ISABELLA
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close as I pressed my lips to his. "You can have me instead of that whore," I mumbled against his lip.
"What makes you different," I nuzzled my nose with that of his as a small smile appeared on my lips.
I seriously don't get where this slutty behavior is coming from but I am going to use it.
"I am your legally married wife so.." I noticed his lip and noticed how he hesitated for a moment.
But I wasn't letting him go, I pulled him closer with my eyes shut, bit his lip hard, and then heard him groan.
His arms wrapped around me, deepening the kiss. I whispered dirty words in his ear, and he groaned, his hands roaming over my body.
He kissed my neck, his lips tracing a path down to my shoulder. "Don't play with me Solo Mia," I shivered, my skin tingling with pleasure. His hands slid down my back, pulling me closer, as he deepened the kiss.
But just as things were getting heated, he suddenly pushed me away.
"Hey!" I grumbled, my eyes flying open in surprise.
He snickered, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Don't play silly games with me. Go change and come down for dinner."
I narrowed my eyes, feeling a surge of irritation.
He strutted closer to me, and I shifted back, not wanting him to take his pack of cigarettes from me. "Don't piss me off, girl," he growled, his voice low and menacing.
I stuck my tongue out at him, and he raised an eyebrow. I turned and ran into his room, slamming the door shut behind me.
I placed my ear against the door, listening to see if he would come in, but there was nothing. All I heard was the sound of footsteps, fading into the distance.
I breathed out and glanced at the room. I was taken aback by the sheer extravagance that surrounded me.
The walls were adorned with rich, dark wood paneling, and the floors were covered in plush, cream-colored carpets that felt like silk beneath my feet.
My eyes widened as I took in the gorgeous furnishings, each piece carefully selected to reflect his impeccable taste.
A stunning, crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting colors across the room.
The bed, a majestic, four-poster affair, was draped in the finest, snowy-white linens, and piled high with plush, velvet pillows.
I couldn't resist the urge to document this space, and I pulled out my phone to make a video.
"Gaining access to his room means I need to start my investigations,"
As I panned across the room, I noticed the subtle details. He is feeling rich and neat.
The buttons on the pillowcases were made of solid gold. He is a fan of gold and might not wear it but made it the decoration in his mansion.
I checked every possible nook and cranny, running my fingers over the intricate carvings on the furniture, and lifting the edges of the rugs to see what lay beneath.
I even checked the back of the buttons, and the stitching on the pillowcases, searching for any hidden compartments or secret messages.
Finally, I made my way to the exquisite mirror that hung above the dresser.
I checked my reflection, smoothing out my hair and adjusting my clothes.
As I turned to leave, I caught sight of the closet door, and my curiosity got the better of me.
I pushed the door open and was immediately enveloped in the scent of fine leather.
My eyes widened with the amount of outfits he had in here, Beautiful suits,
"Hmmm, he is the kind of person that has an expensive outfit too," I was still going through and searching when a voice got me.
"What are you doing in there?" I almost lost my balance, but he was quick to catch me.
I gulped down nervously as I hid my phone behind me, his eyes followed my action and I knew he caught me.
"Give me your phone," he barked out but I still hid, "Isabella," my brow raised hearing him call my name for the first time
"Hey, why do you want to have my phone with you?" He pulled me closer to him wanting to collect it but I decided to use another little track.
I locked my lips with him, and as I bit down his lip, his mouth tasted like a cigar mixed with mint and wine.
"Eww," but weirdly enjoying it.
He pulled me closer, now deepening the kiss, my heart pounding anonymously as she slammed me against the wall, his hands now running through my body.
He disengaged from the kiss staring at me deeply, I wrapped my hand around his neck now biting my lips to seduce him.
But he stopped me, "Go have your bath, I will let you have the record in my room but don't show it to anyone."
I smiled and nodded, he walked me out of the closet shutting it, "Figured out you didn't bring anything in here, you can change into those pajamas,"
I stared at it wondering why he had a female dress.
"Excuse me, I don't wear an outfit already worn by someone," I announced, knowing he would have numerous girls in his mansion and was already irritated by this.
"Then are you going to put that on again when you have your bath?" I rolled my eyes and stared back at his closet.
"What are you trying to do?" he asked.
I search through his shirt as I find one, then a short.
"This will be good," I answered, gesturing to him and walking past him with my phone still with me in the bathroom.
The moment I shut the door, I breathed a sigh of relief, "I need to be careful next time, and also get him quickly before he loses the little interest that is making him let me go."
I picked up my phone and sent this video to my backup email. I should have sent it to my friend but I wouldn't want to drag her to my mess.
I breathed out again and pulled out my dress, now staring at the thong she asked me to wear, and shook my head.
"Crazy bitch!" I grumbled as I undressed and had my bath.
A few minutes later I walked out of the bathroom looking fresh. He wasn't in the room.
My tummy grumbled for food and only then I recalled he had asked me to come down for dinner.
Giggling non-stop I dropped my phone beside my fusion, sprinting down the stairs.
"Oh, the queen finally came down." Lucio teased but then stopped.
"Is that my uncle's shirt?" he asked and I looked down, I decided to not wear the shorts since it was too big for me. Just my thong and the big shirt.
I nodded my head and he stared at me stunned. "He never gives anyone his shirt, that's crazy.." I rolled my eyes and he led me to the dining room.
Marcello and Lorenzo were there already having their dinner and Lucio decided to help me drag out a chair when Lorenzo stopped him.
"What are you wearing?" he asked and I looked down at myself confused, while Marcello smirked.
"The short, why aren't you putting it on,"
"Oh," you let out a smile, "That was too big so I decided to.." My words were left hanging when he lifted me from the ground.
"You can bring her food to my room," he announced, finding his way up the stairs.
"Hey, put me down! You can't just carry me like a bag of beans… let me.."
"Make more noise and I am going to make you go naked right in the middle of the stairs,"
"What?" I asked as my legs stopped wiggling, "You can bet on that," he let out
He walked right to the room and threw me to the bed, "Aw… that hurt."
"What is wrong with you?" he growled.
"This mansion is filled with men, you might not see them always and think it an empty mansion but they are around, wear this kind of outfit next time and I will help you reveal all of you to them, understood!"
My eyes flickered in shock, not expecting him to be getting mad because I decided to take a shorter one than this first one.
"Then maybe you should just stop the men from leaving this mansion and allow female workers instead," I growled irritated.
"Solo Mia, I asked a question." He reminded me.
I wanted to argue more but the look on his face made me gulp down nervously, without any more words I gave a slight nod.
"Good girl."