Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Amelia

“It hurts!” 

Yes, it was my first time. And apart from the roles that involved kisses when I acted on a movie set, this would be my first erotic kiss too. 

I was on the bed now, and he was in-between my parted legs. As he penetrated into me, the sharp sting made me sober and my vision became clear at that instance. I couldn't stop myself from crying out. He must've noticed my discomfort as he paused for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size. 

Did he realize I was a virgin? I think so, because he took my lips into his in a soft, reassuring kiss. His hands tightened on my hips, and instead of withdrawing, he resumed his movement but this time, they were slower deliberately.

The initial pain I had felt slowly got replaced with pleasure as I found myself responding to his every touch. He wasn't whispering those erotic and beautiful sentences I would have wanted, but his low groans and hitching breaths whenever he pushed deeper into me turned me on even better. 

His body was larger, more built than I had imagined. Giovanni didn't seem this muscular the last time I saw him, but now, I loved how perfect his body felt over mine. His hands explored my body, moving from my hips to my breasts, as if mapping out every curve and every inch of me. The attention he paid to my skin sent shivers down my spine, arousing places in my body I never knew were alive.

Thrusts after thrusts he continued, and all I could do was give out uncontrollable moans. Suddenly, something shifted in me. It started as a dull sensation, but before I knew what was happening, it built into something far more intense, like a wave of pleasure. Giovanni seemed to know exactly how to move, exactly where to touch, pushing me further and further until it felt like I might break apart. A gasp escaped from my mouth as I held his shoulders for support, feeling my body tense under him. It was too much, too… soon.

I couldn't hold it in any longer. Inhaling a sharp breath, I reached my peak, my body trembling under him as I let the pleasure take over my body. The excitement was too overwhelming, that before I could process what was happening next, my vision blurred and everything went dark.

*****

I woke up with my body aching all over in ways I hadn't experienced before. As I felt a deep soreness in my thighs and hips, the memories of last night came flooding back into my head all at once. Bianca had been right, the wine did help me sleep, but now my head was throbbing, causing me pain as a side effect.

I was rubbing my temples, trying to sit up when suddenly the door to the room burst open. I didn't even get to react properly before a swarm of people rushed in, flashing their cameras and thrusting their microphones in my direction. What was going on?

I started panicking as I had no idea of what was going on. I reached for the blanket to cover my naked body properly, my heart racing so fast as they crowded me. I didn't understand what was happening, who were these people?

“Annalisa, is it true you spent the night with a gigolo?” one of the reporters demanded, not hiding her disapproval at all as she accused. Even I wouldn't approve of that. How dare they barge into my private space and accuse me of such?

I wasn't given the chance to answer the first question when another reporter asked another. “How does Mr. Rossi feel about this? Does he know you were with another man before the wedding?” They were throwing questions at me without allowing me to say a word in response. Even worse, the bright flashes of light from their camera were blinding.

“Is this why you haven't been seen with your fiancé recently? Was it all a lie?” a male reporter asked this time around. Each question asked was accompanied by a harsh camera light shutter.

“No!” I finally managed to yell back, shaking my head as I struggled to make sense out of what they were all saying. “You’re mistaken! I—I was with my fiancé—” my words trailed off as I turned to reach for the side of the bed where Giovanni should have been. But my hand found nothing. The space was empty and the sheets were cold.

Panic gripped me. Where was he? He was supposed to be here, he had to be here. Giovanni had to explain to them—to these horrifying reporters—that he had been with me yesternight.

A sickening fear settled in me as a dangerous thought crossed my mind. No, it couldn't be. It couldn't be what I was thinking? That would be too expensive. I couldn't have slept with someone else, it wasn't possible. But what if it was the truth? My mind retorted, replaying the events of the night all over again. The wine from Bianca, the suspicious keycard she had in her hands, the darkness in the room, the unfamiliar body over mine… had it really been Giovanni I gave my first time to? It had to be! It just had to. Bianca would never betray me that way, she was my blood sister.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I recalled that she never drank out of the wine, she was feeding it all to me the whole time. Had she drugged the wine? Had she… had she planned everything to ruin my big day? I badly wanted to believe that it couldn't be possible, but the evidence standing against her in my head weighed heavier.

“Annalisa, answer the questions! Who was in your bed last night?” one of them shouted, shoving a microphone even closer to my face.

“I don't know!” My voice cracked as I cried in a loud voice, clutching the blankets tighter around myself. “I don't know… I thought it was Giovanni—” my words were cut short by the entrance of the person that was meant to be next to me in the bed.

“You thought wrong, Annalisa. How dare you cheat on me on no other days but the night before our wedding?” It was my fiance's voice.

Now that I think really deeply about it, his baritone was far different from the bass groans I had heard yesterday. He wasn't the one!

“Giovanni—”

“You must think I'm a fool,” he didn't allow me to speak. They all didn't. Perhaps if I could explain myself, they might realize I'm the victim here but no! They wouldn't give me the chance.

“Please, I swear I thought you were the one.” I begged, struggling to meet his black eyes as tears were soaking my face at this point.

“An unfaithful woman can't be my wife. I'm taking this opportunity to announce that I'm calling off the wedding.” Giovanni said in a cold voice and I felt chills down my spine to the effect.

I would be in trouble if he really called it off. He would stop investing in my father's business and that automatically means, my father would stop investing in me. I wanted to get down the bed and kneel before him, but the reporters were too wild, I was afraid they might pull the blanket off my body.

He was already dressed in his suit but it was a waste, now that the wedding had been canceled. As my eyes followed him walking away, I came in contact with Bianca who met my eyes with a malicious gaze. There was something dark about her smile before she walked away with him.