Fateful Italian Passion

by Olga GOA

  What could be a better way to impress him personally? Could it be an unexpected gift or simply, the declaration of her love?

  “I would like to kiss you firmly, Milano…” Veronica said dreamily.

  “Lower?” he unexpectedly asked her, razzing his serious Amazon.

  “Buzz off, you teaser!” Veronica snorted in response to his sexual hints. She knew that even fifty years later, this man would retain himself as a predatory alpha male. He won’t change.

  “I can’t, berry. We’re bonded forever by our child,” Milano noted with irony. He continued to explore the points of agreement and an order on hiring a new secretary, which previously she brought to him.

  “Put the phone down, Milano, or we won’t finish our conversation until the morning!”

  Milano laughed, praising the humor of his unique girl. “I will put the phone down, Nike. I gotta go…”

  “I love you, Milano.”

  The beeps sounded through her mobile. Why couldn’t Milano confide in Veronica that he has fallen in love with her? Do real deep feelings require more time? Or did he fail to feel it? Was it only Veronica that feel it? What kept Milano away from her? What? His past will be hidden behind the Seven Seals for a long time.

  But Veronica can be patient and listen to the truth whenever he would be ready to open up.

  ***

  Early in the evening, a gynecologist―the official doctor to the Veneziani family―appeared in Milano’s cottage. Having made a definite conclusion about Veronica’s state of health, the doctor was amazed to tell everyone the good news. During these weeks Veronica put on good amount of weight, and her deeds went smoothly. However, it would be better if Veronica completely abandon fashion design until her baby lets out their first cry.

  Francesca gave her friend an accusatory look, hearing the doctor’s conclusion, and Veronica just gave her a strained smile, not wanting to get her angry. Veronica promised Francesca that she would comply if Francesca didn’t report her to Milano that Veronica still works on her sketches.

  ***

  Francesca stood near Veronica’s wardrobe and examined the clothes which Milano gifted her. She thoughtfully looked at the dresses with her chin propped up and desired to participate in the selection of dresses. Francesca fundamentally did not agree with the taste of Milano’s ex-girlfriends, and she distorted her face from their vulgarity. The only thing that fit Veronica was a silver dress which she wore at the soiree at Francesca’s house. Unfortunately, that dress was destroyed by Milano in the throes of passion.

  “Veronica. I suppose you don’t want to wear the dresses of Milano’s ex-mistresses.”

  “Of course not, Fra. But my wardrobe is not better either.” Veronica shrugged her shoulders with a sad sigh.

  “For this evening I found something fantastic that you will adore, Veronica.”

  Knowing what Milano is going to ask Veronica to wear at dinner, Francesca coped well with her hard task. She bought for her friend a chic dress that anyone could kill for!

  Putting it on the bed, Francesca winked at Veronica; she waited for her assessment.

  “It’s so beautiful!” Veronica enthusiastically issued, studying the dress from the bodice to the bottom. The outfit was sewn from expensive, beautiful fabric and Veronica was in awe from that fact. The coloured dress’ chest was decorated with small black sequins, and the waist was slightly tapered. However, Veronica didn’t agree to take it for free.

  “Francesca, I don’t mean to offend you but...”

  “It’s my gift, Veronica. Please accept it,” Francesca insisted. “If the size of the attire is not correct, we will go back to the boutique and change it immediately! You will hurt me if you do not take it...” Francesca pushed out her lower lip, brows knitted.

  Veronica smiled, kissing her friend on the cheek. She picked up the dress that was gifted to her and went into the toilet to try it on. When she left the ladies’ room, Francesca was speechless. Veronica looked outstanding! The indigo dress perfectly lay on her rounded figure, opening her beautiful shoulders and perfect neckline. No man could resist such a sight today!

  “This color looks so good on you, Veronica! Right in line with Milano’s suit.”

  “How do you know? I didn’t see what he was wearing in the morning. I was asleep…”

  “But I saw it, Veronica,” Francesca squinted her eyes lewdly. “I am going into the living room now. I will not be able to hear the doorbell if Pietro comes. I will tell Lucenzo to organize the installation of intercom in your house. Everyone will be comfortable with it without a doubt. Gloria and Pietro will stop running from room to room in their old age.”

