Ruggerio
“Aaaaaah, and this one. Look at this.”
Frank holds up his phone to me, showing me a tanned beauty posing in a bikini.
“Nice.”
“Looks like there will be a lot of hot babes at the party.”
I hum approvingly as he shows me another picture of a blonde posing in front of the Eiffel Tower in a mini dress. As every year the young and rich are posing about getting their ticket on social media.
And like every year, Frank and I go through the posts to see if we would spot the hottest ones in their masks. Normally, I would be on fire to see the girls, but something has been bothering me since I got out of that demoniac shop with my sister.
“Can you believe she has been doing this for years?”
Frank groans, repositioning himself in his seat.
“She walks around with their family crest!”
“You have to let it gooooo.”
He sighs desperately and shows me yet another picture.
“Concentrate on this.”
“I don’t do brunettes.”
Chuckling, he swipes to another picture of a blonde and grins.
“That’s what I want to hear!”
He takes his phone back and I stand up to get us another bottle of beer. We are hanging out at my penthouse in the city. The only place I can catch a breath, away from my nosy and noisy family. Just Elisabetta and my grandmother have a key to my “secret” apartment. Not that my grandfather or my father would care to see an apartment where I live in. My mother, on the other hand, bluntly ignores the fact that I’m theoretically not living at home anymore. But as soon as I show up to eat three meals a day and call her regularly to assure her that I’m still alive and have not been kidnapped by some sketchy organization between lunch and dinnertime, she handles the situation rather bravely. And God forbid I would even tell my brother my actual address. As I slump back into the big black leather couch, I hand Frank his bottle of beer.
“Thanks.”
He is absorbed while scrolling on his screen and I take a swing off my bottle, looking at him.
“Something the matter?”
“Nah, I was just checking the bags. They are nice though.”
I swing delivering a blow onto his arm, having him yelping in pain. As he rubs his upper arm, he shouts,
“What the hell?! Now I’ll gift everyone around us one of them. You will see their family crest every single day!”
I laugh out loud at his antics, and he groans, getting his attention back to the phone screen.
“Hey! Tiffany just texted!”
“Who?”
He scoffs without even sparing me a glance.
“You know the cutie from the pool party we went to.”
“I really need more information than that.”
“Here.”
He hands me the phone to go through her profile pictures.
“She had that one friend who perfectly met your taste, and you chilled out in the Jacuzzi with.”
I look up trying to remember and hand him back his phone.
“Still doesn’t ring a bell.”
They are all the same anyway.
“Whatever. She writes that she and her friend are going to the party too and would like to meet us there.”
I shrug.
“I don’t like the idea of going there with a date. Sounds like I’m ruining my options here.”
Frank has already turned to me and is looking at me with dog eyes.
“You like her? And want to go with her?”
As he nods repeatedly, I laugh.
“Fine, tell her we will meet them there. But remember the Starks that asked for a tour?! You will handle that all by yourself.”
I take another swing while he sighs.
“Get daddy some free time.”
***
This girl may had met my taste while wearing a bikini, but as I’m sitting in a lounge, hearing them talk about their latest clubbing experience, they have me irking. Her blond hair is pinned up and she looks rather beautiful in her short emerald dress and fitting mask. But as she was talking about some article she read some time ago, I could swear it was just a strange theory of some influencer-barbie, I noticed that she has a crooked teeth and now everything is lost. I can’t concentrate on anything else. Which is bad, because she must be thinking I want to kiss her badly, as I’m staring at her mouth.
God, help me.
“What do you think Ladies, want to go dancing?”
Both cheer at Frank’s suggestion and we stand up to go back inside.
“Dude, thank you.”
“Yeah, at least the music will cover up their blabbering.”
As he starts dancing seductively with his crush of the evening, I make a beeline to the bar. Naturally, my Barbie follows me closely.
“What do you want to drink?”
“Champagne.”
I order her champagne and a gin tonic for me. She is already talking along again, but I can’t hear a single word, so I keep nodding with a smile.
Be a good wingman. Do it for Frank.
