Chapter 1 - The Matrimonial AgreementIn an elegant summer salon of Brenda Harper's modest home, Giovanni Romano sat across from her, determined.Brenda, with her bold and resolute gaze, watched him, trying to hide her surprise at seeing Giovanni after so many years.He was no longer the awkward boy with black hair and a cold gray gaze she remembered, but a man with a demeanor that gave him an unmatched allure."Well, Brenda. Are you sure you want to do this?" Giovanni spoke first, attempting to break the ice."Yes, I'm sure," she replied, maintaining a firm tone. She wasn't going to show him her doubts or her fear of failure. Not to him.She had been searching for work all week without success, feeling suffocated by her parents' overprotection.That's not to mention their desire for her to marry at a young age to any old fat, wealthy man."Alright, let's begin then."Giovanni looked... quite good. He was an attractive and young man, willing to enter into a quick marriage just to clim
Chapter 2 - The WeddingWhen they disembarked from the plane at Turin airport, only Giovanni's mother was there. She excused her son, saying he had to carry out some last-minute preparations, and accompanied them to the hotel, leaving them there and giving them directions to the courthouse.After lunch, Brenda's mother insisted she go to the hotel's salon and start getting ready early, but she refused. She decided to do her hair herself as usual and put on the simple white dress she had bought, rejecting the ostentatious wedding dress desired by her ambitious parents.After taking a taxi, they headed to the courthouse.Brenda got out of the vehicle and began to answer greetings from people she didn't know, elegant and refined people who had her parents ecstatic and herself on the verge of vomiting.She felt watched and scrutinized by all the eyes present, putting her in a bad mood, but after several minutes, she didn't see Giovanni anywhere.Suddenly, the sound of a motorcycle revve
Chapter 3: Living TogetherBrenda looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, nervously adjusting the simple dress she had worn for their fake wedding. Although she knew this marriage was just a temporary arrangement, she couldn't help feeling anxious about what awaited her at Giovanni's house.Finally, she gathered her courage and stepped out of the bathroom to meet Giovanni in the living room. He greeted her with a calm smile, but Brenda couldn't help but notice the glint of complicity in his eyes.Her stomach fluttered slightly, but she remained composed, at least on the outside."Welcome to our temporary home," Giovanni said, gesturing towards the house they would now share.Brenda nodded, trying to hide her nerves as she followed him inside. The house was impressive, with high ceilings and elegant furniture that seemed straight out of an interior design magazine. However, Brenda felt a little uneasy when she realized she didn't know where she would be sleeping."Where's my room?" s
Chapter 4 - Clearing Things UpFortunately, Giovanni didn't try to enter her room.Brenda got out of bed after a night of not being able to sleep very well. She had breakfast and set about unpacking her luggage and exploring the house calmly.She observed the photographs decorating the living room, all of them of Giovanni with various people, except for a wedding photo, presumably of his parents.The man in the photo resembled his son, only with a less fierce, more friendly expression; the tough expression he had inherited from his mother, undoubtedly.One photo caught her attention, taken in front of a large company with the sign "Stella d'oro." Apparently, that was the name of the magazine where he worked, and his family owned it.Giovanni appeared in a photo with a very beautiful girl, he had his arms around her shoulders, and her face reminded her of having seen it at the courthouse."Perhaps he referred to her when he said he had his sexual and emotional life covered.""Could she
Chapter 5 - CuriosityThe next day, as Giovanni had announced, Marco showed up at the apartment to accompany her to the academy."Hi, I'm Marco!" he greeted as soon as Brenda opened the door. "Do you remember me? I was there on the wedding day.""Vaguely. There were so many unfamiliar faces, and I was so nervous...""Yes, that's understandable. Giovanni has asked me to accompany you to the academy and help you with the paperwork.""Yeah, I barely speak Italian and couldn't do it alone," she said apologetically."Well, whenever you're ready, we can go."Marco was a blond, slim guy, just a little taller than Brenda. She immediately felt comfortable in his company.Like Giovanni, he spoke Spanish perfectly and had no trouble communicating with him."It's a relief to talk to someone other than Giovanni. Since I hardly know any Italian...""You should enroll in an academy. If you learn it just by ear, you'll speak it wrong for the rest of your life. If you want, I can ask Francesca to find
Chapter 6 - Welcome DinnerOn Saturday, Brenda carefully dressed for the dinner organized by Giovanni's company in her honor.She had opted for a black dress with sequins that made her look older than she was, so the age difference between them wouldn't be so evident.The dress was low-cut, but not overly so, elegant and discreet at the same time.She wore shoes with the highest heels she could bear due to her lack of habit, also to compensate for the height difference. She also applied more makeup than usual to make herself look a few years older.When she saw herself in the mirror, she felt satisfied. She hoped to make a good impression and to perfectly represent the role of the wife she had been hired to play.So far, he had fulfilled his part of the deal in every way, and she had not yet been able to reciprocate.The balance of their first week of marriage had been positive for Brenda. Her expectations had been met, and the only inconvenience was that she couldn't quite relax when
