The Billionare's Redemption (Made men #2)

Chapter two

                                                                                   Him

Arman Ramon Bartolome De Rossi De la Cal Leal Delgado Sanz was not a man shocked by many things in life but the folder he acquired from the private investigator about his wife delivered the shock of the century down on him. He sat inside the limo in front of the house where is wife lived for the last five years. It’s been three days since he saw her at the party and the relentless need that made him follow her then was still riding him hard. The warm spring sunshine of countryside air made the surrounding gleam more. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the picture on his hand.  

His eyes narrowed speculatively, roaming over the petite, slim, curvy body of her. To the shining golden hair that fell in wild long wavy tendrils all around her and the exquisite face of such rare delicate beauty. He pulled his wallet out and put the picture in before he stepped out of the car. Just as his body’s reaction was out of his normal control so was his action. He didn’t understand why he put the picture in his wallet.  

He glanced at his watch for the umpteenth time. He fixed his immaculate black suit jacket before strolling to the grey marble steps of the house and huge ancient mahogany doors of the De Rossi family state. None of his family set foot in this state since his paternal grandmother died until his wife moved to it right after the wedding festivity ended. Arman could already feel the difference. The cold state was now warm and shiny and it emanated joy.  

He rang the bell twice with no answer. Just before he rang it for the third time the doors opened. A plump older woman with brown eyes and warm sun-kissed skin stood before him, slightly out of breath. She looked startled by him. Her face closed over before his eyes and a frowning, unwelcome look took over her previous startlement.  

Arman’s jaw tightened at such incompetency from an employee. He suppressed the urge to point out her behavior was inappropriate since she recognized who he was. “What do you want Mr. De la Cal Leal Delgado Sanz?” She said his name with the same Italian accented pronouncement he came to know with his well-mannered employees. Her question was sharp. Arman stiffened servants surrounded him whose sole purpose and duty were to please him every day that this sharp, tonged an elderly woman made him narrow his eyes with the urge to fire her instantly.  

“Since you know me so well, is this normally how you welcome your employer or a guest for that matter? He asked his question in a mild, cultured voice with his Spanish-Italian aristocracy and a hint of a British accent. “If my wife is home, please informed her that I’m here. He no longer contained his impenitency with the wayward servant.  

The woman stood there dumbstruck for a moment in flustered nervous jesters of hand spoke up. “Mrs. De la Cal Leal Delgado Sanz is out riding today. She should be back by now. You can wait in the receiving room.”  To Arman, it seemed not everything beautiful on the outside was on the inside. Obviously, his wife poisoned the minds of his employees against him. No doubt she would be delighted for Arman to finally want to make his Marriage more than a paper’s worth.  

He gave her an impatient shrug, “Yes, in that case, I will see if I can find her in the stables.” The older woman sent him a disparaging look, “She doesn’t like to be disturbed when she is riding. Really, she should be back in a little while. I can send something to drink if you would only wait in the receiving room on your right.” Since Arman knew where the stables were, he turned away from ruddy-cheeked and strolled to the side of the two-story chateau that took a sizeable amount of the surrounding land. He remembered at one time his father wanting to turn this place into a museum.  

He crossed over the west gardens with its two founts and angel statues. The huge old stables he remembered were re-done, completely different from the old-style it had when he was a pubescent boy. Arman stopped in his trucks at the that appeared before him. His wife was riding no standing on top of a large strong black stallion. His mouth was slightly agape. Suddenly his heart was in his throat. At some point, Arman spanned out of his shocked state and swore savagely. He was beyond shocked, beyond reason, beyond control. All he wanted at that moment was to shake her until sense returned into her head. Or spank her to the point he couldn’t sit for a month.  

He hurried until he got close enough; she noticed him. She slowly lowered herself and the galloping of the beast. The woman was certified. Because no human stood on a horse galloping with such speed. He was still struggling to comprehend what he saw when a young stable boy came running to lead the horse back to its resting place. He watched as she murmured to the horse before handing the railing to the young boy. 

Arman’s eyes dropped to the white t-shirt out-lining the full breasts. The last time he saw her was at their wedding. She was a week shy of her seventeenth birthday, plump, acne covering every inch of her face, braces, and a bad hair dye that made her hair look somewhere between muddy and dirty. He flicked his eyes over her. Now she was a vision of beauty. She flashes him a wiry smile. He still had his reservation about her, but she looked harmless.  

“I’m curious, do you have a need of a sudden death wish I don’t know about?” His voice smooth velvet dipped in chocolate.  

Olivia stood in front of him, her hand crossed to have something to do. The butterflies in her stomach churning and somersaulting inside her. “I’ll say there are a lot of things you don’t know me about. What can I do for you,2 Mr. De la Cal Leal Delgado Sanz?”  

Arman’s eyes with something she didn’t understand. “Ummm” He raised his hand and gently tucked a lock of hair behind Liv’s ear, grazing her ear with a sensual caress. She shivered at his touch. The air between them charged with tension. All he wanted at that moment was to take her. His desire for her mounting by the seconds. The pulse at the base of her throat beat furiously. Her cherry blossom scent filled his nostrils.  

“We should go inside Arman.” Liv licked her lips in a nervous gesture. She stepped aside before walking to the gleaming structure of the minor. Arman watched her with a predator's focus on her cat-like movement before he also followed her. He noticed how she couldn’t stifle her reaction to him.