*Fiorella*
Yesterday something happened that I don't even know how to explain between Lorenzo and me, in the kitchen. I know that now I'm more vulnerable before him, but something tells me that I shouldn't give myself to him; I know it's the fear of belonging to him entirely and that he will break my heart.I know that he is a womanizer and that women offer themselves to him, like the god he is, the Devil; I had heard that name, I felt that Lorenzo was called that, but I didn't want to accept it.
If he really wanted me or loved me, maybe everything would be different, I would give him all of me, but I can't, I'm afraid, I know I won't be the only woman, and that breaks my soul, I'm a fool for getting my hopes up with the first man who brings me down the moon and the stars.
I don't hesitate to pay a fortune to have you for him. Still, he won't only have me, and just thinking or imagining another woman in his arms, havin
*Fiorella*Lorenzo asked me to be presentable; how can you be presentable when your fiancé takes you to a bar where women wear almost no clothes? I was furious because he didn't want to leave me alone at home, even with a guard; Lorenzo thought he would be unfaithful with the first man he saw.I had already fixed my hair in some waves, a little curly now came the difficult part of choosing the right dress, the closet was full of brand name dresses from Gucci, Gucci, etc...I decided on a yellow one; it was stapled. My curves looked great, a pair of sneakers, and that was it; I went downstairs, and Lorenzo was already waiting for me; by the look on his face, I think I chose the right dress."You couldn't have chosen a less flashy dress," he told me seriously or jealous, better said."Please, with so many naked women where we are going, I doubt that anyone will pay attention to me."
*Fiorella* A week had passed since that night when Lorenzo had sex with that woman Giovanna, and I still can't get the image of him and her together out of my head; during the following days, I avoided seeing him. He would go jogging very early in the morning, and I would stay in the guest room; as soon as he entered our bedroom, I would just wait for him to fall asleep and leave. I couldn't stand his presence; when he was near me, I could smell the cheap and everyday perfume of that woman; although jealousy ate me up inside, he told me that I didn't care. Maybe at some point, my heart and mind would believe it, so many times he repeated it over and over again, he didn't dare touch me, and I wouldn't allow it either. But today was the day I feared so much, the days passed so fast that I could not even assimilate that my wedding with the Devil was imminent; I am in front of the mirror looking at my
*Lorenzo* The day finally arrived all week. Fiorella has been avoiding me, and I don't blame her after what happened to Giovanna, but she caused it herself; she was the one I wanted to have, to touch caress, and to enjoy that day. But she refused, and nobody said NO to me. She wouldn't be the first, so I decided to move the wedding and make it happen as soon as possible; I hired an organizer and asked her only the best for Fiorella, her dress, the jewelry, even the ring I had designed for her. I would give her the world on a silver platter if only she would let me idolize her, worship her like the goddess she is. Still, I think that will take time, and after what happened, the time may never come. I am standing in front of the altar, and I see walking towards me the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life; she is the only one that calms the demon that lives in me; I don't want to accept it, but I am sta
*Fiorella* It's been a week since our wedding; Lorenzo rarely comes home from the office, I don't know where he has spent the night, but I don't doubt it's at his other house enjoying his days as a newly married man. I don't know if I should be happy that he hasn't forced me to be with him or angry that he hasn't even tried; I have been ignored during these days, the only one I have seen is his right-hand man Camilo. When I need something, he has been attentive to me; a few days ago, when I was in the kitchen preparing a coffee, I heard the screams of Giovanna that woman has no shame or dignity, I doubt very much that she knew the meaning of both words. I enter my house or Lorenzo's house; I don't know if I should say "my house," I don't feel like it is, even though it obviously is, being Lorenzo's wife, I can afford to say it. Still, I really don't feel like his wife and much less the owner of all this. The
