Chapter 5 ~ Alexander
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I'm late!
I fucking hate being late.
Pushing harder on the brake than I need to, the car skids to a halt at the bottom of the stairs with a screech.
In my hurry to save time, I swing open the car door not waiting for Carlos to open it and rush around the front of the car, heading straight for the stairs.
Taking the steps two at a time, I look up quickly, spotting Carlos standing at the top of the landing, his arms clasped in front of his waist, his black sunglasses reflecting my every step.
As I reach the top, he slightly lifts one questioning eyebrow above his sunglasses.
Great! Not only am I going to be in shit with my father, but it looks like Carlos is in the mood to join him.
Jesus, I’m late one bloody time and it's like high school.
They want to drag my ass to the principal's office.
Reaching his side I look at him, palms out, snapping at him. "What?"
"Nothing, boss." He shifts slightly on one foot, backing away, angling his shoulders to get a better look at me as I reach his side.
"Good!" I lean in slightly, straightening up my tie in the mirror of his sunglasses.
It looks good, so I keep walking, heading straight for the front door.
Just as my hand reaches for the brass handle, I observe movement in the reflection on the glass window pane. Carlos pivots slightly, facing my back.
The expressionless tone of his voice echoes off the wall, "She's beautiful."
"Who?" I mutter.
"Your fiancé"
I stand perfectly still, watching his reflection as he turns down the stairs, heading towards the car to park it. Well, that was fucked up. Carlos never gives me his opinion without my asking. He's usually silent and not one to share his thoughts.
His comment gives me a slight unease as I pull open the main door, quickening my steps as I head towards the ‘cream sitting room’, as my mother likes to call it.
I feel the impulse to smooth down my tie once again, so I run my palm down the front, tucking the end back securely into my suit jacket. Noting the doors to the sitting room are open, I faintly hear the murmur of conversation and laughter, ice clinking in the glasses.
The closer I get to the room, the more restlessness settles in. I'm not sure if it's Carlos's comment that set this feeling off or the fact that I'm late, a problem I'm not known for.
I enter the sitting room through the doors, giving them a little flip so they close behind me. When I turn fully around to survey the space, my parents are gathered together in the middle of the seating area, dutifully talking with the Gallos.
Christopher is standing near the grand piano in the far corner. He is in front of the arched window, the French doors are wide open to the stone patio beyond, allowing a refreshing breeze to enter.
He's got a drink clutched close to his chest in one hand; a smile plastered on his little dimpled face, as he leans over talking and waving the other hand in the air.
With the view I get from the back of the woman he is speaking to, I can see why he’s so animated.
She appears to be a tiny goddess dressed in gold.
She is not particularly tall, barely reaching to Christopher's mid-chest, and she is looking up at him with her head leaned back, causing her blonde hair to fall to just above the arch of her ass.
Scanning her figure head to toe, she has a tiny waist that flares out into a gorgeous heart-shaped ass, and she is dressed in a magnificent gold dress that highlights every curve on her body.
A side slit in the dress extends up to her mid-thigh, exposing one creamy leg and a pair of golden stilettos on her slim feet. I can't help but run my eyes over her body one more time. I lick my lips. Delicious!
Her shoulders shook slightly, assuming she was laughing at something Christopher said. For some reason, I can only focus on her, the golden goddess, talking to my brother. My cock gives a little jump in my pants when I think about that trainable Hubba Bubba princess that was promised to me.
A little wave of jealousy sparks in my chest as I watch Christopher make her laugh again, and I can't help feeling the touch of possessiveness, knowing she's mine. I haven't even seen her face yet, and I feel the need to mark my territory.
Why don’t I just go over there and piss on her leg already?
Tugging at the bottom of my suit jacket, I start heading in my brother's direction, determined to put a damper on my brother's infatuation, but my mother spots me.
"Alexander!" My mother says with a loud laugh.
My father's head whips in my direction, breaking off the conversation he was having with Mr. Gallo.
I can see him backing up slightly as if he's going to approach me, but my mother steps in front of him, cutting him off at the pass.
She walks towards me, reaching out with her hands.
She grabs me by the shoulders, kissing me on each cheek.