  ***

  A few minutes later, Pietro informed everyone he had arrived by ringing the front doorbell. Francesca was there already and quickly opened the door.

  Veronica went downstairs slowly, stretching her too short dress to the knees. “My shoes have such high heels, Francesca. I cannot wear them the whole night.…”

  “Most importantly, get on a bagging vibe, dear, and everything will be okay. Milano will fall at your feet and will never notice other women!” Francesca replied, being proud of her friend.

  Clenching Francesca’s hand, Veronica envied her optimism. How can she learn to be like her?

  Letting Pietro into the living room, Francesca noticed how he opened his mouth, looking through her and at Veronica. The bodyguard should drive this superbly dressed lady to his strict boss!

  “Signorina Veronica. You look like a million dollars!” Pietro appreciated the image of his boss’s girl, making the thumb and index finger into an ‘O’ and the other free fingers pointing up. That gesture meant ‘just fine!’

  “Grazie, Pietro. Very nice of you.” Veronica blushed in response to his compliment, adjusting to her high heels and slowly approaching the door.

  “Let’s go Signorina Veronica; Signor Veneziani doesn’t like to wait.”

  Veronica nodded, heading for the assistant and bodyguard of her Demon. Francesca waved at her a long time, wishing Veronica a wonderful evening.

  Approaching the car, an Alfa Romeo Spider, Veronica emotionally threw her hands up. The Alfa Romeo Spider came in a sporty style, dark gray color and is crazy luxurious.

  “Is anything wrong, milady?” Pietro asked Veronica politely, opening the car door for her. He wondered about the unusual gestures she expressed.

  “How many cars does he have? I’m afraid to even think of how many of them exist in his collection. Does he have no idea on how to spend money on things that are purposeful?!” The fact behind Milano’s wealth and wistfulness still shocked Veronica; she was speechless.

  “Miss, I think Signor Veneziani will answer this question himself.”

  Pietro smirked, understanding her anxiety and apprehension. Milano Veneziani never had a complex about his fortune.

  ***

  Arriving at the appointed place, Pietro helped Veronica get out of the car. He took her by the arm, accompanying her to the restaurant door.

  Once inside, Veronica realized the splendor that appeared before her eyes! The wine-colored velvet curtains, decorated with gold trim, were hung on the windows. The whole perimeter of the big banquet room was full of round tables and white tablecloths. Three lemon-colored conical napkins stood on each wooden table. They fitted the tone of the golden edging of the curtains. Crystal decanters, standing in the middle of those tables, filled by water whenever new visitors came. Helpful waiters, approaching every client, were dressed in white shirts, black ties, and black pants. They took all orders from visitors without making them wait even for five minutes. Probably, the owner of this restaurant came up with a dress code for waiters, having a particular reason to please his rich clients. All guests would have a great impression of this restaurant as if they were sitting at the reception of a famous person―like a TV star.

  Veronica was confused, thinking of where to go. She was overcome with doubts. Should I stand in the aisle or find out where the reserved ta
ble is for me? After all, Milano said nothing about that…

  While Veronica admired the luxury in the restaurant, she also glanced at the visitors coming in. The gentlemen had a distinguished demeanor and were gallantry as they met with their ladies.

  Veronica didn’t notice when the unfamiliar waiter came up to her.

  “Signorina… Are you Veronica Ledyanova?”

  “Yes...” Hearing her name, Veronica turned to the waiter. He waited for her, hanging on his hand a beautifully embroidered, light scarlet towel. The towel was engraved with the initials of the owner of the restaurant, and Veronica pondered about who he was.

  “Please come with me, Signorina. Someone is waiting for you…”

  Despite being surprised by the awareness of the waiter, Veronica followed him. She walked through a long white corridor which vividly contrasted with a brown, pile carpet, exclaiming high style. And soon she heard the voice of her beloved Demon who was being interviewed on the phone in his native, sexy language.

