Chapter 29
ARIA
It’s already Saturday, the night of our reception party. This week has been a whirlwind, to say the least.
My mind goes back to Tuesday, the day after Enzo’s parents showed up here and then stayed for dinner, news of our marriage was splashed across the front pages of every Chicago newspaper and on all the gossip sites online.
I didn’t even know about it until Giana came back from running an errand and told me about the paparazzi camped out in front of the lobby and on the streets.
Then she showed me some of the online sites. I can’t believe Enzo Andretti, the son of a Mafia Don, was this popular. Some of the headlines ranged from…
City’s Most Eligible Bachelor Secretly Married.
Self-Proclaimed Bachelor is off the market—for good.
Chicago’s Hottest Billionaire Bachelor has secretly tied the knot.
Suspected Mafia Prince is no longer single. (This is all alleged, of course)
… and some other ones.
The comment section online was wild as hell. I had no idea that this many people had the hots for my husband. And they did not make me feel good at all.
Some were not so bad…
No way! This is not real!
This has to be fake news!
He’s been a perpetual bachelor for ages, and now he’s supposedly married?
Who is she?
There is no record of any wedding concerning Enzo Andretti… This feels super shady.
No one even knows who she is, and if no one does, then it can’t be true.
Imagine being THAT girl! The girl who is married to Enzo freaking Andretti!! *cries*
She’s one lucky bitch.
And some just made me feel like shit…
He could’ve had anyone famous!
He’s been seen with models and actresses, and he picks a literal nobody?
I hate that bitch!
There’s got to be a reason. This just feels off.
Maybe she got him drunk and married him?
Whoever she is, she doesn’t deserve him.
I hate to admit that I read those comments for longer than I should have. Damn, online trolls were brutal.
I’ve never had an experience like this before. There was an endless stream of speculation, strangers picking apart our lives that they knew nothing about. People hate me for marrying the man I love.
I was only exposed to our world, and everyone in it already knows who is who.
But dealing with the outside world is completely different.
I mean, I kind of knew the Andretti’s legitimate businesses were big, but I didn’t realize the attention they would get from the regular world, you know? All this was news to me.
It was just so freaking wild. I’d think I was being pranked or something if I didn’t know any better. Anyway, that’s how Enzo found me when he came home.
“Don’t read any of that shit, baby. It’s all trash anyway,” he said as he held me in his arms while we cuddled up on the couch.
“You didn’t tell me I’d upset all the women by getting hitched to you, Mr. Billionaire hottie,” I joke.
“I don’t care. I didn’t even see any of them before you. You’re all that matters to me. You and our little girl. Besides, you can go on record and tell them that I’m the one who hunted you down,” he smirks.
“Yeah, I’m not telling anyone you kidnapped me. Though the book girlies would probably love you more for that,” I laugh, because I’m basing that off some of the comments I read.
“What can I say? I can’t help it that I’m so hot.”
“Your ego is already too big, and these women are just stroking it more,” I say with a roll of my eyes.
“Don’t forget, at the end of the day, you’re the only one who gets to ride this big pierced cock, babe.” He winks.
“Mmm, damn right!” I murmur, possessiveness in my words.
Even though the day started in chaos, ending it by cuddling up next to him made it all better.
“I love you,” he whispers, placing a kiss on the top of my head.
“I love you too,” I tell him, content.
“Baby? Are you done?” Enzo asks, walking into the room just as I’m coming out of the closet. He stops in his tracks, his eyes roaming over my body from head to toe. “Fuck! You are perfection in that dress, my love.”
“Thank you,” I say, blushing at his compliment. I shouldn’t be shy, because the man has been complimenting me and building up my confidence every single day.
For tonight’s reception, I’m wearing an elegant ivory-style satin gown. It’s a strapless, off-the-shoulder design with a beautifully structured bodice that hugs my body but also shows off my round belly in all its glory. It flares out from my hip, down.
The sweetheart neckline is made with a folded band of fabric that sweeps across my chest, like a soft bow, adding volume to the dress. What truly elevates the dress and makes it stand out even more is the detachable overskirt made from the same satin material.
Enzo’s mom sent the dress over, and I truly have fallen in love with it. It definitely feels like a timeless piece that fits me perfectly.
I absolutely adore the woman, too. We’ve spent every day this week talking on the phone about party stuff and other things.
She’s definitely like the mother I never had, and we’ve been getting along perfectly.
“I can’t wait to rip it off you later.” He winks.
“Of course, you can’t,” I tease.
“Duh! You are one hot mama,” he groans.
“You think so?”
“Oh yeah. As you can see,” he points down to his crotch area, “my cock is already hard as a rock, which is going to make me want to gouge some eyeballs out tonight. All those perverts are going to be staring at my hot-as-fuck wife,” he growls.
“No gouging any eyeballs out tonight. And by the way, you look hot as sin in that tux,” I compliment, desire coating my words.
“Oh yeah? Is the way I’m dressed making your pussy wet?” he questions, huskily.
“Mmhmm,” I mumble.