*Lorenzo*I arrived at the house and parked the car; I got out running without caring about anything; at the entrance, there was Luigi, "Don, I told her not to come closer, but she didn't pay attention to me," he said. Still, I raised my hand, asking him to shut up; he was so furious that if he continued, I would kill him right there.I climbed the stairs two steps at a time, the time took me forever to get to our bedroom and see her still alive when I arrived there was Camilo next to the doctor and both looking at Fiorella, when I approached her she was pale her arm still had traces of blood. The bedsheet was completely soaked, the anger consumed me, and I closed my hands into a fist.The culprit would pay with his life for hurting her; I knelt down next to her and caressed her hair, removing it from her forehead with affection."Lorenzo, the doctor has already checked her, she has lost a lot of blood,
*Fiorella*The following day, I woke up all alone in bed; it was too beautiful to think that Lorenzo would spend the night and every day by my side, taking care of me, the Devil; he has more important things than yesterday.I was about to get out of bed to go to breakfast when my door opened. Lorenzo came in with a tray of food in his hands; my face reflected my surprise and how bewildered I was to see that.Who was that man, and where had the reckless Mafioso of my husband gone."Good morning Principessa, how did you wake up ?" he said with a smile on his face; he was already scaring me; it was too much kindness."Who are you, and where is my Lorenzo Razzo?" I said, surprised."Why are you so surprised princess, you are my woman, my wife, and what kind of husband would I be if I didn't take care of you," he said, looking at me."I would be you yourself; I don't believe that act one bit that you are
*Fiorella*When we arrived at the house, we got out of the car, and he carried me in his arms, went up the stairs quickly, passing 2 steps at the same time, opened the door and closed it with his foot, placing the lock with his hand.He approached our bed and threw me on it, making my body jump from the force with which I fell and positioned himself on top of me; he began to kiss me hard with unbridled passion.His lips ran down my neck, leaving a path of heat and saliva that was shaking my body; he was holding me on his forearms because he was too heavy for me, he didn't want to crush me, and I was feeling his weight.He took my dress and began to lift it up to my waist, and positioned his head between my legs, "Oh my god, Lorenzo!" I said, completely aroused, feeling his tongue in me.My hands found his hair and gripped it tightly, pressing it further into me, my legs automatically op
*Lorenzo*It was already daylight, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that my wife was in my arms.After that night, when I finally made her mine, the image of her face when she was cumming on my cock, stuck in my head. So fucking naive and so fucking hot at the same time.I remembered every detail as she lay beneath me as she moaned my name in her sweet honey voice while fucking me hard.She's so innocent and beautiful, I've fallen in love with her. I want her all to myself. No matter what, I just want her for me. She won my attention the first time I saw her that day without even doing anything for herself.Who knew we would end up together? Shit, I couldn't even imagine that I would go crazy for her and wouldn't stop until I made her my wife.She is the first thing I longed for so much in my life. She became my desire in my everything; there is nothing I wouldn't do for her, there is nothing
After leaving Lorenzo and divorcing him, I am living my pregnancy in London, surrounded by people who helped me, when she was born was the happiest day of my life, I never told Lorenzo that I was expecting a little girl, I wanted to keep that to myself. I know he's been looking for us and although I haven't seen him, he has been keeping an eye on us , but I can’t accept it not yet. Maybe I’m a fool and I should let him know her, but my little one has a normal life and will continue as long as I live. I know it’s been years now but I deserve more my daugther deserve more, I don't know if I will ever forgive him, but only destiny can know that. My little Leonella is already five years old and I think it is now time for her to get to know Italy, I used my mother's money and invested it in shares and that has multiplied, giving me the life of luxury that my daughter and I deserve. I have told her about Italy and how beautiful it is, the cities and the culture, although we have lived i
*Fiorella*I called Lorenzo to talk to him about divorce, he’s still adamant about not accepting it but I won’t go back.Lorenzo arrived and was dressed very formally in a black coat that complemented the color of his eyes and made him look very attractive."Fiorella, please let talk". He looked me deeply in the eyes for a moment, there was tension in the air that I could feel. He broke the silence, "Sit down, will me?" he said without looking away.From his expression I realized that he was already undressing me with his eyes, plus I knew that I looked beautiful why he wouldn’t want me. " Thank you,"I was nervous I didn’t know whether to tell him the I was pregnant or just sign the papers and be out of his life forever.
