32. Ilaria
32
ILARIA
“ S top smiling at your phone.”
Sammie slaps at it as she hands me another mimosa. We’re already shit faced, all of us should have been cut off hours ago but no one has. Especially since we’re at the salon now getting our hair and makeup done for the dinner tonight where the boys will be.
Where I’ll have to lie to my fiancée again
I chug the mimosa, needing to be drunker than I am.
We need to clean up this mess.
We .
Me and my friends.
Not some man who thinks women are accessories. I was so used to growing up with me who thought I wasn’t capable of things that they did but I’ve always been just as good.
Fuck them.
We had gotten revenge and now we would clean up another mess because men were greedy and needed to be pacified
“Tie me into this.”
My eyes come up to Sammie, eyes widening as I take in her bond girl outfit.
The leather gown is strapless, plunging down and leaving nothing to the imagination. The fabric cut and O rings press into her thighs in a diagonal line from her hip down to her upper thigh. Her dark hair is slicked back and her lips painted the signature red we all decided to wear tonight because Mac Russian Red looks great on everyone.
I don’t even have time to think about how hot she is as Tessa starts lacing her up.
Tonight’s theme is 007, the boys are supposed to give their best Bond looks and we’re the Femme Fatales.
It seems my friends understood the assignment.
Tessa is in a silk black, backless dress thats a halter top, threatening to open up and show off all over her with a single move. Black lace gloves and slick black hair make her look dangerous in a put together assassin sort of way.
Becca is in a sheer dress with crystals covering it from head to toe, it’s around her neck and would give the impression of full coverage but it shows off her figure and the nude lingerie underneath. Her hair in pinup curls and tucked back as she shimmers around looking like a naked chandelier.
Madeline takes everything seriously and is wearing an exact replica of the quarter sleeve sheer bond dress. Her smokey makeup accenting the outfit.
And then there is me, in a completely sheer gown with a red thong underneath and some lace covering my nipples and decorating parts of the gown. I’ve paired it with above the elbow silk red gloves and the same lipstick as all my friends. My hair is curled, thick and hanging down my back so it bounces when I walk.
007 might be the one with the gun but us girls are the ones who are deadly.
“I swear to god if I don’t get fucked tonight I’ll-”
“When do you not get fucked?” Tessa cuts off Sammie, getting a blank look from our friend as she smiles, shrugging her shoulders.
“Becca might get lucky tonight with-”
“Don’t say his name. He’s like fucking Beetlejuice. If you say his name he fucking appears.” She sips her champagne, eyes sweeping around as Madeline escorts us through the salon towards the foyer of the hotel.
We can’t resist ourselves, looking at each other and smirking.
“Francesco.”
“Francesco”
“Francesco.”
“You guys are fucking-”
“No need to call me all at once.” And just like the devil, he does appear. Becca’s back straightens as Dante and his guards all walk towards us looking like visions in their fitted tuxes.
How the hell did he manage to get more attractive in the few hours apart?
His hand runs down the smooth white dinner jacket, his eyes meeting mine and I feel the way my stomach drops, panties suddenly getting uncomfortable as moisture slickens my sex. The need for him feeling like a shot of adrenaline and yet I’m stuck, staring at him. Catching sight of the watch I gave him and finally managing a smirk as our eyes hold each other hostage.
Dante’s eyes are on me, sweeping over my body as he takes me in, hand coming to his jaw as he licks his lips appreciating me.
He’s never mad when I show skin, instead it’s more of this feral need to claim me. And I like seeing him look at me like I’m his next meal.
My pussy also would like to volunteer to be eaten as the first course.
He doesn’t greet me with words, just lips on mine, his hand sliding down my back until his palm slides over my ass, fisting the flesh as he pulls me closer to him, making me gasp as I grip him, arching into him.
So needy for him, missing a feeling I haven’t even had yet.
“You’re forgiven.” My eyes snap open at his words, looking at him in shock as Dante smiles at me. There is a twinkle in his eyes like a boy who is keeping a secret, “For leaving me alone in bed without a goodbye.”
My heart is thundering at his words, this fear he will know my secrets is overwhelming. Knowing I’m keeping secrets makes me feel guilty as I look at him, wanting to confess but being too loyal to my friends to even think of doing that.
But Dante is taking control and pulling me close, his lips against my ear making me think about how I want him in a way that I didn’t know was possible.
“You taste like champagne. Let’s get dinner and head to the club.”
Dante strokes my back as he leads us towards where everyone’s talking. His hand so sure as he touches me like this is our life, and maybe now it is.
Becca is currently avoiding Francesco as he looks at her like he is going to murder her. He’s already unbuttoned his jacket like he’s going to cover her up. His eyes dart around as if he is taking stalk of all the witnesses he will have to kill for seeing her body. That possessiveness is radiating off him, his face stone carved annoyance.
And Becca knows he’s mad and is currently running her hand over one of Dante’s friends’ fronts, giving him eyes that make Francisco look rabid.
Maybe she is flirting in the only way she still knows how. Or maybe she is trying to save herself because if anyone knows about a broken heart it’s her.
“Let’s hope all your theme nights aren’t this revealing.”
Dante is trying to joke but I’m well aware that this isn’t even the tip of the iceberg. If Francesco is looking like this on the first night we’re all in trouble.
It’s going to be a long trip.