“Fuck! I need a taste of your pussy, babe, to tide me over until we get home later,” he growls, walking over to where I’m standing and getting down on his knees in front of me. He lifts my dress and crawls underneath it. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”
I obey, spreading my legs, and a moment later, I feel him pushing my panties to the side before his tongue is licking between my slick folds.
“Fuck!” A groan leaves me as he continues to lick up and down, from my slit to my clit. I’m weak in the knees and have to grab onto the dresser I was standing in front of, holding on to stay upright.
I grind my hips down onto his mouth, chasing the pleasure that’s running through my body right now. He sucks on my clit hard, and the dam breaks as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over me.
“Fucking delicious pussy juice as always, baby,” he smirks when he comes out from under my dress. He cleans me up and sets my dress while I make sure my makeup is still good before we leave the house.
When we step out of the car in front of the Andretti mansion, flashes go off instantly. It takes me by surprise, and I have to blink. That’s when I realize that about a dozen or more photographers are standing to one side by the stairs.
“Shit! I’m so sorry, baby. I forgot all about the photographers being here,” Enzo says, wrapping his arm around my waist from the back and bending down to whisper in my ear.
“It’s fine. I’m good,” I reassure him.
“Are you sure, baby?” he asks, making sure that I’m okay.
“Yes,” I tell him as we pose for the pictures. I have no doubt these will be plastered all over by tomorrow.
The doors to the ballroom open slowly for us, and I’m instantly amazed at the sight before me. The huge room is decorated in gold, white, and dusty rose.
Crystal chandeliers hung in cascading tiers around the room; each one filled with lights that glowed like the stars. The soft light cast a glow that reflected off the polished floors.
The celebration is already in full swing. The tables are covered with gold and dusty pink tablecloths. Crystal vases sit at the center of each table, filled with white and light-pink roses.
The room really looks amazing. Even with all the decorations, it still looks soft and romantic, and I am in love with it all, even though this is my first time seeing it. Lucia didn’t send me any pictures of the room once it was finished because she wanted it to be a surprise.
The waitstaff are weaving around guests and tables, carrying gold trays with hors d'oeuvres and champagne flutes.
At the back of the room, a live orchestra plays a mix of elegant classical music as the cocktail hour continues.
A hush falls around the room, and conversations quiet as we step fully inside, hand in hand, before stopping in the center of the ballroom where Enzo’s parents are standing.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
“Hello everyone! If I can just have your attention for a few minutes. As you can see, my kids have finally decided to grace us all with their presence,” Leonardo says in a booming voice that carries around the entire room.
His words cause almost everyone to laugh.
“We’re all here to celebrate the new Mr. and Mrs. Andretti. So, let’s congratulate them!”
A round of congratulations echoes around the room, followed by a round of applause. Everyone’s eyes are on us, and I can feel all the stares directed at my stomach because you can’t miss the thing in this dress.
I’m sure they’re all piecing together that I’m Bernardo Bellucci’s daughter, who was supposed to marry Salvatore Rossi, but now here I am, married to Enzo instead.
I don’t think anyone gossips as much as people in the Mafia.
We continue to stand here for a while as people come up one by one to personally offer their congratulations. We do this for about half an hour before Enzo stops them.
“I’m going to get my wife seated so she can rest her feet,” he says to the people standing around us. “You’re more than welcome to stop by our table.”
He walks away, and we sit at the head table. He brings me something to drink and some hors d'oeuvres to nibble on as we continue to get people stopping by our table.
“You look so radiant and beautiful, baby. Are you having a good time?” Enzo asks when there’s a lull in people visiting us.
“I am. This is so much more than I expected! Your mom truly went above and beyond,” I tell him, with happiness in my voice. He leans down and kisses me, and for a moment, I forget we’re surrounded by a room full of people until his father speaks from beside us.
“Stop pawing at your wife,” he jokes.
“Go find your own wife to kiss,” Enzo grumbles, joking with his dad.
“I would, but she’s been busy all night. I’m going to nail her down later.” He laughs.
“Eww! I don’t want to know about your sexual escapades,” Enzo groans while I just laugh at the two of them and their banter.
It’s so odd seeing them joke with one another like this, especially when I know that they could literally kill someone in a second if they had to. Yep, I got that from the gossip mill rumors… well, from Giana, but that’s where she heard it from.
I spot her with Bruno at one of the tables, and it looks like she’s having a good time, too. That’s all I want for her. She’s the only real friend I’ve had since I wasn’t allowed to attend school anymore, and I want her to be as happy as I am.
The food is served, and everyone eats and drinks as the room fills with chatter. Once dinner is done, the dance floor is opened, and Enzo and I have our first dance together.
“Are you enjoying the night?” Enzo asks.
“I am. Are you?”
“Oh yes. I have my gorgeous wife in my arms, what could ever be better than this?”
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” I tell him honestly.
“You’re damn right about that.”
When the song ends, and a new one begins, everyone who wants to dance joins us on the dance floor. I’m laughing, dancing, and having a good time.
I never wanted such a big party, but I’m so glad Lucia threw this one for us because it turned out amazing. I’ve been smiling all night, and my face is starting to hurt from all the smiles. Tonight, couldn’t have been more perfect.