  When the waiter stepped away, helpfully opening the door, Veronica entered the room. The room was cozy and cute as if it was designed for privacy. Probably, Milano booked such a room so that no one could disturb them.

  Milano’s gaze that descended on Veronica spoke better than any words―he was captivated by her beauty. Milano said to himself that the indigo velvet dress, correctly sitting on his goddess’s ass, would likely be torn today. He has discovered her secret intimate charms, and he didn’t wish to let some freak look at his goddess hungrily. Milano didn’t want to see the same male sight as his brazen and lustful eyes created at that moment.

  Setting aside a chair for Veronica, the waiter let her sit down and then left the room.

  Veronica waited for Milano patiently for him to finish talking. In one minute, she was a witness of that as he ended the call with his business partner.

  “Veronica...” Milano called her hoarsely, clearing his throat from the growing arousal. The excitement appeared expectedly for him, due to a long examination of Veronica. “You look so extraordinary today!”

  “Thank you, Milano. Appreciation should go to Francesca for the choice of attire,” Veronica tactfully explained, adjusting her elegant dress.

  “Okay. Let’s get right to the point...” Milano unbuttoned his jacket, feeling the heat of the excitement. He poured red wine for himself and peach juice for Veronica. “I think you know what we will babble about…”

  “No, sweetheart,” Veronica genuinely avowed. “I have no idea. Explain to me please.”

  Putting the bottle on the table, Milano kissed her fingers and stared at Veronica with a passionate gaze.

  Veronica felt so good from his hottest stare, and she wanted to jump to the sky! How she loved his deep eyes! She could be lost in them and never return to reality.

  His demonic eyes have conquered me forever! Veronica concluded for herself.

  Taking a small silver box from his pocket and placing it on the table, Milano held Veronica’s right hand in his palm. Coughing, he asked, “Due to the human rules and laws, I want to ask you―will you marry me, baby?”

  Veronica didn’t dare to move, looking into her Demon’s eyes. He was not joking at all at this moment and was extremely serious. Did Milano realize that marriage will be doomed to failure without love? Or he thought everything would be solved with sex? Veronica was afraid to ask Milano this question.

  “Do you know that marriage isn’t about sex, Milano?”

  “Answer the damn question, Veronica! That’s all I’m asking!” Milano began to be furious at her.

  “I won’t put the chains on you, Milano. Our baby will suffer without seeing our love for each other…” she declared calmly, trying to guess his reply. Veronica restrained herself with all her might as her nose tingled with tears. She dreamed of love, but could Milano give it to her in full? Or will she be content with his lust for the rest of her life?

  “No chains, sweetheart. I’m volunteering to do this! But you’re wrong about us. We have a strong attraction―passion. It’s better than love!” Milano persuaded her in a strong voice.

  “Attraction passes and after that nothing will work. The ruins may stay like after a grand fire... Don’t you understand?” Veronica questioned him sadly.

  “Why don’t you want to be with me?” Milano’s eyes bulged; he tried to understand his girlfriend. Any of his former mistresses would agree and would never have refused him if they turned out to be in Veronica’s place. But that was the catch―Veronica presented as a wholly different and unique girl among others. She was different from the crowd of women with whom he had connections. For Veronica, love came first in the world and then sex.

  “I want this, Milano. Just…”

  “…obstacles like Timothy exist?!” Milano continued for Veronica, not understanding her logic. He was scared to fall into the trap of female lies again as he did before. But how could Veronica normally live with him if he doesn’t give her a chance? A chance for the woman who valued him as a real person.

  Why did Milano remember Tim again? Veronica thought. Is he very jealous?

  “Milano, you know I don’t love him…”

  “Prove it!” his eyes glowed; he did not believe her.

  “You see my love day by day; but I don’t want to force you into marriage, Milano. You’re doing this for our baby. After a while, you will hate me!”

  Veronica’s fashionable makeup in which Francesca had worked on for this evening, was being washed away under the stream of her tears. Veronica wasn’t able to stop them, they flowed ceaselessly.

  “Damn it, Veronica! I am losing my patience!!!”

