Vittorio Amorielle and Ellis arrived at Park Hyatt Milano in Milan, Italy, accompanied by their entourage of 10 armed security guards. The presence of such a large group immediately caught the attention of everyone around. Vittorio, wearing his tailored navy blue suit, walked with confidence, while Ellis, in a short denim jumpsuit and sneakers, followed closely behind.
"You certainly know how to make an impact, Don Vittorio," commented Ellis as she observed the gazes directed at the two of them.
"Ah, you haven't seen anything yet, Mrs. Amorielle," replied Vittorio.
As they approached the reception desk, the hotel staff was surprised by the number of security guards surrounding them. Vittorio leaned on the counter, his piercing eyes fixed on the receptionist.
"Buonasera. I have a reservation for two under the name of Vittorio Amorielle," Vittorio informed, smiling.
"Ah, yes, Signore Amorielle," the receptionist began, nervous. "Welcome to Park Hyatt Milano. It is an honor to have you here. May I ask if you need any special arrangements?"
"Yes, certainly," confirmed Vittorio, leaning even closer to the young woman's face, while Ellis rolled her eyes. In a low tone, he continued, "I want separate rooms for me and my companion... Give us the best available suites. And make sure there are rooms for all my security guards as well."
"Of course, Signore," replied the flustered receptionist. "Let me arrange that immediately."
Vittorio turned to Ellis, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, as the receptionist frantically typed on the keyboard.
"So, did I make the right choice?" Vittorio asked, whispering.
"I must admit, I'm starting to appreciate our trip to Milan," Ellis admitted, raising an eyebrow. "At least we won't have to share the same thing."
"I know, it must be hard for you not being able to see my post-shower body..." Vittorio began. "But know that the door of my room will be open for you when you feel lonely..."
"It will truly be impossible to sleep without you," commented Ellis, playfully rolling her eyes. "I don't know how I lived all these years without appreciating your body."
"You despise it now, Ellis..." Vittorio said, smiling. "But I will still see you begging for me."
"Wait for that day lying down, Don Vittorio," replied Ellis, shaking her head.
"Dressed or naked?" Vittorio provocatively asked Ellis.
"Signore Amorielle," called the receptionist.
The receptionist completed the arrangements and handed Vittorio the keys to the rooms, which he accepted with a nod of gratitude.
"Let's see if these rooms meet our expectations," Vittorio said, holding Ellis's arm.
The couple, followed by their entourage, made their way to the opulent suites.
***
Vittorio Amorielle, impeccably dressed in a custom-made suit, led Ellis to the lavish suite at Park Hyatt Milano. The suite was the epitome of luxury, adorned with comfortable furniture, intricate chandeliers, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning view of the city.
"Wow, this place is incredible! Look at the view from the window, it's simply breathtaking," exclaimed Ellis excitedly as she approached the window.
"Welcome to your suite, Mrs. Amorielle. I hope you like it," said Vittorio, smiling sideways.
"If I like it?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow. "I am speechless."
"Well, I'm glad it left you that
way," Vittorio replied with a gentle tone. He cleared his throat lightly and then said, "I'll go to my suite to take a shower and handle some matters, but I'll be back in a few minutes for dinner. Make yourself at home and enjoy the place."
Ellis nodded, watching Vittorio leave the room. He stepped out of the room and, outside, took out his cell phone and made a call.
"I have arrived in Milan, I hope everything is going according to plan," Vittorio said on the phone. "I need you to check all the details of our next meeting. I don't want any unexpected surprises."
Upon hearing the response he expected, Vittorio hung up the phone and walked down the hallway, a determined expression on his face.
***
While Vittorio left the suite, Ellis took the opportunity to explore the surroundings. She marveled at the elegance of the living room, the exotic artworks adorning the walls, and the grand piano gracefully standing in one corner.
Ellis: (whispering to herself) "This is like a dream," Ellis whispered to herself.
She decided to take a relaxing bath to fully enjoy the luxurious suite. The bathroom itself was a sanctuary, with marble details, a deep bathtub, and scented candles emitting a soft and welcoming light. As the hot water cascaded over her body, she felt rejuvenated and relaxed. She immersed herself in the scented bubbles, allowing the stress to dissolve.
After finishing her bath, Ellis wrapped herself in a plush robe and returned to the bedroom. The king-size bed called to her, inviting her to surrender to its comfort.
"Just ten more minutes," she proposed to herself.
Ellis settled among the soft pillows and, unaware, quickly fell asleep.
***
Vittorio returned to the suite impeccably dressed in his gray suit and was greeted by silence. He furrowed his brow and began walking carefully as he said:
"Ellis? Is everything okay?"
He walked through the room with purposeful, silent steps. Upon entering the bedroom, his eyes were immediately drawn to the sight of Ellis lying peacefully on the luxurious bed, in a plush robe. The soft lighting accentuated her delicate features, and Vittorio couldn't help but be enchanted by her beauty.
Ellis lay there, her chest rising and falling gently with each breath, her face serene and tranquil in sleep. Her disheveled hair cascaded over the silk pillow, framing her face like an angel. Vittorio was fascinated by the way her long eyelashes brushed delicately against her cheeks, giving her an angelic appearance.
The subtle movement of her chest revealed the tranquility of her sleep, a stark contrast to the ever-present tension between them. Vittorio couldn't help but feel a pang of tenderness as he watched her, a whirlwind of emotions stirring inside him.
Approaching, he carefully studied her features, his eyes tracing every curve and contour. The subtle curve of her lips invited a gentle smile, even in her sleep. It was a smile that exuded warmth and kindness, captivating Vittorio's heart in unexpected ways.
Unable to resist any longer, Vittorio reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind Ellis's ear, his touch light as a feather. He couldn't help but marvel at the softness of her skin under his fingers, a stark contrast to the cruel world he was accustomed to.
Feeling a protective impulse, Vittorio approached the bed with a tender smile and carefully placed a blanket over Ellis, tucking her in. Then he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Ellis's forehead, whispering to himself.
"Sleep well, Mrs. Amorielle."
To his surprise, Ellis responded to his touch with
a faint smile, as if in response.
Vittorio sat down, observing her sleep. In that quiet moment, he realized that despite Ellis always appearing strong, independent, and determined, she possessed a delicacy and vulnerability that touched his soul, and the mafia boss vowed never to let her lose that.