30. Chapter 30 - Emiliano
TWENTY YEARS AGO
M y father always makes me come to these ridiculous events, which seems pointless at just sixteen years old, but he doesn’t seem to think so. He tells me that every one of these events will teach me how to be Don one day, but if he knew I’m just paying attention to the girls, he’d have steam coming out of his ears. I’m supposed to be listening to the speakers and learning about donations; instead, I’m plotting with Alessandro. While I can’t make many demands, I wanted to at least have my brother at my side tonight, and father made it happen. After lots of begging, but still.
Alex and I are sitting at one of the round tables across from the podium. It’s dinner time, which means this fancy evening is just getting started. After, comes the dancing and even more drinks. Not that I’m supposed to be drinking, but I’ve been stealing them from tables when people walk away. Sue me, I don’t regret a damn thing. I need the liquid courage to get through this stupid night. The way I see it, nothing good can come of it. I might just die from boredom. Is that a thing? Can I perish just from listening to one of the guest speakers? I don’t know—and I don’t want to find out.
The round tables are adorned with white tablecloths and champagne-colored runners, tall candlesticks in the middle as centerpieces. Expensive bubbly is being passed around on trays, and I grab one and chug it in one go before the server can notice that I’m underage. He flinches at the realization, and I raise an eyebrow. But he’s too much of a coward and wants to keep his job, so he walks away quickly.
This party is pretentious as fuck, though. There’s an open bar with only top-shelf liquor, an ice sculpture, and even a chocolate fountain. Servers are starting to bring out the main course, and while I’m starving, I’ve also noticed a really pretty girl at the table next to ours. She’s sitting right next to Andrey Sokolov, who I’m assuming is her brother if their resemblance is anything to go by. I’ve personally never been into blondes before, but I can’t deny she’s beautiful. Pale blonde hair, almost silver, with equally light blue-gray eyes. She’s fucking gorgeous, and while I wouldn’t marry her for an alliance, maybe I can convince her to have some fun with me tonight.
“Don’t even think about it,” Alessandro murmurs, always the voice of reason. “She’s spoken for.”
“I don’t want to marry her.” I shrug with a grin, and Alex narrows his eyes on me. “What? I can’t tap that?”
“ Tap ?” Alessandro huffs. “Who even says shit like that? And sure? How long will you last, though, two minutes?”
“Oh, hush.” I roll my eyes, ignoring his bad mood. He’s the grumpiest motherfucker I’ve ever met. Maybe he’s the one who needs to get laid. But no, she’s mine. I’m not offering her up to him. “I’ll last long enough.”
“She’ll turn you down,” Alessandro says with a grin, as if the thought brings him joy. “There’s no way you’re fucking her. It would be stupid on her end.”
“And why would it be stupid?” I raise an eyebrow.
“You don’t even know who you’re dealing with, do you?” he asks, grin widening. “God, you’re such a twat.”
“I’m assuming she’s the Pakhan’s daughter.” I snap my fingers repeatedly, trying to remember her name. “She’s?—”
“Natasha,” Alex murmurs, “and she’s betrothed .”
“She’s got a few more years, though, right?” I raise an eyebrow. “She doesn’t look old enough to get married.”
“Yet,” Alex emphasizes. “She’s seventeen.”
“Oh, so one year older than me.” I shrug nonchalantly. “Not a big deal, right? I’ll fuck her once and that’ll be the end of it.”
“You act like she’ll agree.” He smirks. “As if she’ll give you the time of day.”
“She will.” I look him dead in the eyes. “In about an hour she’ll be in the bathroom with me, getting railed against the stall.”
“ Okaaaaay .” Alessandro snorts. “That’s very graphic.”
“Don’t doubt me, brother.” I grin at him, and he rolls his eyes. “I always get what I want.”
“Are you sure she’s worth the trouble?” Alex asks, and I shake my head.
“No trouble.” I sit back in my chair, spreading my legs and looking right at her. Natasha. “Only a good time.”
“Sure,” Alessandro says dryly. “Until she’s not.”
Natasha looks up from the table then, gorgeous eyes connecting with mine. She smirks, looking me up and down, and it takes everything in me to stay relaxed. My hands are clasped on the table, and Alessandro is still talking to me, but I don’t hear him. I can’t focus on anything but the thundering of blood in my ears and her eyes on mine. I need to talk to her, get things moving along. The night is almost over, and I’m practically Cinderella. I have until midnight.
“Do you think she’ll want to dance?” I ask my brother. “That’s a good way to woo her, right?”
“Why do you need to do that to fuck her?” he asks, brows furrowed.
“I’m not a fucking caveman.” I laugh, and Natasha raises an eyebrow at me. “I have manners. And I can appreciate having to earn her time, too.”
“Run along then, brother.” Alessandro huffs, and I know he’s annoyed. “Go woo her.”
