Chapter 7

*LORENZO*

My arms were around her exquisite figure, I was hugging her, and she was hugging me as if we were a couple that had known each other for a long time, I moved my head closer to her neck, and without thinking about it, my lips touched the skin of her neck, depositing a kiss, I didn't remove my lips from that place.

And even less when I saw Dante's face, while I did it, my lips ran along his neck and from his mouth only moans could be heard, which were only perceived by me, that made me quite hard.

I smiled at the sight of Dante, and that's when the song stopped; I looked at Fiorella and said, "Would you like to go somewhere else? I promise I'll take care of you".

She looked at me confused but didn't look away from mine, she started to look around us, and I knew the panic was taking over her; my hand took her chin, and I lifted it so she could stare at me.

"It's your decision and no one else's; we won't do anything you don't want; I just wish I could talk to you somewhere else, without so many people in the way."

Fiorella took a deep breath and said with a slightly trembling voice, "Ok."

That caused a smile on my face; this was easier than I imagined, I took her hand, and we both walked towards the main entrance; I looked at Camilo and gave him the signal.

"Fiorella!"I heard Fabrizio say as he tried to approach us with no chance; my men had orders not to let anyone follow us.

I watched her brother approaching my little woman but stopped by some men. Still, his gaze did not take long to stray to where we were going, without putting any resistance; good girl, I thought in my mind so submissive, I was loving this side of her, so obedient.

And I won't hesitate to make the most of it when I'm making her mine......

We left the salon, and my car was already in front of us; I opened the door and took her hand to help her into it; Camilo walked over to receive my orders.

"I will take her to my cabin, I don't want anyone to follow us, but that doesn't mean that they can't find out that she will spend the night alone with me, take care of that, let everyone know that Fiorella Santelli is Lorenzo Razzo's property."

"That will be done," he said and got into my car to start it.

A FEW MINUTES EARLIER IN THE LIVING ROOM

*FABRIZIO*

Everything was going perfectly, but while I was talking to some friends telling them the specs of the merchandise next to me.

My stupid sister happened to feel bad; I had to quickly hold her up to avoid falling over fainting in front of everyone and ruining my plans.

"Please, Fabrizio, this is too much, I need some air, or I'm going to pass out," were her words, damn the time it occurred to me, not to drug her if I had, this would be easier.

"My god, what I was missing, come on let's go to the terrace, so you can get some fresh air, there are still a lot of people to meet, don't even think about fainting," I told her, angry for having to put up with her weakness.

When we got to the terrace, she leaned on one of the pillars; I put in her hand a glass of champagne that I took from a waiter; I hope that relaxes her and calms her down, I can not afford that we have to leave because of her stupid state of health.

My cell phone rang, and when I saw that it was a message and Dante Mancini's name appeared on the screen, I got nervous, he was already there. I had promised him that I would bring Fiorella to try the merchandise.

I was sure that if I managed to tempt him with Fiorella, I could get more money out of him and still have my debt forgotten when I would be his future brother-in-law; it was around business I had in my hands, and I didn't plan to let anything spoil it.

My father was already fragile, and I did not suspect that he would use Fiorella as a bargaining chip; I took it upon myself to change the image I had of Dante, making him look like the perfect husband for my sister when the reality was different.

I knew from a very good source that Dante was very possessive with his women and liked to mistreat them a little, but Fiorella was very docile, she would learn to satisfy him, and he was crazy about her; that was my chance to close the deal and get him to forgive my debt.

"If you have to leave, go away; I need to stay here a little longer and breathe some fresh air; I promise I won't leave, I will wait for you," Fiorella told me, and I was considering the possibility, I had to talk to Dante first, tell him the clear conditions of how I would deliver my sister to him and what he would give me in return.

"Ok, but don't move from here, and I mean it, Fiorella, don't talk to anyone or get close to anyone; I will send your future husband to take care of you; I hope you behave as I expect with him, be nice very nice did you understand," I said waiting for my innocent little sister, to understand my words.

If Dante made a pass at her, it would be the perfect excuse to force him into everything I wanted to get, that pleased me all the more.

*FIORELLA*

I was with my eyes closed, trying to calm down and feel better, when she hears a deep voice that made me jump a little from shock.

"Are you all right?" said a man who approached me and when I saw him I remembered that he was the same man from the restaurant that day, but what was he doing here.

"I'm sorry for scaring you; it wasn't my intention," he said, trying not to scare me, and by the tone of his voice, I could tell he meant it sincerely.

But I wish it had been that simple because of his sight and how imposing he looked in that suit; the only thing that made me more nervous was his presence and closeness.

"You feel good; you look a little pale; I can help you with something."

"I'm not used to this kind of party and being surrounded by so many people, I think it made me a little nervous," I said, trying not to look stupid, for this was my first party.

But before I could say anything else, he came closer to me and took my hand in his; he was taking my pulse, my god! His hands brushing my skin made me blush, my body temperature started to rise, and I felt excited; I couldn't stop looking at him like a schoolgirl.

"Your pulse is agitated; I make you nervous," he said, looking at me firmly.

Damn! He noticed when he saw my flushed cheeks, and as a reflection of my body, I pulled my hand away from his and took a step back.