Chapter 7 - Just for AppearancesAfter a while, the music changed, and ballads began to play; beautiful songs that Brenda had heard in her country in a translated version, but sounded even more pleasant in Italian.She had to admit that this language was ideal for speaking about love. Perhaps someday an Italian would say words of love to her in that language.The image of Giovanni trying to say them to Francesca came to her mind, but she couldn't imagine it. The idea of him, with his husky voice and fierce appearance, saying words of love to anyone seemed impossible to her.Francesca must have been very desperate to get involved with Giovanni in that way, and moreover, to pretend to be so calm seeing them together.Would she be able to pretend if she were on the other side? She was sure she couldn't.Lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize that some members of the group had gone to dance until she felt Giovanni's hand on hers."Let's dance too," he said.She looked at him surprised,
Chapter 8 - Jelousy?Brenda felt all eyes pinned on her and began to feel irritated. Because of this, she asked:"Well, since the guest of honor is very busy. Does anyone want to dance with the honoree?""Can I serve you?" Marco offered."Of course," she smiled eagerly.She stood up, and they began to dance in turn. Brenda immediately felt much more comfortable dancing with him than with Giovanni.After several songs, they sat down while Giovanni and Francesca continued on the dance floor. Francesca commented:"Your wife is beautiful.""Yeah, not bad.""I couldn't see her well on the wedding day, I was too far back, but she doesn't seem as childish as you say," she spoke thoughtfully."Well, she is, I assure you. You're not jealous, are you?" he smirked."Of course not, silly. I'm looking forward to having someone to share the responsibility of taking care of you," she said, playfully hitting his shoulder."You're my favorite girl, and no woman in my life will make me stop loving you,
Passionate encounterIt was beautiful to see her on his bed. He would never have allowed himself to have a fantasy like that, not knowing if she desired it too, but now they were there, on the brink of surrendering to each other and living their best adventure."I've been treasuring this, but I'm determined, Giovanni," she confessed, making him even more excited as he recalled the memories.Memories of her half-naked, then with her round and perfect breasts exposed, longing to touch them madly."I've also thought a lot about this.""Giovanni," she said, looking into his eyes, "I can't resist anymore."She kissed him slowly, her soft lips pressing against the Italian's mouth.Without breaking away, she began to eagerly request his tongue. It was futile to resist, she gave in, letting herself go.He took the girl by the nape of her neck, pulling her towards him, thrusting his tongue into the mouth of that woman, who inflamed his soul and body.With his other hand, he held her small wais
"Surrendering to each other"Giovanni swallowed loudly, thinking they could probably hear him in the neighboring city.He hadn't expected Brenda to say those words, perhaps that's why his heart was pounding like a jumping bean.Brenda looked at him expectantly, wondering if she had said something wrong."Piccola…""Is what I said wrong? I'm sorry, I…"This time it was Giovanni who approached, silencing her protest with a kiss. Brenda clung to him and opened her mouth eagerly, uncaring of where they were.But Giovanni did care, he wanted to kiss her and touch her alone, make her feel like a woman, make her moan and gasp his name, penetrate her until he felt sated and exhausted."Let's go home, cara mia."She nodded, unable to find her voice to speak.She looked somewhat fearful at the motorcycle, but Giovanni took her hand and tied it around his waist, setting off back home as quickly as possible.He didn't want to cause an accident, but the desire coursing through his veins like burni
"I desire you, cara mia."Brenda thought Luciano didn't seem homosexual in any way. How was that possible?She tried to focus and smiled broadly when she saw Luciano take another step, as if he were about to kiss her on the mouth.She heard the screech of a chair being dragged, and soon Giovanni was upon them, glaring at them as if he wanted to incinerate them alive."Giovanni! What are you doing here?"She feigned surprise, but the truth was she was eager to smile. Apparently, the plan had worked."What do you mean, what am I doing here?" he snapped angrily. "Do you think I'm going to let you go out with this wannabe pretty boy?""Hey...""You shut up!" he pointed a finger at Luciano, who barely flinched in his place. "I'm a member of the Italian mafia, so you better be careful or you'll end up in a bad way!"Brenda widened her eyes at hearing that.Mafia? What the hell was going on there?"Did you just say you're a member of the Italian mafia?" she questioned incredulously."Shut th
