When she entered the suite, Tammy had fully expected to have it out with him, but Luca had packed his things and left. Instead of looking for him, Tammy had slipped into some dry clothes and went looking for her dad. She certainly owed him an explanation.
During their conversation, she explained to her dad that she didn't find Beverly; Beverly found her. Tammy assured him that she had every intention of telling him when things became less chaotic. After questioning her about how Beverly looked, how she behaved, and if she was clean, Jean-Paul assured her that he wasn't angry at her for withholding the information. Now, she was in attendance at the most uncomfortable dinner party ever. You could cut the tension with a knife. She should have followed her first mind and stayed in her room, but Victoria and Natasha had threatened to drag her to dinner by her hair. So there she was, suffering through an uncomfortable meal, an awkward toast, and her brooding fiancé.
Tammy couldn't have been happier when dinner was over. As soon as the servers began to remove plates from the table, she feigned exhaustion, said goodnight to her guests, and exited the dining room.
Once she was inside her suite, Tammy slid her designer gown down her body, stepped out of it, and left it in the middle of the floor. She walked over to the bar and poured herself a double shot of tequila and went into the bedroom. She sat on the bed, wearing nothing but panties, and knocked back as much of the tequila that she could. A noise coming from the living room caused Tammy to become still. It was the door.
“Tamara!”
The sound of Luca’s voice sent Tammy flying into the bathroom. She slammed the door and attempted to lock it, but Luca was already forcing the door open. Tammy backed away from the door and reached for a towel, but Luca quickly snatched it out of her hand. As he towered over her, the look on his face was predatory. Without words, Luca backed her against the vanity.
“Luca, I’m not in the mood right now,” Tammy protested.
Completely ignoring her, he lifted her by the waist and plopped her down on the vanity. When Tammy made another attempt to protest, Luca grabbed her by the face and stuffed the end of the same towel that he had taken from her into her mouth. Tammy tried to wiggle free, but she was no match for Luca. He pinned her arms behind her by her wrists, using only one hand. With the other, he easily ripped her panties from between her thighs and tossed the material to the floor. Tammy raised her hips, attempting to push him back, but Luca didn't budge. He looked down at her, donned a wicked smirk, and tightened his grip. His big hand was, almost painfully, securing her wrists.
Tammy grumbled loudly, struggling to speak through the gag. She wanted to outright fight, but she looked down and caught a glimpse of the erotic scene Luca had created. She groaned again, but that time, she was groaning at her traitorous body. Tammy could feel the tightness in her nipples, and heat gathering in her core.
Luca lowered his mouth to her neck, just under her chin, and kissed and licked her sensitive spot. A moan escaped before Tammy could stop it. Her desire was taking over. She was losing all sense of control. Luca kissed from her neck to her chest until he reached her pebbled nipple. He teased her by circling the bundle of sensitive nerves before sucking it roughly into his mouth.
Tammy threw her head back and let out a howl that was muffled by the towel stuffed in her mouth. With his free hand, Luca used his thumb to fondle her clit. Before Tammy knew it, she was rocking into his touch. Luca was ruthlessly fondling her pussy until she was pleading incoherently for him to fuck her. Tammy chased Luca’s thumb with desperation. Her arousal was inconsolable.
Mercifully, Luca undid his pants and rubbed his hard, massive dick against her heated bud. Tammy waited, without patience, as proof of her desire escaped and trickled down her ass. She stilled herself when Luca positioned himself at her entrance and pushed into her without pause. A loud groan got caught in Tammy’s throat. When he pulled out only to enter her fully, she struggled to free her hands, but Luca wouldn't let go. Tammy so desperately wanted to hold him. She needed to hold on for the ride that Luca was taking her on. And it was a rough ride. Luca was fucking her without mercy, rodding her completely. Tammy cried through the gag with every powerful thrust. Luca’s lustful moans echoed throughout the bathroom, but he hadn't said a word. Whatever point he want to make, his plan was to drill it into her. There was nothing better than the feeling of Luca’s big, velvet dick, deep inside of her. When her body began to quiver uncontrollably, she knew that she was close to completion. But when Luca leaned over and sucked her tingling nipple into his mouth, Tammy unraveled. She erupted into an orgasm and let out a sound that even she didn't recognize. Paralyzed, and without regard for her safety, Tammy fell backward. But without missing one stroke, Luca released her wrist and caught her, pulling her close to his body. He snatched the towel from her mouth and tossed it to the side. Tammy was panting uncontrollably as he gripped her ass and yanked her up and down on his dick until he suddenly, slammed into her with a powerful thrust. He was pulling her firmly onto his manhood, as deep as could be. As he shuddered through his orgasm, Tammy could feel his dick violently jerk before throbbing inside of her.
