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The ride back home was extremely quiet while I tried to think about the recent turn of events and how possible it was that the one person in the world that I had fucked in Las Vegas was now about to marry my son.
I knew I had to end the marriage immediately. She was no longer fit to be my son’s wife especially with what I knew about her but I could not bring myself to say it.
“Isabella is not bad for a wife” Luca commented some minutes later.
I grunted a response, wondering if I should let him know now that I would never allow him marry that slut.
“She has a calm personality and I think she and I would get along swell as husband and wife”
I wondered if he was goading me… seeing what I would say about the whole marriage or maybe he wanted to know what she and I discussed in the gardens either ways I realized that I should not end the marriage until I discovered what kind of person Rachael… Isabella was.
“You have not said anything since we left” Luca commented.
“There is nothing for me to say”
“Which is so unlike you” He paused, turning to me. “Do you know Isabella?” He asked
“No” I grunted
“I overheard you call her Rachael”
I stilled, turning furious eyes to him.
“You eavesdropped on my conversation? What manners have I taught you over the years, Luca Deville”
“I could not help it and I only heard you call her Rachael, the rest of your conversation was a blur”
“I mistook her for someone I used to know” I settled back in my seat.
“You mean someone you have fucked?”
“Foul language, son”
“Are you kidding me?” Luca snorted. “You use fuck a lot and I am not allowed to use it? Have you fucked her? I am not going to marry a woman you have fucked so please tell me now”
“I have not” I lied. “I made a mistake and I infact do not know Isabella so you can fucking simmer down, son” I snapped.
He sighed but said nothing and the rest of the journey continued in silence.
I wondered why I had told a lie and tried to reassure myself with the fact that I wanted to make the investigation into what kind of person she was before I blew the whistle on what happened. Or maybe it was the fact that I knew Luca would never understand that it meant nothing and I had no idea who she was before today.
“Get me Mario” I nodded towards Luca who excused himself after we arrived.
I stepped into my study and waited patiently for my private investigator. If there was someone who could get me the truth then it would have to be him and I also wanted him to follow her. I wanted every dirt there was to know on Isabella Romano and then I would come clean to my son.
“You summoned me?” Mario asked upon entry.
“I need you to investigate someone for me and I want it to be as discreet as possible”
He nodded, flipping out a jotter.
“Isabella Rachael Romano” I called out
“Isn’t that the woman Luca is to marry? You don’t think she is the right fit?”
“You are not paid to ask me fucking questions, Mario. Now get to work and be back within 24 hours. I want to know everything there is to know about her, where she goes, the individuals she speaks to, who gave her her first kiss, where she takes a fucking piss and when she sleeps.”
He bowed slightly and exited the room.
I rose, walking straight to my room and locking it behind me.
The suit jacket I wore the previous day with red lace peeking out from its pocket, taunting me.
Isabella
It was a beautiful name… even better than Rachael in my books.
I shook my head, jolting myself out of the mudane thoughts of thinking about her. If the investigations went well, then she was going to be my son’s wife and I was going to chalk up our escapade to something that never happened.
It did not help that I somehow could still taste her warm sweetness.
I slid to the island, grabbing a drink, pouring it in a glass and emptying its content down my throat.
What had been the fucking odds
There was no possible ways I could think about it that made any sense to me as to how she was the one that night.
My phone trilled, stopping me in my stride.
“Agosti Deville” I muttered into the receiver.
“This is Isabella and I… we have to talk” Her soft voice came on.
“There is nothing to talk about, Rachael”
“My name is Isabella” She insisted.
“If you insist then we have nothing more to say”
“What?” She stuttered. “You all but threatened me and now we have nothing to say to each other? One of us should tell Luca about what happened and my parents…Oh God, my parents will flip and…”
“Your parents are going to fucking disown you so I suggest you keep your mouth shut” I barked
I could hear her breathe in the background and it made me remember her gasp and the way her lips had parted when my tongue licked…
“But…” she argued, her voice bringing me back to reality.
“It meant nothing… wasn’t that what you said to me earlier?” I interrupted.
“Yes but we…”
“Then we agree. Goodbye, Isabella and do not call me ever again”
I slid the phone closed, the blood pumping through my veins at the sound of the beep to indicate she had been cut off.
She was right about explaining the situation but I knew I was never going to see her again and her parents will no doubt ship her off to some remote island.
No!
She was going to marry my son and then… then maybe I would have my fun with her.
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