"Goodness son, I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't make it. It's not like you to be late."
I hold her hand in front of me, smiling at her. She's such a beautiful woman, our mother. Her sudden outburst has attracted the attention of the whole room, and all eyes are focused on us.
"It was only by five minutes, mother. I don't think I missed much, have I? "
I turn my eyes to Christopher, who is smiling at me, his damn dimple on full display. The gold goddess still hasn't turned around. But if her face matches the hot, tight body, I'm going to be a happily married man.
My mother grabs my hand and leads me over to my father and my soon-to-be in-laws. "Son, this is Mr. and Mrs. Gallo. This is my son, Alexander." I reached my hand out to Mr. Gallo and pump his hand once.
“It's a pleasure to see you again. Sorry for my tardiness. I had some business that ran a little late."
Waving a thick hand, Mr. Gallo laughs. "No worries, no worries. We haven't even finished our first drink. This is my wife, Sophia."
He slightly pushes the tiny older woman towards me. I lean in slightly and take the hand she offers me. It's warm and soft, and I bring it to my lips, gently kissing the top of her hand.
"My pleasure, Mrs. Gallo." Locking eyes on her I speak to Mr. Gallo. "You are a lucky man. I'm humbled to be in such beautiful company."
I give her one of my smiles that gets all the ladies squirming in their panties. I turn on the charm, trying to gloss over any slight Mr. Gallo might take from my tardiness.
"Oh... no worries." Her face is turning a slight pink as she pats my arm. "Come," she says, pulling my arm slightly. "I'll introduce you to my daughter."
She starts heading over to Christopher. And I'm pretty sure the little golden goddess isn't turning to look at me for a reason.
Anticipation rides me as we approach the couple.
I can't help but notice how Christopher resembles the little goddess more than I do, like two golden statues with matching blond perfection.
Reaching out her hand, her mother taps her on her alabaster shoulder.
"Darling?” I must admit, I am holding my breath waiting to see her for the first time.
"This is Alexander Russo, dear." The tiny golden goddess turns and I am a bit taken back.
Bright, hazel eyes look up at me with thick, dark lashes.
I study her features, and she has a pretty little nose and pouty pink lips. I just want to run my tongue over them.
Her skin is smooth as porcelain. She's a marble statue come to life, and I can't wait to get her under me and feel how tight that little pussy is hiding under that gold dress. Maybe this won't be such a hardship after all.
She is incredibly petite, so I extended my hand to take her small, delicate fingers. Her palm is cool to the touch, so I bring it up to my lips and gently brush them with a kiss while blowing hot air over the top of it.
With my best come fuck me voice, I breathe across her knuckles. "I'm delighted to meet you."
I glance up at her from behind her hand. She darts her eyes from me to my brother with an incredibly wide smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye.
There has to be a joke here, but I didn't catch it. Perhaps she is still slightly amused by something Christopher said? Her mother looks at me inquiringly as her eyes flit back and forth in confusion.
"Ummm, Alexander? I'd like to introduce you to my daughter, Rebekah.” She turns to face her daughter. “Rebekah? This is Alexander Russo, your future brother-in-law."
Rebekah gradually leans forward, letting the fullness of her beautiful breasts show through her dress. She drags her fingertips as she gently takes her hand away from my palm, sending little tingles up my arm. She purrs, "My pleasure."
I straighten up to my full height, trying to hide my agitation.
No one mentioned two daughters. I look at Christopher and I can tell he's trying very hard to keep his amusement under control.
He's wiggling his eyebrows like he's been in on the joke from the beginning.
The fact that he knew she wasn't my intended pisses me off.
I don't find any of this funny.
I was concerned my father would be angry with me for being late, but after forgetting to tell me there were two daughters, I think he can shove his upcoming lecture up his ass. Stepping back, I clasp both hands behind my back and nod.
"It's still a pleasure. A beautiful woman such as yourself? Who wouldn't be eager to meet you? " Christopher loses it then, stifling his chuckle with a sip of his drink.
"Where is Sebastian?" I ask, not breaking eye contact with Rebekah.
Christopher points over to the balcony outside, using the finger still holding his glass to his lips. "Said he needed some air. You know how he gets?"