A SpyWhen a week later Brenda told him she was going out with a classmate, Giovanni didn't hesitate to ask if it was the same one."Do you think she'd go out with that guy after I helped scare him off?" Brenda chuckled. "You must be kidding.""Oh, no?" Giovanni raised an eyebrow. "Then who is it?"He thought he was feigning curiosity, but his serious expression alerted Brenda a bit, and she had to suppress a smile."I thought we wouldn't ask questions...""I just want to know, Brenda. Don't want you going out with a serial killer or a psychopath.""I doubt it," she said, pretending to be thoughtful. "He's a good guy and seems very interested in me.""Really!" Giovanni said sarcastically."I don't ask about your women, that was the deal," the American girl said seriously, shrugging her shoulders."Sure, the deal."That night, Giovanni saw Brenda leave with a man who seemed "too perfect" in his opinion.Tall, with blue eyes and dark hair, elegantly dressed and from a well-off social st
An admirerWhen Brenda left the academy that afternoon, a guy she had coincided with several times copying the same model approached her."You're Brenda, right?" he asked."Yes.""I'm Máximo. Are you heading home?""Yes, of course.""Would you like to come with me for a drink?""I can't, I have to do something there.""You can let them know you'll be late," he replied with a hopeful smile."No, it's not about letting them know, I really can't," she said uncomfortably."Well, another day.""I don't think so, I'm usually very busy."Brenda walked away towards the bus stop. She had noticed that the guy looked at her a lot while they drew, but she didn't think he would approach her and ask her out.It had been funny, though. He wasn't ugly, but the truth was he seemed so dull, so childish...She smiled at the thought of what he would say if he knew she was married.Several days later, Máximo approached her again, and she excused herself once more.But on Sunday afternoon, she was alone at
The kiss was just a game.The girl fell into thought for a few seconds."Although I'm not sure about giving Brenda and Giovanni the room, because with the kiss they shared, they must have been on fire. They even got me!""No, Alba... that's not necessary. Enjoy your victory," Brenda said, feeling a bit nervous."Then invite me, and you'll see that Giovanni isn't the only one who knows how to kiss.""Go to hell, Sandro. I already told you I'm sleeping with Paula."After the game was over, they had one last drink and spread out sleeping bags around the fireplace. Giovanni placed his next to Brenda's, very close to each other, and they climbed inside.She tried to sleep but couldn't. She saw Giovanni's sleeping face beside her with a serene expression she had never seen before, and she couldn't shake the memory of how he had kissed her; the things she had felt, and how she had kissed him back.What would Giovanni think? Well, she didn't even know what to think of herself! All she knew w
Among Friends and AcquaintancesThe accused defended himself vehemently."No one wants to play just to take three turns around a chair or go ask a stranger for the time," he smiled a bit, "Besides, there's not a soul around here.""We have to warn them that the challenges can be a bit... special.""How special?" Gino asked."You might have to stay in your underwear until you roll a certain number, have to kiss someone, say or do something very personal... things like that. Or you might not get anything if you don't land on a penalized square. There are only four, and the chance is remote.""And can you refuse?""Well, newcomers are allowed to refuse once. But then, if someone isn't willing to do what they're supposed to, they lose the game and therefore, the chance for the prize.""And what's the prize?""The winner gets to use the spare bedroom and shares it with their partner, or whoever they want. But if you've refused a challenge, even if your partner wins, you can't sleep there.
Trip to the AlpsThe day of the trip dawned clear and sunny.Giovanni had advised her to pack warm clothing in the luggage and had also accompanied her to buy hiking boots because he anticipated they would go on some hiking excursions.He had also bought her a motorcycle helmet, although he warned her that if she didn't want to ride with him, she could ride in the car with Marco."If you promise me you won't speed, I'll go with you.""I promise. I never speed on the bike.""What about the day of the wedding? You showed up at the courthouse going who knows how many kilometers per hour.""That day I had to impress you, and besides, it was in the city," she looked at him, incredulous, "No, really, I don't speed, and I assure you it will be quite an experience riding up to the mountains on the bike. It feels like you can touch the sky with your hand."Marcelo left on Friday night to prepare the house, and the rest of them left on Saturday morning.Brenda got on the bike with Giovanni and
An InvitationGiovanni was desperate; Brenda had refused to speak to him, communicating only in monosyllables.Meanwhile, she literally trembled at his presence, feeling like a child as she avoided him, yet unable to see a way to resolve their situation."They're husband and wife, no one will say anything if they have sex," an impertinent little voice in her head spoke, causing her cheeks to flush.Giovanni noticed, and his heart raced, thinking she looked irresistible when her cheeks blushed."Are you okay?" He tried to sound casual, but to him, it didn't seem to work."Perfectly." Her tone was curt and cold; she moved away from him, pretending not to notice how the Italian man looked at her, each time sending butterflies fluttering in her stomach.A couple of weeks later, Brenda came home from the academy and found Giovanni engrossed in a pile of papers. It was her turn to prepare dinner that night, so she greeted him curtly and headed into the kitchen.He got up and followed her, s