenched his fist and proceeded to grab her shoulders, “See some friends? By this time of the day?! On a Sunday, aren’t you meant to be at home and care more about the kids than seeing your friends!”
“Oh really? You want me to stay home and babysit the kids when you were nowhere to be found since two days ago, who knows what you’ve been doing in your private apartment all by yourself.” She said, staring at him with suspicious eyes.
“Change your dress. I’m the man of the house and not the other way round.”
“You must be kidding.”
“And you’re not going anywhere. You’ve been away for the whole week. Business, business and business have been your language, you aren’t going anywhere today.”
“And what if I say no? You would hit me because you’re the man of the house too?” She crossed her arms, her eyes never leaving his, “I have the right to wear anything I want to wear. And I can go anywhere that I want to go and be wherever I want to be.” She said, wheeled around and left while he had himself battling with anger until he settled back into his seat and grabbed a drink.
One of the maids strolled past and he beckoned to her, “Where are the kids? Sleeping?”
“No sir, they went over to the Buccolini’s family house yesterday.”
He frowned, he warned Vittoria so many times to stop taking his own children to meet her father! He doesn’t like that! Who knows what they will learn from that cold man.
“Have them sent home immediately. And employ a new nanny to take care of them, this should be the last time I’m hearing that they went to the Buccolini’s, did I make myself clear?”
She bowed, already fretting under his aggressive gaze, “Yes…yes …sir.”
“Get out.” He dragged out and she scurried away. A buzz on his phone made him check it, there was a message on his phone.
Sir, I bought an apartment in the Middletown of Venice like you ordered. And I’m on my way to pick up Miss Amora and I’ve also rented out a restaurant for the date.
From your guard.
Antonio read the message before standing up to go prepare for his date.
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“He got me this necklace too.” She said, showing off the golden necklace to Camila. “He said he bought it for his wife a few years ago but never had the chance to wear it on her. So, it belongs to me now.” Amora said, raising up her hair and putting on the golden necklace.
Camila helped her with a brush for her hair, “Both of you seemed to be too close already.”
“Yes! Right? We talked at length last night. And every moment was so enjoyable with him,” Amora said giggling, “He likes me so much.” She added while brushing her hair.
“Just be careful with him. He sounds like someone who will make you miserable.”
“Heck no! Antonio can’t hurt a fly. He speaks like someone who needs so much…”
“You don’t stay with him,” Camila interrupted, helping her with her heels, “He’s married with kids and yet, he needs you as a mistress.”
“It’s normal for any Italian man to want a mistress. I mean, they all do it. Most Italians want a mistress who can support them.” Amora said, shrugging. She was done dressing up.
She stared at herself in the mirror, “How do I look Camila?”
“Beautiful as always. I bet you will keep him on his toes throughout your stay with him.”
“You think so?” Amora was giggling. They heard the sound of their door bell and Amora’s heart quickened immediately, “I think the man is here already.” She was jumping as she grabbed her bag and rushed towards the door.
Camila reached for her phone, searched for Mr. Francesco’s number and texted;
I don’t know how to say this but I think I should let you know that Amora is sleeping around with women’s husbands for money.
Amora turned when she reached the door, “Camila!” She called while Camila nearly jolted out of her skin, “Good bye!”
“Bye! Have fun!” She replied while Amora left the house.
She came outside and was ushered into Antonio’s Maybach, her heart was beating so fast until they arrived at their destination.
The car door was opened for her and she was ushered out of the car, one of the attendants helped her hold her coat as she cat walked her way with one of the bodyguards as her guide until;
“This is your seat Ma’am.” The guard ushered her into a seat while she sat down crossing her legs.
“Thanks.” She said looking around to see if she would catch a glimpse of Antonio, “Where’s Antonio…Sorry, I mean, Mr. Alessandro?”
“Over here.” She heard a reply and she turned to her left side to see Antonio walking majestically towards her.
He was wearing a gray coloured suit, brown Italian shoes, his hair permed and whipped to the back. His cologne filled the air until he was standing in front of her, taking up the whole space and illuminating the whole room.
Her heart threatened to fall out of her chest. He lowered and touched her cheeks which made her mouth fall open immediately.
He smiled before he sat down beside her on the couch, “Bambino.” He called softly with his voice coming out huskily just the way she loved hearing him speak.
He was staring at her dress, her cleavages, her neck, her legs which were very much not covered by the dress. Admiration woven along with desire were so visible in his eyes.
“You look so beautiful in this dress, Bambino. So beautiful just as I imagined you to be in a dress like this.” He said and kissed her hand while she smiled beautifully at him.
He turned to the attendant who had been standing there for almost ten minutes, “The menu?” He asked and it was given to him.
“Bambino, what would you love to take?” he asked, taking a glance at her, his eyes capturing her red painted lips for a while.
She sucked her lips a bit, “Uhm…anything you want to take.” She said and raised up her eyes to catch him staring at her all these time.
He pulled closer, he didn’t mean it nor did he know what he was doing but he wanted to teach those eyes of hers a big lesson.
He wanted to teach her that staring at him like that while sucking her lips is a rule she shouldn’t break as it would lead to heavy punishments from him. “Leave us.” He ordered the attendant who bowed and left.
He grabbed Amora’s face and landed his lips on hers.
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