3. Amelia
From the moment I walk into his office I am obsessed. I can't stop staring at him and I am doing my best to keep my cool. He is absolutely, by far, the most gorgeous man on the face of this planet.
And to top it off he seems to also be thoughtful and generous.
I slip the new dress over my body, knowing full well that he is watching me in the reflection of the glass behind his desk. I take my time changing, putting on a little show, hoping that I am teasing him.
I glance at his back, his broad muscular shoulders, and the thick curve of his neck muscles. Over the top of his shirt collar, I can see a piece of what looks like a snake tattoo, and I grin because all I can think is that I want to see the rest of that tattoo, and wherever else it leads to on his body.
When he turns around his eyes trace up and down my body and I feel my skin flush with electricity beneath his gaze. He takes my dress from me and then holds out his hand towards me.
"Now, will you join me back in the club?"
How could I possibly say no to that chiseled jawline and those dark brown eyes?
He leads me through the casino, back into the VIP section where every single one of my friends turns to look at us with wide questioning stares and naughty smiles. I discretely wave my hand at them to not say anything embarrassing and they giggle and tone down their stares.
"This is Gia, Melina, Samantha - "I introduce him to each one of them.
He greets them with poise and charm then glances at the table. "It looks like we need another bottle of champagne."
With the girls happily dancing and sipping champagne again, Stefano pulls me onto one of the sofas in the VIP section, he wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me close to his side.
"So, tell me, Amelia, what do you do when you aren't grabbing the attention of every man in my club?"
"I'm actually about to start studying at the university in the center of town. Do you know it? Saint Aquinas University?"
"I know it. What are you studying? Fashion? Music?"
"Mm." I laugh. "I'm going to study law. Business Law to be exact."
He eyes me up and down and I can see my answer impresses him.
We chat about all sorts of things and the more we talk the more I feel drawn to him. His deep voice is hypnotic, and his eyes entice me in strange ways I've never felt before. Everything about him seems to wake my body up and fill me with energy.
He has me hooked on him and when Gia comes over to tell me everyone is ready to head home my heart sinks a little. I don't want to leave Stefano.
Stefano leans close to my ear and says, "I'd like you to stay longer."
"Me too." I grin.
Gia raises her eyebrows at me, waiting to hear what we just said.
I turn towards Gia. "I'll walk you guys out to the car, but I'm going to stay a little longer," I say, not able to hide the smile on my lips.
Gia grins broadly. "Well, come on then, my beautiful bestie.
I feel my cheeks flushing slightly which is not something that happens to me often. I am not a person who blushes, but I guess he is making me feel a whole array of new things I've never felt before so I shouldn't be surprised.
Gia doesn't let go of my hand as we leave the VIP section, walk through the main dance floor which is still thrumming with dancing bodies and loud music, and head out of the club.
In the main section of the casino, she squeezes my hand too tight and laughs loudly.
"Oh, my word he is gorgeous." She says.
"Ow." I laugh, pulling my hand away from her. "I know right. My word."
"And that dress. He organized a dress for you. Are you kidding me? Who does that?"
"A gentleman." I shrug, my face glowing.
"Mm. Sure, a gentleman." Gia raises her brows toward me.
The other girls are giggling too. Sammy drapes her arm around my waist and staggers a little as she walks with me. Melina is holding onto Sammy on the other side.
Everyone is laughing and talking about Stefano, and I glance nervously around us, knowing we are talking loudly and that everyone who works here obviously knows him.
"Shh, guys, everyone here will know who you're talking about." I try to hush them, but Gia starts talking even louder than before.
"What… you mean the hot guy who owns this place?"
I jab her ribs and she squeals.
I am relieved when we get out of the casino to where the limo is waiting for them.
I am busy saying goodbye, giving each of them a big hug, and making sure they get safely into the limo when Stefano arrives.
He stands back for a moment, waiting for me to say goodbye to everyone, then once all the girls are in and busy talking loudly about if they should all go back to Gia's place; Stefano steps closer and I feel him put his jacket over my shoulders.
It's such a simple gesture, but one that sends a thrill through my heart.
He is a gentleman. He's been nothing but from the moment I met him.
I pull the collar of the jacket over my shoulders and turn to look at him. He's so much taller than me and the look in his eyes when he returns my stare makes me shudder. His eyes are an intense shade of brown and seem to be piercing right into my soul.
He wraps his arm around my shoulder. "Would you join me for a drink back at my place? I thought we could talk somewhere less noisy than the club."
"I'd love it." I don't even hesitate. I should, because I know who this man is, and if my father found out I was at his casino - never mind actually going home with him, there would be hell to pay. But everything about him pulls me in. If I said no to this invite, I would regret it for the rest of my life.
It's one of those moments when you know you've met someone you were supposed to meet for some reason. I was meant to come here tonight. I was meant to have that annoying Clarissa cause shit for me, and it was all because I was meant to meet Stefano.
Ok, before I get carried away, I know it's not love at first sight because I don't believe in that.
But it is something. And I am going to follow where my heart takes me on this one.
Even if it's just one amazing night of feeling really special. Because that is how he makes me feel. Very special.
It's the way he looks at me, as though I am the only girl he has ever looked at before, and as though I am the last girl he will ever look at.
I'm sure it's just my imagination because a man that good-looking probably can get any girl he wants - but tonight I don't care - I want to feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.
"Stef, dude, are we leaving?" A younger guy arrives behind us, looking tipsy with wild dark blonde hair. It looks bleached, not natural. He's also good-looking. Maybe four or five years older than I am. "Matty, I've called the driver for you. You are heading back to Mom and Dad's place."
"What do you mean you called the driver? I'm riding with you obviously."