They held each other, catching their breaths until Luca helped Tammy off of the vanity. Tammy watched him pull his pants up. He fastened the button and fixed his belt as Tammy stood still and speechless. Without warning, Luca grabbed her face and pressed his lips to hers. He licked the seam of her lips, coaxing her mouth open. Tammy’s tongue instinctively sought his, reveling in the familiar taste of mint and the sweetness of cigar. Luca sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and stepped back. He turned to leave the bathroom.
“I’ll see you at the altar,” he said over his shoulder as he left.
Even as she heard the door to her suit closing, Tammy was still standing in front of the vanity as if her damn feet were cemented to the floor.
“What just happened?” she asked out loud.
CHAPTER 37
TAMMY
“Thanks,” Tammy said as Victoria handed her a glass of champagne.
“Okay, now that we all have a glass, I’d like to make a toast to Tammy,” Natasha started.
“Wait, let me find something to toast with,” Tracy interrupted.
“Here,” Rosa said, handing Tracy a glass of red wine.
Tracy looked at the glass, unsure if she should have a sip.
“It’s good for the baby,” Rosa assured.
“Hmph, Italians,” Rulenska scoffed. “They believe that red wine can fix anything.”
“Quiet, child,” Annabella interjected. “What? She should have Vodka?”
“Actually, Tracy, Rosa is right. You're no longer in your first trimester. Studies show that red wine is good for your blood flow during pregnancy,” Katherine added.
“That’s good to know, but I don't really like red wine. I’ll just toast with water.”
“Um-mm,” Victoria protested. “It’s bad luck to toast with water. Take this. One sip ain’t gonna hurt.”
Victoria handed Tracy a glass with exactly one sip of champagne in it. Tracy accepted the glass. If she were to be honest, she was excited to have a sip. She hadn't tasted champagne in months.
“Now that we’re all set, I would like to propose a toast to my dear friend. We met by chance, in the weirdest circumstances. I was thrown into the deep end when I couldn't even swim…” Natasha paused unable to suppress her laughter at the pun that was totally intended.
Tammy rolled her eyes when the rest of the ladies caught on to the joke and joined in on the teasing.
“Ha ha!” Tammy shouted over the boisterous laughter. “Finish your damn toast so I can get ready.”
“Yeah, stop teasing my daughter,” Mary chimed through her own laughter.
Tammy narrowed her eyes at her stepmother and mouthed, “Traitor.”
“Okay…okay. Well, it was you, Tammy, that pulled me from the deep end to the safety of shallow water. You wrapped a protective arm around me and took me under your wing. So now that you're
going from being my friend to my cousin, I couldn't be happier. I love you, and I wish you and Luca all the best.” Natasha raised her glass and shouted, “Per cent’anni!”
“One hundred years!” the others shouted, raising their own glasses.
“I love you too. All of you,” Tammy said as she raised her own glass.
Since her own family had been broken for so many years, the feeling of love for her new family was overwhelming. Tammy could feel the moisture pooling in her eyes. Since it had taken a whole hour to get her face done, she did her best to contain her emotions, but it was no use. When she and Natasha embraced, the tears escaped and flowed freely. She held Natasha tight and said a silent prayer, thanking God for bringing them together. It was through her beautiful friend that Tammy found the most amazing man on earth, the most loyal family ever, and more happiness than one woman could stand. It was a total 180-degree turn from the life that she had before meeting Natasha.
The sound of someone clearing her throat, wasn't enough to pull the ladies apart. So it was repeated. Tammy stepped back and smiled at Natasha, who had also ruined her make-up, and whispered, “Thank you.”
