ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MY HUSBAND'S FATHER

ISABELLALas Vegas, 17:25This isn’t the fucking eighteenth century where you marry your daughter off against her damned will, I scoffed, glaring at the glass in front of me.I loved my father but he was getting on my last nerve with all these talks about marriage.He was yet to tell me why he would think I would want to marry the son of an old friend of his and how I would ever consider it a good idea.I am going to show him by doing whatever the fuck I want, I thought to myself.“Another glass” I called out to the bartender.He smiled in my direction and moved, stopping with the bottle.“May I know why a pretty girl such as yourself is drinking in broad daylight?”“Pour me a drink and I might tell you” I smiled coyly, batting my lashes while I cringed inwardly.He wasn’t bad looking with hair tied in a ponytail and arms flexing underneath his uniform.He leaned forward while I resisted the urge to lean away from him and poured me the drink, smiling into my eyes.“So?” He drawled.“S

ISABELLAI could not breathe and he knew this.“We are here” The driver announced.Agosti chuckled softly, placing a soft kiss on my neck before releasing me and sliding out of the car while I struggled to get my breath and self under control.“Shall we?” He put a hand out after opening the door.I took his hand, taking a deep breath so I did not seem needy.My mouth dropped open as we turned and I was facing a yacht.“What are we doing here?” I blurted“The party, remember?” He arched an eyebrow in my direction.“You never said anything about a yacht… I cannot swim” I finished lamely.“Don’t worry, you won’t be falling over except you play too close to the edge”His eyes were twinkling again like he knew some personal joke and was laughing about it all by himself.I allowed him hold unto my hand, too stunned to react to anything other than him dragging me along behind him and climbing up the plank.We were soon up and I gasped as my eyes moved around the place, coming in contact with

ISABELLAI allowed him pull me to himself shunning the girls away and reaching to flip the threads of my dress so he could pull it down from my body.I was seated on his laps so I could stare into his eyes and watch his mouth part releasing hot, harsh breath and his eyes roam my bare breasts.“You are so beautiful” He commented.I said nothing, there was nothing that I could say that would be able to explain the pleasure I was feeling as his fingers roamed my back and the rough of his palm caressed my nipples gently and then pinching slightly.He let go of me, rising to his feet while I followed, my eyes meeting his shyly.I wondered if he could see that this was the craziest thing I had ever done in all my years of existing.“Take off the dress, Rachael” He ordered as he stood there, his hands fisted to his sides.I was suddenly overcome by the shyness and when he drew closer to me, I took one step back. He stopped walking, reaching to touch the strap of my dress around my waist and

AGOSTI When I opened my eyes the next day morning, she was gone. The information from my guard was that she asked to be let out and he had assisted her, making sure he sent her off in a ride to whatever destination she picked. It would be the first time a woman would leave my bed without begging for something more between us or asking for money and it was all for the better that she knew her place and had kept to it. I picked up her panties, torn and still moist with her juices. I twirled it in my fingers, remembering how soft… how pliant she had been under me. “Let Luca know we will be having dinner with his soon to be wife’s family and he is to behave accordingly” I told my bodyguard who nodded and exited the room. Well, Las Vegas was fun but it was time for me to get back to the real world and that would be making sure my stepson did not fuck up his marriage to the Romano’s. Luca had been my son since the death of his parents and now my heir since I never thought to marry.T

ISABELLA Shit, I swore as I tried to focus on the food in front of me. It was impossible with the way the man in front of me was glaring at me. I could feel the intensity of his gaze on my face and it was all I could do not to crumple to the floor and admit what I had done with him the previous night. My legs still shook from the pleasure he had wrought in me and the nerve endings he had awakened still remembered him. I could feel the roughness of his palm against my throat and the scarf around my neck hid the hickeys he had implanted on my skin… a sign of ownership. Shit! I muttered again. It had been bad decision to follow him and right now that bad decision was staring me right in the fucking face and there was nothing I could do about it. I wondered why he was yet to say anything… why he was calm and laughing when I could feel myself melting. It wasn’t hot but I was sweating so bad and I could hardly taste the food I was forcing down my throat. “Isabella just finished scho

AGOSTIThe ride back home was extremely quiet while I tried to think about the recent turn of events and how possible it was that the one person in the world that I had fucked in Las Vegas was now about to marry my son.I knew I had to end the marriage immediately. She was no longer fit to be my son’s wife especially with what I knew about her but I could not bring myself to say it.“Isabella is not bad for a wife” Luca commented some minutes later.I grunted a response, wondering if I should let him know now that I would never allow him marry that slut.“She has a calm personality and I think she and I would get along swell as husband and wife”I wondered if he was goading me… seeing what I would say about the whole marriage or maybe he wanted to know what she and I discussed in the gardens either ways I realized that I should not end the marriage until I discovered what kind of person Rachael… Isabella was.“You have not said anything since we left” Luca commented.“There is nothing

ISABELLASPAIN 17: 30TWO DAYS AFTER There was only one thing I could do and that was keep shut about the whole matter. It had been two days since the dinner evening and three since Agosti and I met and I have been walking on egg shells wondering as to when he would change his mind about keeping quiet and tell on me.Maybe call my father in the middle of the night and inform him of my exploits in Las Vegas.I could still hear his growl in my ear and each night when I went to sleep, I could feel his palm caressing me… his fingers digging deep into my pussy.I turned in my bed, sighing.What did I know about him anyways except for the things I had gotten from the media about his involvement with the Spanish mafia. It was said that he supplied them ammunition and sometimes helped them move some of their drugs.I liked to think that one did not rely on rumors which could basically be all false but for someone like Agosti, I liked to think everything said about him was true but could not

AGOSTI“I think I like her” Luca repeated for the umpteenth time.“I am sure to do” I grimaced.He had not stopped talking about Rachael… Isabella… I had to stop calling her Rachael or thinking about our night in Las Vegas.Anyways, all of our conversations had been about her ever since the night of the dinner and as much as I wanted to shut him the fuck up, I did not.It was a good thing he liked her. It only meant that there would not be any more arguments about how he did not want to get married to the girl but I also was angry at the fact that he liked her which I considered weird.This arrangement was not so he could fall in love with her, it was just so I could have access to the Romano’s diamond mine.I had heard a lot about it and although there has been no formal conversation between Angelo and I, he knew how interested I was in this just as much as every other person in Spain was.It was no wonder I found it surprising that he could not pay back the money he borrowed from me

ISABELLAI wasn’t a child having her first crush… I was an adult woman about to get married and somehow the sight of this man was enough to knock the breath out of my lungs.His tattoos peeking out from rolled up sleeves was enough to elevate my pulse and I was sure my blood pressure spiked when our eyes met.The air was charged but it would seem that we were the only ones who could see this.“Shall we?” The deep rumble of his voice jolted me and I thanked God I was sitting far away from him although it wasn’t far enough in my books.“Are you okay?” Luca, who had taken a seat in front of me asked.He looked amazing, like an absolute gentleman and…Your husband, I reminded myself.Of course I had to remember that and not let the estrogen and my stupidity get the better of me.“I am fine… you look amazing” I told him.He smiled, his eyes flashing with delight and I felt better about ogling his father while they walked in.I turned to my food, making sure to not look in his direction eve