"Not tonight man," Stefano says, pulling me closer to his side.
"What the hell. You're ditching me? The night is still young. You were supposed to party with me."
"Not tonight Matty," Stefano says, his eyes piercing into the younger guy.
Matty looks bitter about whatever is going on.
He huffs as the driver pulls up and Stefano opens the door for him.
"I'll see you at lunch tomorrow," Stefano says, closing the door once Matty is inside.
Matty doesn't respond.
The car drives off and I can't resist asking. "Who is Matty?"
"Matteo. He's my half brother. I promised my folks I would keep an eye on him tonight. I don't like to leave him alone at the club."
"He looks mad at you. I didn't know you had other plans."
"No, don't stress. He always looks mad when he doesn't get his own way. He'll get over it." Stefano chuckles. "Come on, I'm parked right here." He slips his fingers through mine and leads me towards his matte black Mustang.
He opens the passenger door for me and holds out his hand so that I can get inside.
Princess treatment through and through. I grin to myself as he walks around the car to get into the driver's seat.
Stefano's mansion isn't too far from the casino and walking into it I am impressed with the interior design and layout. He is clearly a man of impeccable taste.
There is a black onyx chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the entrance foyer, and black marble floors. While the place looks masculine and pristine, it is still welcoming and comfortable. The living room has three big grey sofas that he invites me to sit down in while he prepares us each a drink. I sink into the cozy chair with my legs folded beneath me and can't help but watch his back as he stands near the built-in bar counter.
The muscles of his shoulders are pushing against the fabric of his shirt in enticing ways.
"Do you want some more champagne or some gin?"
"I'll have champagne, thanks."
He picks up a bottle of champagne and two glasses and carries it over to where we are sitting. He slides into the open space next to me, close enough so that our legs are touching.
After pouring us each a champagne he hands me my glass and says, "It has been really amazing meeting you tonight." Then he reaches out and traces his fingers over my jaw and I shiver in anticipation.
"You too," I murmur, feeling weak beneath his touch.
"You have the most gorgeous eyes. Like I am staring into the midnight sky." He says his voice deep and alluring.
Then he leans back a little and sips his champagne and my chin tilts towards him as though being pulled by his magnetism.
I bite my lower lip, trying to get a hold of myself, taking a sip of my champagne to distract myself from the gorgeous man in front of me.
"Stefano, I just wanted to say thank you again for the dress. It was really sweet of you to do that for me."
He grins and a mischievous glint in his eyes sets my heart racing.
"It looks amazing on you, but I have to be honest and let you know that I caught a glimpse of it off you, and I preferred that."
My mind flashes back to how cheeky I was in the office when I was changing, knowing he was watching me in the reflection.
I look down at my drink, trying to hide my grin.
Then I feel his hand wrap around my chin and pull my face up towards his.
He takes my champagne glass away from me and places it on the table without breaking eye contact.
Then his other hand drifts from my chin to my throat and he pulls me towards his lips.
A soft gasp escapes my mouth moments before we kiss.
My heart is racing a million miles an hour as his mouth presses into mine and wildfire spreads dangerously through my body.
His arm wraps around my waist, and he pulls me right up against him.
Boldly, I lift myself onto his lap and hear him growl with satisfaction as I straddle him, my dress riding up a little. His hands move to my thighs, then up to my hips, pushing the dress higher as he pulls me forward onto his already hard cock.
His lips continue to caress mine, slowly and passionately. Nothing about his kiss suggests that he is in a hurry. He is taking his time with me, savoring the moment.
It's driving me even more wild.
I rock my hips up against him. The thin lace fabric of my panties lets me feel everything he is hiding in his pants.
I gasp when he lifts his hips, thrusting upward against me.
I feel his hands on my skin, pushing the dress up over my head. I lift my arms so that he can pull it off my body and toss it to the floor.
I am left in nothing but my lace panties.
His eyes roam over my body, taking me in with a hungry smirk.
"You are exceptional." He growls.
I let my fingers trace over his shirt buttons, pulling each of them open, one at a time, letting my eyes wander over his sculpted body.
When I pull his shirt all the way open, I can see his snake tattoo. A thick, black serpent wrapped over his shoulder, around his collarbone, and across his chest. I trace the curves of it with my fingers. "It's so detailed. It's really beautiful." I whisper.
He kisses me again, and I feel him tugging his pants open and shifting, then his cock is free and pressing up against my pussy.
Holy fuck it's massive.
I gasp as I feel his fingers slide beneath the thin lace on my underwear and pull my panties to the side.
"Do you want this?" He asks, his cock sliding over my pussy which is throbbing with need.
I nod and breathe heavily against his mouth. "I do."
He grabs my ass and lifts me higher, then slowly lowers me onto his cock. Inch by inch he slides deeper into me. The almost animalistic sound that falls from his mouth has me wanting to ride him like a wild cat so that I can hear it again.
His cock pushes my pussy open as pleasure shoots through me.
I tilt my head back and feel his fingers knot in my hair as he thrusts all the way into me, burying himself inside me.
I cry out, and he moans deeply, then begins to thrust in and out, controlling every pleasurable movement, holding my hips and rocking them back and forth as he pushes into me each time.
I wrap my hands around his thick neck muscles, my eyes tracing over the snake tattoo again.
Then up his neck, and finally, locking with his eyes.
He is staring straight at me, as though I was the only thing in the entire world.
My body begins to shiver, and my legs begin to shake as the look in his eyes pushes me over the edge.
"I can feel you are going to come." He whispers. "Don't look away from me."
As the orgasm crashes into me, our eyes remain locked, and it is the most beautiful and intense moment I think I have ever felt in my life.
I feel his cock go rigid as he explodes into me.