Umberto was showing Aaron and his friends, Kira, Nikita, and Giovanni's sister, around the vineyards while Giovanni stayed back in his room.
The place was absolutely stunning, breathtaking. After a quick shower, Giovanni joined the group but kept his distance, preferring to observe from afar.
As he spotted Aaron in the midst of the vineyards, Giovanni once again was struck by his beauty. Even as Aaron was just picking grapes, Giovanni found himself captivated by him. After a moment of watching, he finally decided to approach. Olivia was witnessing it all.
"Where were you?" his sister asked.
"I had an emergency. A job to finish," Giovanni replied, though Olivia knew he was lying. It was clear he had no work to complete, and Olivia could even guess what he had really been up to. Giovanni was well known for his impressive libido.
Kira and Aaron were already further ahead with Umberto, Kira chatting with Nikita about something, and Aaron talking with Umberto, likely about the vines. He seemed surprisingly suited to this place.
"Gio. You have feelings for him!" his sister whispered, but Giovanni denied it fiercely, as he always did, and his sister decided not to press further.
As he approached Aaron, Giovanni's heart beat faster and faster. A tingling sensation ran through his body with each step he took towards him. Despite it all, he kept moving forward. Aaron was sitting on a bench, facing away, chatting with Umberto and holding clusters of grapes in his hands. Upon hearing Giovanni's footsteps, he turned around quickly, displaying a smile so charming that Giovanni found him irresistible.
Giovanni's heart seemed to stop for a moment before beating so hard that he felt a wave of heat engulfing him. He was hot, his whole body was simmering, and his lower part, which he had just tended to moments ago, was awake and firm once more.
"Oh, Giovanni, the vineyards are so fascinating..." Giovanni no longer heard Aaron's words. All that consumed his thoughts was "I want to kiss him. I want to touch him. I want to possess him…" He desired his lips, to taste them even just with the touch of his fingers. He couldn't think of anything else.
"Giovanni," called his sister, bringing his mind back to reality. He took a step back, announcing, "I'm not feeling well." He rushed to his room, his sister following closely behind, reassuring everyone that this was something that happened to him often. Aaron wanted to help, but Umberto had stopped him, explaining that Giovanni's distress was more emotional than physical. Aaron understood. "He must have broken up with his girlfriend," he guessed, nodding before returning to his activities.
In the bedroom, Giovanni was overwhelmed with panic. He seemed completely disoriented, rushing into the shower to try to calm himself down. He attended to his penis but it didn't seem to soothe him. He couldn't seem to calm himself, eventually collapsing on the bathroom floor, letting the water run over his trembling body. Outside, his sister could hear his moans, echoing like those of a dying horse.
After a few moments, he cautiously emerged from the shower.
"Sit down," his sister said gently. And he pulled a chair close to his sister and sat in front of her, who was on the edge of the bed.
"Little sister, I'm in pain," he muttered with a broken voice.
"I know. What happened?" she asked with compassion.
"He..." Giovanni paused, letting his fingers brush through his wet hair.
"Do you want me to call Umberto? Or Flavio? (Flavio was Giovanni's right-hand man and best friend.)"
"No," he replied, thoughtful.
Sitting across from her, he finally confided. "I want him. I desire him, that's for sure, but I love him. I love him so much that it overwhelms me, like an unbearable weight on my chest.
Every time I see him, my heart races. Every little gesture, every smile, every glance he throws at me, everything about him captivates me and draws me in more and more. At first, I convinced myself it was just desire, physical attraction, but I was wrong.
This man, Aaron, means more to me than that. I realized that my feelings far exceeded just wanting to touch him, to kiss him. No, it's much deeper than that. It's love, a powerful and real love.
I feel consumed by this new realization, as if my whole being is consumed by this burning flame within me. I feel a mix of passion and pain.
I fall asleep thinking about him. Even when awake, I dream of him. Holding him close, feeling his presence beside me. My most intimate and erotic thoughts are dedicated to him, to his body, his lips, and his hands that...
I am lost in this whirlwind of emotions, unable to escape. I now realize that I am completely spellbound by Aaron..." He paused, letting his thoughts overflow. Then, continuing. Olivia had never seen him speak so much.
"I can't stop... LOVING him, desiring him, wanting to cherish him. I know my feelings won't be reciprocated, but I can't help it," Giovanni confessed.
Olivia wanted to say "I told you so," but she held back. He was already distraught enough.
"What if we try that? Let's try to make him fall in love with you during these eight days," Olivia suggested.
"Don't treat me like a child, please," he pleaded, his voice trembling. "What if we kidnap him?"
"That would deprive him of his freedom. And you don't want him to hate you!"
"No. But I'm out of ideas."
"Come downstairs. Act like nothing's wrong and seduce him. Giovanni. This is the first time I've seen you so agitated."
"It's the first time I've fallen in love. It's..." He burst out laughing, unable to finish his sentence. "I'm in love. Me, the dreaded Giovanni, I'm in love and I can't do anything about it."
"That's how it goes, Giovanni. Follow my advice, come down and seduce him."
"I... I don't know how to seduce," he admitted, and Olivia laughed so hard that her breath was caught.
"Just be yourself."
"But there's no guarantee he's attracted to men."
"You won't know until you try, Gio."
As Giovanni continued to talk with Olivia, he was interrupted by a voice behind the door announcing that one of his guests had been injured. His heart skipped a beat, his blood ran cold. Anxiety gripped him upon hearing the panicked voice of the person behind the door. He immediately thought of Aaron, a wave of panic washing over him.
Without taking the time to dress properly, he was in a towel, he rushed out of his room, running through the house corridors towards the scene of the accident. His mind was consumed by one thought: Aaron. Should he fear for his life?
When he arrived at the scene, his breathing quickened. It wasn't Aaron who was injured, but another person, Andersson: their pilot, who had been hurt while protecting Aaron. Giovanni didn't know him that well, but he could see he was bleeding profusely, yet thankfully Aaron was there trying to stop the bleeding. Giovanni felt a lump of anxiety form in his throat. He hurried to their side.
He was torn between fear for the injured person and relief that it wasn't Aaron. Giovanni watched the scene, feeling powerless, his heart racing. He was overwhelmed by a mix of emotions, and a deep-seated fear settled within him. All he could do was stand there, supporting Aaron and hoping that everything would eventually be alright.
The information he had received didn't mention anything about Aaron being a doctor. And honestly, it didn't matter at this point—all he knew was that he wanted to bring Aaron into their room, undress him, and examine his entire body to check if he was injured or not.
"Go get dressed!" his sister demanded.
Giovanni realized then that he was only in a towel. Despite this, he refused to leave.
"I'll tell him to come to your room once he's done," his sister whispered to reassure him.
Giovanni finally followed his sister's instructions, and Aaron soon joined him.
As Aaron entered the room, covered in the pilot's blood, Giovanni was getting dressed. He approached Aaron and pulled him into a tight embrace.
"I'm dirty," Aaron attempted to say, but Giovanni held him even tighter. Unable to hold back any longer, he kissed him.