Back home Eleonora's phone rang, getting off her sofa up picked it up, she knew who was calling because of the caller ID.
"It's about damn time you called. I'm going crazy sitting here by myself. I don't know if I can wait for your plan to work. I say we get rid of the girl now, make it look like an accident."
She listened to the person on the other end before slamming the phone down. To wait and see if Robin gets pregnant was going to be unbearable when all they had to do was kill her.
It would be easy and so much quicker and Luca would be beside himself with grief and she would be able to seduce him, or so she thought. But no, the fool wanted to go to plan B.
'I'll give the little bitch a month to get knocked up and if she's not by then I'll take matters into my own hands.' She said to herself.
Grabbing her purse and jacket heads out to the nearest bar, she had run out of alcohol and was in dire need of a drink.
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"I'm taking you to the ballet tonight, did you bring something suitable to wear?" he asked, watching her get dressed.
"No, I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it, we'll go shopping for a nice dress. Now, remove your clothes or would you like me to do it?"
She saw that glint in his eyes, but she was hungry and he was going to take her out for breakfast.
"Not now Luca, I'm hungry."
"Yes, now," he said and grabbed her when she tried to run, squealing when he caught her.
Lowering her to the floor he ran his hand under her dress and pulled down her panties, pulling his own pants down took her right there, on the floor.
It was what you'd call a quickie, partially dressed he rode her till she called out his name through breathy pants.
With both their lusts being satisfied he stood up and helped her up, heading to the bathroom to clean up.
"God Luca, you are always so horny," she said and going over to the dresser pulled out a fresh pair of panties, he had ripped the ones she had on when he removed them in his haste to have her.
Straightening his tie he gave her a wicked smile as he looked her over.
"I once told you I require a lot of sex, and besides, if you weren't so damn beautiful I wouldn't desire you as often."
"You keep destroying my panties, I'll soon run out of them."
"Good, I would prefer if you didn't wear any. It would be so much easier to take you whenever and wherever we are."
Seeing the dirty look she gave him went and hugged her from behind.
"I will buy you more. Are you ready to go?" he asked and kissed the back of her neck.
After they ate a hearty breakfast he took her to a ladies clothing store, the finest in Rome. She saw the one she wanted as soon as they entered the store.
It was a long silver dress that had sparkles throughout the material. V-neckline and long sleeves, it was very sleek and hugged her curves. The perfect dress for a night at the ballet.
When she came out wearing it Luca stood, his smile told her he approved.
"Do you like it?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, you look stunning."
He walked over, taking her face in his hands kissed her with passion, his desire rising. He slowly walked her backward into the change room, their lips still locked and he shut the door behind them.
When he turned her around he pulled the zipper down and slid the sleeves down past her shoulders. His lips going to her neck and moving down, his manhood hard, pressing against her.
"Luca stop, not here," she cried out.
"Yes, here," he moaned against her neck.
A knock at the door made him growl and he stopped what he was doing.
"What do you want?" he snapped through the closed door.
"Hum-madam are you in there?" A nervous clerk asked when she heard a male voice coming from the private change room.
Embarrassed and angry she gives Luca a light shove back.
"Yes, I'll be right out, my husband was just helping me with the zipper." She looks at him.
"Please go out now. I have never been this embarrassed in my whole life."
She opens the door and motions for him to leave, wanting to wipe that smile off his face.
After changing she ignores him, still being mad waits while he pays for the dress and gives them the name of the hotel where they can send it.
"You are angry with me, why?"
Shaking her head she glares at him.
"Why do you think? Sex is the only thing on your mind, that was not the place for it."
"I will not apologize for wanting you or where. Now let me take you to one of the most famous museums in Rome."
Taking her hand they start walking till they found the place he was talking about.
Seeing all the wonders it had to offer she soon forgot about the incident at the store and chattered excitedly, asking him questions about everything she saw. He showed her some of the old churches that were in ruins but still standing.
Stopping to dine at a nearby cafe, she had by now forgiven him and was enjoying the sights.
Arriving back at the hotel they only had enough time to shower and change for the ballet.
But when he saw her in the dress she picked out, wearing the diamond necklace and earrings he bought her wished they had time to indulge in the pleasure of lovemaking. Going over he took her in his arms, his mouth going to her neck he spoke, his voice ragged.
"Let's skip the ballet, I'd rather take you to bed."
As much as she loved it when he kissed her neck she pushes him away.
"We just did it in the shower and I'm looking forward to going." She laughed when she saw him pouting, he looked so adorable.
"Ok my little bird, but the moment we get back I will have you."
Putting her arms around his neck leaned in close, knowing the effect it would have on him, but a part of her liked teasing him.