Party time :D
Ruggerio As the bartender delivers our drinks, I thank him and hand her the glass of champagne. She thanks me with a crooked smile, and I take a deep breath lifting my gaze. Just as I let my eyes roam over the entrances, I see two women walking in. They halt at the top of the remaining steps after having passed the large double doors and seem to assess which bar they want to attack first. The one on the right captures my attention immediately. Do I know her? She is wearing a lilac dress that flows down her body, kissing her curves and putting some nice boobs on display. No, I surely would remember those. The color of the dress matches her mask, like everybody else’s does. It’s quite common actually. Hers, on the other hand, has her looking regally. She has her hair falling on her shoulders like a black silky waterfall. I don’t do dark haired. I’m still staring as my thought has me tearing back to reality. I look back to my date as her voice and the loud music which faded mom
Ginevra The beat gets under my skin, vibrating through me. The hall I just walked into as Rachel Silverstone is packed. The music pumps through the room, covering every noise that this huge number of people would naturally make. As Nina yells at me, I just understand enough to know that she wants to go to the bar. Having joked to her about how this were going to be my last days of freedom as I was going to be engaged soon to a man I didn’t love, I’m surprised to feel the tension slipping off me with every ticking second, instead of having anxiety crippling me further. The hall can be accessed by several side doors that follow long stairs with white balustrades. The large crystal doors open to a little platform, with a short staircase leading to the immense hall flooring which is lined with reflective black tiles. At two sides at the end of the high and enormous hall, where there is no opening to a stairway, there is a crystal bar, with an all-transparent counter and vested decorat
Ginevra Feeling the need of another cigarette, I shake the cigarette package in front of me and groan. “It’s empty, love, do you have another one?” “No, that was my last, but our angel could surely get us a new one.” My gorgeous prince looks at her with a grin. “Your angel?” “Yeah. We have a nice banquet lady serving us drinks and snacks.” I laugh as she giggles, “I’m never going to leave that place.” Mr. Happy-smile gasps dramatically, “Nobody served us. How outrageous.” “Sorry, but she apparently had her hands full.” Nina shakes her drink again with a smile, just in time as the nice lady brings us new drinks. “Thank you, Ambeeer!” We shout in unison as she puts down our drinks and the men laugh. “You’re welcome, Ladies.” Nina sighs deeply as she takes a sip from her glass. “Oh, how I love Amber.” She jerks up, still carefully not to have her legs fall off Mr. Happy-Smile’s lap. “Sorry, babe! I forgot to ask for cigarettes.” I'm about to wave my hand dismissively
Ruggerio We settle back into our lounge, and I pull her close as soon as she let go of my hand to sit down next to me. I can’t remember ever being this touchy. Also, I love how close she gets to me. Smelling her perfume has my brain skipping his services, having me behave like a little boy. I could have her cling on to me all evening and would do anything to have her remove her mask. “So where does a royal princess usually go clubbing in this plebeian city?” She looks at me skeptically as I hold my cigarette pack out to her. “I’d like to meet you in another life.” Even if rolling her eyes, she can’t prevent the smile stretching on her luscious lips. “This isn’t a good idea, Ron.” “Don’t you want to let destiny decide that?” She laughs as she shakes her head. “It’s not exactly destiny if you look for me where I tell you I’ll be.” “It’s destiny that I’m so set on finding you in real life.” I light her cigarette and she takes a long pull, freeing the smoke back out slowly. “M
Ginevra “Our ‘don’t talk about personal stuff-rule’ sucks butt, give me your name or at least your number.” I chuckle as Ron smirks at me. “Wouldn’t my number be more valuable than just my name?” “No, your name would have me dreaming of you properly.” My heart skyrockets at him saying that. “No can do, Mr.! And unfortunately, the rules are the rules.” There is no way I am going to expose myself to him. My family would have me killed if they knew I came here. “And you have my name.” He clicks his tongue, tilting his head at me. “Yeah, sure, Cass!” He stresses out my false name sneakily, making me giggle. “I would like a souvenir then.” “Beg your pardon?” With a swift movement, he takes out an all-black folding knife and I instinctively jump. Looking at me dumbfounded, he shows me his palms still wearing his sly smirk. “I’m not going to cut out your heart, relax!” “How did you even get that through security?” He ignores my question, cutting off the upper button of his ta
Ruggerio I know I’m addicted the moment I discover that she tastes even better than she smells. After I had her against the wall, we kept making out until we landed on the big bed, throning in the middle of the room. The many mirrors in the room were giving me creepy vibes at first, but by the time I got her off for the second time, I grew particularly fond of them. The incredible picture of our reflection while she was riding me will be enough to keep my thoughts dirty for a happy while. As we lay next to each other, still catching our breaths, I move my hand to take hers. I press a short kiss on her knuckles before I pull myself up to my side. I had to fight the urge to tell her my real name and nearly failed. The sole consolation was that at least the fake name I gave her resembled the beginning of mine. Well, if you were to apply a lot of imagination. She lifts her hand, caressing my side and draws little circles on my birthmark. “This is cute. And it will be your tell if I had
Ginevra “Tell me your darkest secret.” I look at him confused before I bubble over with laughter. “You are such a maniac.” He smiles as he takes a pull off the cigarette we are sharing before handing it over to me. We are cuddled into a love seat because I didn’t feel comfortable to stay on the bed, after all that mess we did on it already. The ridiculous thing is that, because of some kind of strange fetish-destiny, we are still wearing our masks. I feel like he tried to get mine off a few times while I was completely under his mercy, and I’m thankful he refrained from it eventually. “I have no dark secret, Mr.” He chuckles as I lean forward to put the cigarette out. I feel his fingertips slide over my spine, caressing my skin gently. Goosebumps rise, covering my skin in them completely. Even with all the effort I put into the thought, I can’t remember ever feeling this way for a man. Not even slightly. Also, I can’t explain the explosive attraction there is between us or the wa
Ginevra I’m the most dramatic person in the world, I know. That’s all because I was brought up with narrations of miracles, tales about curses and utterly drastic telenovela-storylines. Naturally, the fact that the one narrating it were also dramatic and hot-tempered characters surely wasn’t helpful either. No wonder I felt like nothing even mattered anymore. The night I spent with my mysterious masked man was so wholesome that everything just feels flavorless. God, I miss someone I don’t even know. I’m quite sure he doesn’t even waste a minute thinking of me. Going on with his fabulous and successful life. I sigh deeply and Nina looks up at me from her magazine. “That was a hella deep sigh, love?! What’s wrong?” “Nothing.” I take another deep sigh. Even knowing exactly how my grandmother would hate to see me propping my head up on my head while leaning on the counter, I still don’t have the strength to move. As I stare at the door of the boutique, I pout as I talk to Nina. “I h