04

« Get the fuck out of my club. » I command and he runs off, he looked underage, scrawny and little.

I glanced at her and as I got closer she looked even more perfect. She turned and I stared into her captivating eyes.

« Th—thankyou, Mr—metti Amoretti. » She stuttered in her drunk state. I chuckled and she turned back around.

I couldn’t help but stay, I stood behind her feeling this protectiveness take over. Her smell was intoxicating. It was sweet vanilla and seemed to put me in a trance. She leaned into me and I took the opportunity to pleasure her.

I left small kisses on her neck not being able to resist, I smirked when she gave me more access. She moaned and I put my hands around her delicate, small waist. As I continued to decorate her nape with my lips I eventually take her hand, making my way to a room.

Entering the room I put my lips on hers, loving the feeling of her soft plump lips on mine. She moaned sweetly and I released and took a breath.

She looked at me as I took my jacket off. I kissed her again wanting to taste her. She placed her arms around my neck and I pushed her to the wall. I groaned in pleasure as she ran her hands through my hair.

Putting her arms above her head I made my way down her cleavage. Her skin was so soft and smooth.

She took my hands and laid down on the bed seductively, my erection on the verge of ripping my trousers. I turned and started to take my shirt off. I hear small cute snores and look back to see her asleep.

I chuckled and kissed her cheek.

I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable so I turned off the light and started to take her dress off. Not wanting to take advantage of her, I closed my eyes as I slipped the dress off her body. Continuing to take off my shirt, I put it on her and she moves around, leaning into me slightly.

I sighed and sat next to her. This girl, who had been stuck on my mind since I saw her was here. She was in my club dancing and getting drunk.

‘She was beautiful.’ I thought.

I heard a ring and saw her purse vibrate a little. Opening it to see her phone, she had received a text. The person who sent it was called Sofia I assumed she was the girl who had given her a drink.

The message read. ‘Your finally losing your v-card ! With a hottie too, and you finally had your first kiss, I’ll tell your dad you spent the night at mine.’

I was shocked that she hadn’t had her first kiss, wow she really was innocent.

After everything, I still didn’t know who she was, her name, age or even if she worked for Luciano.

I wanted her, I wanted to get to know her, to cherish her, to keep her for myself. This possessiveness was taking over me quickly and I liked it.

I looked at her. Her long thick eyelashes sitting on her high cheekbones. Her face was flushed yet her complexion stayed tan. Her lips were red and a little swollen after our kiss. She looked good in my shirt, as if it was made for her.

I called an employee and told him to get me the key to this room. I pulled the blanket over her and unlocked my phone. Opening a security app on my phone I activate the camera for this room. Only to make sure she’d be safe since I would have to leave.

I had found paracetamol and water in her purse and put them on the nightstand. When she would wake up she would hopefully see them and have them.

I kissed her lips one last time and whispered in her ears « Goodnight Angel. »

Opening the door I took one last look at her and closed it locking the room, so no other person called get in.

Ariella.

I sat up instantly regretting it when I felt my head throb. Flickering my eyes I open them and look around.

I was in a room of some sort. I don’t remember coming to a room. What I remembered was encountering Dominic and then dancing.

Why on earth did I have those cocktails.

I panicked as I looked down to see me in nothing but my undergarments and crisp white top. What the hell happened last night, I didn’t- did I have sex ? I held my head in my hands as I tried to recall the events of last night but nothing, nothing came to my head.

I looked to my side and saw my paracetamol and water on the nightstand. I open the lid and chug it down greedily, the water moistening my parched throat. Grabbing the pills I place them at the back of my throat and the drink some water, swallowing the medicine I lean back into the bed. After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, the pounding in my head had slightly calmed down. I found my purse on the nightstand as well as my phone.

I checked the time- it was eleven in the morning. I jolt up, dad must be so worried ! I looked at all my notifications to see Sofia had texted last night.

‘Your finally losing your v-card ! With a hottie too, and you finally had your first kiss, I’ll tell your dad you spent the night at mine.’ It took a couple of seconds to realise what had happened and two minutes for me to process that I had lost my virginity. The thing I wanted to keep till I married the right man. To others sex was a release, an escape but to me it was the most intimate thing. There was nothing wrong with losing it before marriage but I just wanted to have something special. I couldn’t help but let the tears moisten my eyes.

This was one of the reasons why I hated getting drunk, I never remembered anything. I always knew that I never had a one night stand, but being here, in this room made me think different.

The next question was, who the hell did I sleep with ? Was it an old man, a young teen or someone my age ?

Did they use a condom ?

I started to hyperventilate, I didn’t use birth control or any contraception to keep me from getting pregnant. I never in my twenty two years of living think I would have a one night stand.

Where was the guy anyway ? Did he really just bail ?

As I gathered my thoughts and myself I finally got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. I relieved myself and washed my face to give me some sense of peace. I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair was slightly messy and my eyes were a little red. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair trying to get any knots out.

When I came back to the room, I couldn’t believe who I was looking at.

Dominic Amoretti.

Sitting on the bed in all his glory.

« Mr. Amoretti, what are you doing here ? » I say astonished as to why this Adonis was in my presence.

Then it dawned on me, I had slept with my fathers rival.