  Getting up from the table, Milano put the box with the ring in his pocket and looked menacingly at his stubborn Amazon. He yanked the tablecloth with force, and cups and plates flew down from the table, breaking into little pieces. Forks, spoons, and knives rang in high and low tones, diving on the floor in different directions. It felt like a herd of horses raced next to Veronica and Milano. This herd was sweeping away everything in its path.

  Veronica looked at Milano as if she didn’t recognize him. He has gone berserk, and she was afraid of the result of his pure rage. Will he break all the furniture in the room?

  Suddenly Milano darted to her side, grabbing her hand and lifting her from a chair. He threw the chair against the wall and put Veronica on the table. He pulled her beautiful dress up to her waist, opening her plump buttocks to his view. He moved his hands to her underwear and watched Veronica with a grin while she started to obey him.

  “You’re disgusting!” Veronica growled, banging her fists against his chest. Milano did not allow her to stand up but placed her feet on the table.

  “I understand that I’ll get a positive answer from you when I fuck you properly!”

  “Milano!!!”

  Milano didn’t listen to Veronica and then undid the zipper of her dress. He kept kissing her body from her neck to her swollen breast, deliberately arousing Veronica. Passion blocked her mind when Milano used his popular tactic―influencing her desire with his image. The suit with the color of the evening sky and a delicate men’s cologne of an expensive Italian brand worked so well for Milano’s mission.

  “Oh, the bliss...” Veronica whispered, feeling captured by her indefatigable Demon; Milano chained her tightly to himself. Her struggle was pointless.

  “You were mine a long time ago, and it makes no sense to deny it...” Milano told her in a baritone voice, freeing Veronica from her underwear and giving her honey caresses. He stroked the back of his perfect woman, believing that he alone should feel her sensitive skin and no one else!

  Veronica tried to say something, but her objection was drowned in Milano’s deep kisses. He quenched his thirst for intimacy with Veronica, and his feelings tightened into an even bigger whirlpool. Veronica mumbled something unintelligible when he penetrated her sharply.

  “Oh, God damn it! I missed you so. Three months of abstinence is too much!” Milan
o began to move, making clear, not fast-paced tremors in her body. He didn’t want to hurt his goddess and his child.

  Milano enjoyed when Veronica closed her eyes, feeling how quickly her orgasm peaked. “Looking at your face, I can see that you’re about to come, my caramel.…”

  “You have a terrible mouth, from which rude words depart!” Veronica hauled Milano over the coals and ended by teasing him a little bit.

  “Words excite you, as my fingers roam over your chest and gentle pussy...” Milano whispered to Veronica like a skillful seducer while warming her beautiful feminine essence. “Damn, Nike... Holy shit!” he moaned, feeling the sharp contraction of her body’s muscles around his manhood. Her hasty ecstasy caught her as his tremors became more powerful.

  Veronica clenched Milano’s hair, while he allowed her to experience an intense orgasm once more. It swept waves through her body up and down like a giant storm in the sea. Milano plunged into Veronica until the root of his penis was absorbed inside of her. She shuddered and caressed his tired back.

  “Do you now agree?” Milano snorted, coping easily with her limp body after ecstasy.

  “I agree, you raging monster!” Veronica laughed, pushing her crazy man away from her and jumping up from the table. She turned her back on Milano, telling him to zip up her dress.

  “Maybe I should leave you like this, and then continue in the car?” Milano spoke with a smirk, picking the chairs back up to the table to sit in.

  “You have to adjust my dress first, crazy maniac; and then decide what to do with my body!” Veronica rolled her eyes, playfully blurting out. She was pleased as Milano helped her with her image, inviting her to sit down and feeling as comfortable as she does at home.

  Veronica landed on her seat with the grace of a cat, watching Milano sit in front of her. He was like a Cheetah, placing his palms on the table and continuing to scan his mountain doe with his gaze.

  “How are we gonna have dinner now?” Veronica became interested, looking at the shards lying on the parquet floor.

  “Accept me first!” Milano demanded when he took out the box and put it on the table. He opened the box, and a small blue diamond framed with a ring shone by all its facets.