But just then, our food is placed in front of us. I spend the next hour making eyes at her and making small talk with my father. Shit I definitely don’t want to be doing. Then, like the dutiful son that I am, I listen to the guest speakers and pay attention. Mostly because I know I’m being trained to be Don, and I don’t want to disappoint. So I put in the effort, despite how I feel about it.
I check my watch, seeing that we still have a few hours until midnight, which is when the party is over. Everyone is finishing their five course meal, and they begin to get up to mingle or go to the dance floor. I take that as my cue to go to Natasha, giving my brother the look, and he rolls his eyes, but nods all the same. He understands what I meant by that one look, and I’m grateful I don’t have to keep trying to convince him. He’ll cover for me if needed.
Making my way to Natasha, I stop right beside her chair and lean down to whisper in her ear. “Can I have this dance?”
Natasha looks up at me, smirking. “What makes you think I want to dance?”
“Don’t you?” I shrug nonchalantly, as if my heart isn’t trying to beat out of my chest. She might just be way out of my league. “Just one dance, then I’ll leave you alone.”
She seems to contemplate my question, but then nods once, getting up from the chair. I grin victoriously, offering my arm up to her, and she loops hers through mine, holding on to my arm with a death grip.
I lead her to the dance floor, a slow song playing through the speakers, and hold her close to me. We sway with the music, and she looks up at me with wide eyes.
“Who taught you how to dance like this?” she asks, slightly breathless.
“I’ve had lessons.” I grin, and her eyes widen even more, as if she’s surprised. But she looks impressed too. I can tell. “You like?”
Before she can reply, I spin her, and she lands with her hands on my chest. “It’s definitely not what I expected.”
“I love to surprise people.”
“Consider me surprised,” she replies with a flirty grin. “So, what’s your name?”
“You’re telling me you don’t already know?” I ask, brows furrowed.
“I do, but the polite thing to do is introduce yourself.” She looks into my eyes as she says it, her blue-gray ones sparkling. “I’m Natasha. Pleasure to meet you.”
“I’m sure the pleasure will be all mine, Natasha.” I smirk, and she raises an eyebrow. “I’m Emiliano.”
“So, Emiliano,” Natasha says slowly. “Why did you come up to me, anyway?”
“What, a guy can’t ask for a dance?” Now it’s my turn to raise an eyebrow. But she can see right through my bullshit. I bet she has a lie detector.
“And is that all you want?” She smirks, running a hand down my chest. “Or are you here for more?”
“It depends.” I shrug. “Do you want more?”
“I could be convinced.”
My stomach flips at those words, and I give her a soft smile before spinning her slowly once more. She looks surprised and impressed when she makes it back into my arms, and I thank my lucky stars for the stupid lessons I hated. Because right now they’re coming in handy. I wonder if they’ll come in handy in the future too, but my guess is yes.
Coming to these events has never appealed to me before, but if I get to see her again, I’ll attend all of them with a smile. I bet my dad would find that suspicious, but as I look around, I don’t see him anywhere. Alessandro is still sitting at our table, though, looking right at us with a scowl on his face. I give him a two-finger salute and continue to dance with Natasha.
“So, Tasha.” I smile. “Tell me something about yourself.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “Tonight, I’m someone else.”
“I can respect that,” I reply seriously. “I can be someone else, too. For you.”
“And who are you?” she asks me softly.
“Not Italian.” I narrow my eyes on her face, wondering what she wants to hear. “Just a regular guy.”
“I like that,” she replies, her hand sliding to my lower back. “I’m not Russian either and definitely not engaged.”
“Never engaged.” I smirk.
“So what are you waiting for, Emiliano?” she asks. “Are we getting out of here, or what?”
“Bathroom?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” She grins.
Natasha leads me off the dance floor and past the tables. We make a detour through a deserted hallway, and she takes me to a family bathroom that’s hidden and I didn’t even know existed. It makes me wonder how many times she’s done this, but I shake it out of my mind right away. I don’t really care.
We go into the bathroom and she locks the door behind us, taking off her dress and dropping it to the floor. She’s not wearing a bra, her perky breasts on full display. Her rosy-pink nipples harden as she stares at me, and I close the distance between us quickly, slamming my lips to hers. I thrust my tongue into her mouth in a sloppy kiss, and she groans.
Turning her around, I make her face the mirror as I unbuckle my belt and unbutton my dress pants. She grabs onto the sink with a white-knuckled grip as she thrusts her ass towards me, and I take my wallet out of my back pocket and grab a condom. Tearing the foil with my teeth, I push my pants down under my ass and whip my dick out, then slide the condom on. I press my dick to her entrance, sliding inside of her slowly. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I bottom out, and she moans and stands on her tiptoes.
And so I fuck her.
It’s equally the best and worst thing that’s ever happened to me.