Chapter 1

NICOLE

"Nicole"

"Nicole"

I felt a familiar voice probing into the abyss of darkness I had fallen into accompanied by mild tappings on my shoulder.

It slowly drew me out of my unconscious state. I yawned on the back of my palms and I rubbed my eyes trying to regain my full consciousness

"We are in italy my love"Raphael gently said as he gave me a tender kiss on the forehead.

My eyes immedately shot open and I sat up straight, excitement bubbling within me.

"Are you serious!?"I practically screamed.

He chuckled and nodded his head at me, brushing off strands of my scattered hair from my face and combing it downwards with his hands.

"We just landed my love. Now I'll lead you to the air hostess while i go make some arrangements ok"

I nodded my head at him, my face beaming with smiles as he took me out of the cabin.

The beautiful air hostess gave me her most polite smile and motioned for me to take a sit whilst Raphael headed outside.

"Would you like any thing ma'am as you wait for your husband?"

That word--Husband. I was really married. Raphael and I were really married. I still couldn't believe it. I thought I would never fall inlove after Jordan's incident but here I am, married to the man of my dreams.

The man I loved deeply.

I smiled sheepishly at her as she mentioned 'Husband'.

"Just that strawberry drink you gave me earlier"

She nodded and left. In no time she came back with a strawberry drink and handed it to me. I mouthed a satisfactory thank you to her.

My eyes darted towards the window as I sat next to it and I spotted Raphael talking to four built men putting on grey suits. The men looked so familair.

It felt like I had seen them before. It suddenly clicked to me. They were the same men that according to Raphael 'flew all the way from italy to Nigeria to tell him bullshit'.

I subconsciously chortled as i took a walk down memory lane. Remembering that fateful day i eavesdropped on their meeting. I was so frightened and pale when Raphael caught me. I thought he would shoot me.

Behind the men were a fleet of about ten shiny, breathtaking cars all doused in black. One was a limousine and they all looked so intimidating.

Raphael turned towards his private jet and I waved at him, hoping he would spot me. Six men of equal muscularity stepped out of some of the cars and followed him.

He did spot me and he winked at me. I blushed at my silliness as I noticed the air hostess was watching me with a smile on her face.

"My love did you miss me?"Raphael asked with a grin and another wink that made a butterfly garden sprang up inside me.

"I did. Can I come outside now? I want to go out"I whined childishly.

He was holding a gift bag. Where did he get it from? He must have probably gotten it from one of the men when I wasn't watching.

He dipped his hands inside it and brought out a scarf, an umbrella like plain straw hat and two pairs of sunshades.

"Take this hat, scarf and sunshade. Put them on ok"

He handed them to me and I stared at the items, confused. "Why Raph?"

"Paparazzi. I don't want anyone trying to be nosy around my wife"He said authoritatively as he wore a pair of the sunshades he had. I complied with his directives and put them on. He wrapped his hands around my shoulder protectively as we stepped outside the jet.

The six men bowed at us. They looked so intimidating, each on black sunshades and security earpiece worn around their ears. They were all claded in black sharp tuxedos.

"Benvenuta in italia" They all chorused along. I almost jumped out of my skin as a result of their deep baritone voices echoing together.

I looked up nervously at Raphael. I had no idea what they said.

"They are welcoming you to Italy"Raphael translated.

I exhaled and nodded my head with a smile on my face, feeling relaxed.

"Thank you"I replied back with a grin.

The men accompanied I and Raphael like a shield around us as we walked towards the fleet of black cars. Raphael was right about the paparazzi.

They were too much, trying to take different shots of I and Raphael.

Once we had overcome the torrents of the paparazzi and settled into the limousine, we drove straight towards what probably was my new home.

Five cars followed us at our back whilst four drove ahead of us.

Wow. The security measures were too appalling.

Did Raphael really have that much enemies?

"Raphael why so much security measures?"I asked. His head whopped to my direction and he gave me a soft smile.

"It's nothing amore mio. Don't be agitated ok. We will soon be home"He reassured. I shrugged it off and rested my heads on his shoulders.

Turning to face the window, I greedily took in all the surroundings, eyes scanning and roving the scenery all around. Italy looked so beautiful. The sun was shining so elegantly on the fast moving cars. There were variety of building styles as I hungrily fed my eyes on some sky scrappers whose summit looked like it could reach the sky. We passed different shops, restaurant and malls all with fascinating special light affects. I could only imagine how beautiful they would look at night.

  As cars moved fast so also did the people swarm around, enjoying the sunny weather and ravishing atmosphere.

    I slowly closed my eyes, wanting to be awaken once we reached his home.

My eyes slowly fluttered back open after a brief nap when I felt something wet on my neck.

Yes something, no, someone was nibbling hungrily on my neck. I let out a soft whimper as Raphael's tongue worked magic around my neck, biting on it softly and sucking it, giving me love bites. He enclosed his arm around my waist.

"I want to fuck you badly dear wife"he breathed against my ear.

Raphael instantly pressed his lips on mine. They were searing hot as he kissed me deeper, our lips moving in rhythm. His drove his tongue inside me setting me to moan louder. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanked him and pulled him closer as he plundered me with his tongue, our kiss becoming intense with lust and craving.

   His hands instinctively pushed under my gown, trailing towards my innermost area as the kisses become more errotic. Once he reached my panties, he began pleasuring my clit through the lace underwear that covered it. Rubbing his hands ever so sensually on my clit got me shattering with moans that sounded like music to his ears. He started pulling down my panties desperately like a starved man till it had gotten to my knee.

   He wanted me now and I wanted him too.

   Unfortunately, the honking sound of cars as we drove made me realise we were in a car and we weren't alone. The driver was seated at the far end of the car and he must have probably heard my shameful moans.

Oh my Goodness. Raphael would be the end of me.

I broke out of our intense make out and quickly wore my panties back up leaving Raphael stunned.

"Why would you stop me my dear wife?"He sniggered.

"We are in a car. And we have a driver here with us. I can't have sex with somebody around raph"I replied as I became beetroot red reminding myself of the fact that the driver could have heard my moans.

Raphael instead leaned in closer and ran his tongue upwards in one long lick of my neck. God this man was arousing me to dangerous heights.

"Ok gattina. But the longer it takes me to get in between your sweet thighs, the rougher I'm going to pound in you when I finally get in there"

I stared at him tongue-tied at his sensual wordings. He licked his lips and I shuddered, but not in fear, in excitement of what was to come.