"I'll be looking forward to it."
Kissing him she felt how excited he was and knowing if she didn't stop now they wouldn't make it to the ballet.
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"Are you comfortable?" he asked once they were seated up on the balcony and he put his arm around her shoulder.
Her face shone with excitement, she was excited about being there.
"Oh yes, these seats are so soft and I love that you got us seats up here. But why are we alone? there's room for at least eight more people here ."
"I booked all these seats."
"Why?" she asked, curiously as to the reason.
"Because I wanted to be alone with you." He placed his hand on her thigh, moving up under her dress and got a swat for it and an angry look.
"Luca, don't you dare, not here or I swear I'll never talk to you again. Also, you can forget about having sex with me for a very long time."
He laughed.
"Ok, ok, I was just kidding. Just so you know if I want you I could have you, right here and no one would know."
He sat back to enjoy the show, and he kept his hand on her leg knowing she was not pleased.
During intermission, they got up to stretch their legs and went out into the lounge for a drink before the second act was to start. Robin was drinking juice while he had a shot of scotch when a woman walked up to them.
"Is that you Luca?" she said, leaning in kissed his cheek, leaving her hand on his chest.
"Sandra, how are you?"
"I'm fine darling, but I have missed you terribly," she said running her hand up his chest.
Luca removed her hand and pulling Robin close, keeping his arm around her waist.
"Sandra meet my wife, Robin."
Robin disliked this woman right off the bat. She was medium height, brown hair, and large breasts but beautiful. From the way the woman was looking at Luca it was clear they had a history together.
That old green-eyed monster of jealousy came to life and she held out her hand to shake Sandra's who winced from the grip Robin applied.
"Nice to meet you. Luca has never mentioned you."
Pulling her hand away she stared at her, hate showing in her brow eyes.
"I'm surprised he hadn't, we were together for four years."
"Ok ladies, this isn't the time or place." He turns to Robin.
"The ballet is about to start, we best get back to our seats. Sandra, good to see you, take care of yourself, goodbye."
"It was wonderful seeing you again. I'm back in town, give me a call, you know where to find me."
As she walked away Robin's fists curled into a fist and she lunged at Sandra but Luca grabbed her around the waist, preventing her from jumping the woman.
"Robin stop, conduct yourself like a lady," he snapped at her.
Breaking free she whirled around to face him.
"You were with that bitch for four years and you never told me."
"Why would I? it was a long time ago and before I met you. Let's get back to our seats."
"You go, I'm going back to our hotel." She started walking away.
"How are you going to get there?" he barked.
"I'll take a cab."
"With what? you have no money."
Sighing she stopped, her shoulders hunched over in defeat.
"Will you take me? I really don't feel like going back in there."
Putting his finger between his collar and neck, he could feel the heat rising from his anger.
"I paid a lot of money to reserve those seats and now you want to leave."
"You can stay if you want, just give me cab fare and I'll go myself."
"Like fuck you will, a woman alone this late at night anything can happen, I'll take you." He grabbed her arm and walked her out.
Back at the hotel, he slammed the door, making her jump and watched as he removed his tie and jacket, he undid some of the buttons on his shirt. She knew he was angry but so was she, leaving him she went and changed for bed. He was sitting, drinking a double scotch and had a scowl on his face.
"You want to explain your behavior tonight?" he hissed, standing up he towered over her.
She backed away, his eyes dark and dangerous looking scared her.
"You had a relationship with that woman, she must have meant something more to you than a one night stand."
"She meant nothing to me, it was just sex and someone to take to functions, that's all. We drifted apart, she served her purpose and it was time to move on."
"That just makes it worse," she snapped.
"How?" he said, moving closer to her.
"You used her, what's to say that once you think I've served my purpose you won't get rid of me. I can't live like this, not knowing when you'll get tired of me and move on to someone else. I want a divorce and I'll disappear from your life."
"A divorce," he screamed.
"You think I'll divorce you? no way lady. You are my wife and no one will ever have you except me." He grabbed her roughly, his fingers digging into her flesh.
"Let go of me you bastard."
Raising her foot used the heel of her shoe and rammed it onto his foot, she ran to the bedroom and locked the door when he let her go. She curled up on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest, listening to him swearing as he banged on the door, yelling at her to open it.
Needless to say, she had never seen him or anyone this mad before and for the first time was scared to death what he would do to her once that door was open.
"Robin, unlock this fucking door now or I swear to God I'll break it down."
She was shaking like a leaf, too afraid to move or answer him. Moments later she heard a loud bang and the door came crashing in.
There he stood, breathing heavily, his face red and eyes blazing with fury. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his tie undone, he looked a mess. She huddled further back on the bed when he rushed towards her.