“No. Thank you,” Natasha replied with a smile that warmed Tammy’s heart.
The sound of someone, yet again, clearing their throat forced Tammy and Natasha to turn. It was Gail, Tammy’s make-up artist. She was standing next to Omar, Tammy’s hair stylist.
“Yes?”
Omar shook his head and ran his fingers through long, silky hair that any woman would have been jealous of.
“No offense, boo boo, but the two of you look like a shit sandwich.”
The ladies in the room gasped, but Tammy was accustomed to Omar’s direct way of speaking. They had done a few runway shows together, and she loved his directness. If nothing else, Omar was honest. And the same went for Gail. She was a highly coveted artist that looked more like one of the models than the Director of Cosmetology. She was a tall, leggy, midnight colored beauty who could have easily stepped into the modeling game and shut it down, but she was a genius behind the beauty scene and the best in the game.
“Omar, really?” Tammy scolded.
“I’m just saying! Come on, bi...umm, girl.”
Tammy chuckled, but only the black women in the room laughed. The Europeans were on the cusp of being offended.
“Attention please!” Vicki, the wedding planner, shouted, interrupting the chatter. “I need every woman that is not a part of the wedding party to give us the room.”
As Vicki hustled ladies out of the room, Omar and Gail ushered Tammy into the bedroom. She needed fixing, and they were gonna get it done.
“Wait!” Luca’s mom shouted before they entered the room.
Tammy froze and turned around. When her mentor/mother-law spoke, she listened. Anna walked up to Tammy and placed her hands on both her cheeks.
“I’ve always wanted a daughter, but I was unable to produce one. I wanted someone that could step in and take over my fashion empire. Before you, I thought all was lost. Tamara, God has not only blessed my son with you, but he has also blessed me. I love you. Someday, you will combine our houses, and our houses will rule this world of fashion.”
“Anna, stop,” Tammy choked.
Tammy was filled with love and admiration. She was crying, yet again. Annabella and her approval meant the world to her. Tammy worshiped the woman, even before she knew that she was Luca’s mother.
“No, Tamara, I won't stop. I have to thank you. You are my legacy, a blessing from God. I think I might love you more than Luca does,” she said with a smile.
“I love you, Anna. You're my blessing. Thank you for everything you've taught me. I’m so happy that you're my mother now. Even though you look more like a sister,” Tammy said with a wink.
“That’s my girl,” Anna gushed as she pulled Tammy into her arms.
Their emotional hug was what Tammy had longed for most of her life. She needed to be loved by a mother, even if it wasn't her own. But through the grace of God, Tammy had many mothers now. Annabella, Mary, Katherine, and Catarina were matriarchs that had a major impact on her life. Hell, even Beverly, the worst mother ever, had a hand in her success.
“I have something for you,” Anna said, handing her an envelope.
“Thank you,” she told her.
“Read it now,” Anna instructed, before stepping back, and allowing Omar and Gail to whisk her away.
Tammy ran her fingers over the seal of the envelope as Omar led her to the salon chair. It was most definitely from Luca. He was the only one that called her Tamara, although mostly when she was in trouble. She inhaled the scent of cigars. It was definitely from Luca.
Tamara,
For a long time, I thought that my purpose in life was to rule the world. By that, I mean the world that surrounds me. It has always been my destiny to conquer. But, I found myself unable to conquer the one thing that my heart desired.
It was you.
You were unable to be conquered because, from the moment I laid eyes on you, it was you that had conquered me. Your beauty, your determination, and your endurance has weakened me. You have made me your servant from the very beginning, and I will serve without hesitation. I love you more than anything in this world. You have given me a son, and a life worth fighting for. I know that I can be hard, but you like it hard ;-). I won't live without you. So, thank you for keeping me alive by agreeing to be my wife.
Tamara, I love you. You are my ending and beginning.
Your future,
Giovanni Luciano Savelli
Tammy fought back tears as best she could until she decided that it didn't matter since her makeup was already destroyed. She allowed her tears to flow as she folded the letter and tucked it back into the envelope.