*Fiorella*He pushed me to bed and stood over me. I pushed him away from me, but I can’t handle his strength. He kissed my lips. It was a tough kiss that I thought my lips would break to pieces.His lips went down to my neck. I can’t do anything but cry, he didn’t explain this semblance to me."You are mine, Fiorella, only mine." I said and tore his shirt. I saw in his eyes the wonder. I covered my body with the blanket because my top clothes are the only thing left on my upper body. But he grabbed the blanket I tried to cover in my body. "Don’t hide that, love. That’s mine." He said and removed the last thing, my garment on the top of my body. He attacked my lef
* Lorenzo*When I get out of bed I see someone next to me then I remind myself that I was on a bedside table with a girl named Loreta.She had short blonde hair touching her bare shoulders, she had long fake cheap nails and brown eyes.When I got out of bed "Lorenzo stay a little longer, go!" she said and that annoyed me, I don’t let anyone talk to me like that only my wife.I don’t let any woman sleep in my bed any more than my wife, so right now I was with her in the guest room at my playhouse, which Fiorella believes has already been dismantled.She starts complaining again and again as I grab my gun off the table and shoot him in the leg. Loreta starts screaming
*Alina*Early in the morning, my phone rings, I hate morning calls, but I bet it’s important. So I looked through my phone and found it on my nightstand,"Hello," I reply in a heartbreaking voice."Ms. Alina, it’s me"."Who’s who?" I frown."From Mr. Rocci’s house," he whispers."Yes, Mr. But what is it?" I sit and continue to listen to your report.I heard that the family besides Rocci’s unit doesn’t want to move because of the money and his job.So I came up with a plan and I let Mr. But handle it,
Examine my face and body thoroughly with your eyes and there’s the point of realizing, "Oh, Ms. Alina. I didn’t know it was you. You look..." he pauses, "look. uh-" trying to find the right words to say,So I meddled, "Different? I guess I passed the test if not even a citizen could recognize me." I smiled at him and went back to business,"So, will you let me in?""Boo-"I cut him off, "No buts. Or should I tell you something, Don? That one of his subjects is no longer loyal to him?"He swallows and does not respond. His sweat is all over his face, and now I am losing patience.He’s still adamant, so I dropped my last trick.
*Alina*I go to Loreta at 107, and I catch them doing their thing intimately,"Hello Loreta, I’m going, come here a second"."Oh... just for... ah... ah... a moment... uhhh... alina..." I wear a smile on my lips, hearing this recharges me.I close the door and wait outside. A few minutes later, Sandy leaves the room, "God Alina, don’t you know how to knock?" I laugh at her and mock her,"Woah... who did this Loreta? Ahh... ah... uh..." with matching recreation, her face turns red. "It’s not funny Alina." smiles at me."Relax, okay? The old man asked me to do some things. Call me if there’s anything new, okay?" I kiss her
*Alina*Upon seeing me, a man in his robe with a great complexion says excitedly: "Alina! ! Alina! Alina!", . He’s sitting generously on his favorite couch, so I walk up to him and sit on his lap. I put my arms around his neck and I start to pass my fingers on his neck to the back of his ears that he likes, then a moan escapes from his mouth, "perverted man," I thought.He looks for my hands, takes them off his neck, touches them, and gives them little kisses as he says, "I missed you so much, Alina but I need you to do something important for me.""That’s good to hear, because I’m getting tired of fucking you," he said. I almost smiled at hearing it, but I need to do an act. " Uhh," with regret written on my face I said in a flirtatious way."I think you’re getting tired of me, who’s your new girl, tell me, huh? Come on tell me!" Forgive me, but what I’m saying makes me want to vomit, really."Is she beautiful and younger than me?" He laug
*Alina* It's 10 o'clock at night when a knock on the door opens at the back of the bar. The car engine shuts off and the slamming of the door follows. You hear the distinct voices of men walking, you see figures with bulging bodies still telling stories about their great virility. Alina's curiosity, reaches its peak as she hears the striking cries of young girls and the constant screams of women who are probably in their early twenties. So her only way to see is through the window. He grabs onto the wooden chair and uses it as a foothold. She tries to keep her balance and tries to find the right angle to see clearly what is going on outside. He starts to blink and walks over to the window and this is what he sees, both hands and feet are tied together with rope. The young men were carried like pigs on the shoulders of the two men of a Don, but who is the , I don't remember anything, not even what I'm doing here.