“Good or bad?” Omar asked as he picked through thick strands of Tammy’s hair.
“Good,” Tammy whispered. “So damn good.”
Tammy slouched down in the chair and fantasized about the life that she was going to have with Luca.
CHAPTER 38
TRACY
Tammy and her planners had outdone themselves. Tracy had just witnessed the most beautiful wedding ever. Tammy chose to have her wedding on the pool deck, with the beach serving as the most breathtaking backdrop.
Tracy took a sip from the glass of cider that Francis handed her and watched her friends enjoy the festivities. Everyone was sipping some sort of libation while basking in the warm sun. Tammy’s favorite flower adorned almost every area of the deck; even floating in the pool.
“I need the wedding party for pictures,” Harley, the other wedding coordinator, announced.
Tracy took a sip and placed the glass on a table. “That’s us, best man,” Tracy said, turning to Francis.
“Si, andiamo.”
Francis placed his hand on the small of Tracy’s back and leaned to kiss the side of her face.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look, cara?”
Tracy smiled. He’d told her at least ten times already.
“I don't know. I can't remember. Tell me again.”
“You look amazingly beautiful, donna.”
“Thank you. But it’s you. You make me look good,” Tracy countered.
And she wasn't lying. When she stepped out of the bedroom of their suite, Francis was standing by the bar. His tall, thick frame underneath his tuxedo made her want to touch him. He was looking handsome and powerful, sipping from his glass. His five o'clock shadow was neatly trimmed, and his dark gaze caused her to swoon. Francis was mesmerizing; hard, sexy, sweet, and sensual at the same damn time. Tracy could never tire of looking at the man.
“Come,” Francis prompted, leading her toward the photographer.
Tracy had to admit; she was no fan of the color yellow. But the canary colored island-like gowns that Tammy had chosen were beautiful against the deep blue sea. Romance and allure were Annabella’s distinct style of design, and she had shown it in every gown.
Fra
ncis escorted Tracy to the bridal side of the photo and planted a swift kiss on her lips before going to the groom’s side of the photo. Tracy could seriously feel a loss every time they were separated. She looked over at her man and his family. The Storm and Savelli men were out of this world—tall, strong, rich, and fine as fuck. She laughed on the inside at the thoughts swimming around in her mind. She could easily picture a slew of thirsty women parachuting from planes, landing on the island, and chasing the sexy white men down the beach.
“Girl, what’s going on in your head?” Victoria asked, nudging Tracy.
“Nothing,” Tracy chuckled. “I was just thinking about the chicks that would take us out to get at our men. Girl, look at them. Ummm…ummm…ummm.”
Victoria smacked her lips and glared at Tracy. “I wish a bitch would,” she quipped.
“Girl, these hoes ain’t scared of you,” Tracy snickered. “Katlin was goin’ for your man. Now, Natasha, she might have these chicks a little spooked.”
“Tracy, don't go there. You know I will chew them rats. They can't have mine.”
“I know that’s right,” Tracy laughed.
Tammy walked over and nudged Victoria.
“Look at yo’ baby,” she giggled, pointing at Jasmine.
Tracy and Victoria looked over at Jasmine. She was no doubt a supermodel, strutting and posing like a professional for the photographer in her canary tutu gown. And he was eating it up. The beautiful, charismatic little girl had the photographer’s undivided attention.
“Jack!” Victoria shouted down the line. “Go get my baby,” she demanded once she got his attention.
Jack followed her line of sight and hurried to scoop their little girl, giving the photographer a look meant to warn. Tracy laughed out loud. Neither Jack nor Victoria played games when it came to their babies.
After a tiresome forty-five minutes of taking pictures, Tracy was hungry. Thankfully, the coordinators were ushering everyone into the ballroom. She didn't have to be told twice. It was no secret that her appetite had picked up. But when she entered the ballroom, hand in hand with Francis’ mom, her appetite was the last thing on her mind. Everyone that entered gasped, and she understood why. The sight before her had taken her breath away. Tracy had never seen a more beautiful room. From the lighting, the crystals, the lilies, and the orchids, everything was perfect. The decor was nothing short of mind-blowing.
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