Dom’s POV
Dom’s POV
It was the night of the gala event and I was highly on edge.
It would be the first time out in public with my fake wife.
I had been avoiding her as much as I could, and she seemed fine with that approach.
There would be no avoiding her tonight. I would have to man up and put on appearances.
I would have to field the judgment I would get for taking on the less suitable daughter of a Don.
I just had to keep reminding myself it was for a good cause.
I was waiting in the car for Sophie to come down and head out, when I received a text message.
Valentina: Thank you, Don Gutierrez, for allowing me to work with your wife. It was an honor. Should you need services again, I would love to be your first choice.
I had no idea what he was going on about. Valentina had a good reputation. He wasn’t the best. That honor was held by Giovanni Bernardi, who worked exclusively for Maximo Ruiz. But of course. Valentina was gay and flamboyant, but had an excellent reputation for turning any woman into a masterpiece.
Me: Thank you, Valentina, for your work.
A few minutes later, the other door opened.
I heard some rustling of fabric, and could see the light blue of her dress out of the corner of my eye.
I had told Mrs. Fancelli to order a dress in a soft color for Sophie, since she always looked stiff and tense.
I did not want her wearing a dark color, which could potentially detract her appearance, making this night even harder to pull off, her as my chosen arrangement.
I was so on edge, I did not bother to greet Sophie.
The ride was tense. I could feel the air thick around us.
As we got closer to the entrance, I could feel Sophie shift. She started muttering under her breath.
“I hope I don’t run into my sister. Or she’s going to have a field day.”
Without looking at her, I said, “If she causes you problems, let me or Gregor know.”
I had assigned Gregor to my wife since she arrived. I knew he didn’t like the job, but someone needed eyes on my wife. I couldn’t let anything happen to her before I executed my plan.
Someone opened my door as someone opened Sophie’s door simultaneously, and we moved to get out.
I buttoned up my jacket to my suit, my back to the opened car door.
I liked to do things a bit differently so instead of the traditional black tux and white undershirt, I was dressed head to toe in black.
As I turned to walk towards the curb near Sophie, I stopped.
All I could see was her frame from the back.
And holy hell, was that a view. Her shapely figure was outlined to perfection in the soft blue, silky dress Mrs. Fancelli had chosen for her.
The dress flowed out to the ground. My cock hardened quickly.
Sonofabitch! I wanted to reach out and grab her ass, but also wanted to hide her away.
What the fuck was she wearing? Was she trying to kill me?
I approached her quickly, grabbed her, maybe a bit too roughly, by the arm and turned her to me as a gasp came out of her.
“What the hell are you wearing?”
Then my breath caught as I took in her full features. Dammit Valentina! You made her a fucking goddess!
Her face was soft and gently done up with makeup.
It was so subtle, but all it did was enhance her beauty more.
Her dark black hair was gently wavy, flowing down her back and pinned up at the sides by delicate pins with soft blue gems. My damned cock was at full mast right now, and I didn’t know what the fuck to do with myself.
And the front of the dress showed enough cleavage to tease a man. And it fucking was!
She frowned at me. “Ouch, Dominic. You’re hurting me.” I eased off on my hold, realizing I had been gripping her too tight.
“I’m wearing the dress you approved for Mrs. Fancelli to get. I don’t understand what the problem is.”
I didn’t know how to respond to her, because all I wanted to do is drag her back into the car and take her. Fuck! I was so fucking hard.
My second, Marco Castellano, came up beside me. Sophie didn’t know yet he was my second. I had commanded him to keep it under wraps, for now. He smirked at me.
“Boss, need help with anything?”
I was pretty sure he knew what was going through my mind right now. I glared at him, and pulled Sophie’s hand on to my arm, and pulled her towards the entrance. I heard the asshole chuckling. We would be having words later.
Just having her hand on my arm was giving me chills.
Damn this woman! I glanced down at her as we approached the building entrance, her face blank.
What wouldn’t I give to see another expression on her face.
Maybe one with her head thrown back in bliss from me pleasing her and touching all of her body.
God dammit! I really needed a cold shower later. This celibacy shit is hell!
It has nothing to do with her. It’s simply because I haven’t gotten laid in two fucking months. It has to be. Fuck me!
As we entered the room, the sound dimmed. That was odd. Then I heard whispers.
“Isn’t that Don Sanchez’s other daughter?”
“The one we never see.”
“Why are they hiding her?”
“She’s gorgeous. Just look at that beautiful dress on her.”
“I’d fuck that.”
Motherfucker! I turned to the last voice and stared at him down, until he turned pale and looked away.
Sophie didn’t seem to be affected by any of it, but I wasn’t sure if that was true, or just how she shut things out. My wife was still quite the mystery.
After making rounds around the room, introducing Sophie, I led her to a table to sit so I could go and do some business on my own.
Particularly with Maximo. Maximo had his wife here somewhere.
They had a lavishly ridiculous wedding in Paris, which made me think of the comment Sophie had made about Serena getting married.
I had been in attendance without Sophie because I wasn’t ready for the public appearance.
However, after tonight, I realized it had been a ridiculous thought.
Even though her own family apparently had no interest in her well being, the majority of those present were not only welcoming of her, they seemed very interested in getting to know the ‘hidden daughter.’
I had managed to make my way to Maximo, as he looked towards where Sophie was sitting.
“How is the new wife going?” He had a look in his eye that didn’t sit right with me.
I looked him in the eye and returned the question. “I don’t know Maximo. How about your wife?”
He chuckled darkly. “She is going to cause our world to burn down, and I won’t be able to do a damned thing about it.” He looked a bit irritated, but also amused.
“I heard she took out your mistress on the wedding day.”
His eyes darkened. “That she did. Slit her throat right there in the honeymoon mansion’s living room. Had to purchase all new furniture.”
“I knew Aria was a little off her rocker, but that is unhinged.”
“Be grateful you got the good wife. Fuck, you even have the clean wife. Untouched by our men.”
I actually felt pride in that fact. I knew Sophie wasn’t a virgin, hadn’t been since she was 18 years old. But she never got involved with the men in our world. Only college boys. Pussies, all of them.
“I hadn’t had pussy since the day before our wedding for fuck sakes. My wife always seems to know when I’m trying to get some. Damned woman. At least you can play around.”
“No, I’m not risking that shit. If I’m going to piss off Sanchez, I’ll wait until we get closer to tagging him.”
“What? You been celibate since the wedding?” He looked shocked.
“Yep. Lots of showers. Lots of lotion.”
“Fuck! And I thought I had it bad.”
I glanced around the room as we kept chatting quietly between us, when I caught my wife by the food table, talking to none other than Aria Ruiz.
“What the fuck is your wife doing, talking to my wife?”
He looked over where I was looking and observed.
“Aria could eat her alive,” Maximo’s voice sounded amused.
I watched them.
I frowned. “But she’s not.” I could see Sophie on edge by her stiff posture, blank expression in place, but talking neutrally with Aria. The next thing I knew, a tall skinny man approached, draping his arm across the back of Aria’s shoulder, leaning in towards my wife.
He spoke to Sophie, then leaned into Aria and appeared to be whispering something to her.
Then Aria faced Sophie with a gleam in her eyes.
She said something to Sophie, whose eyes got wide, mouth hanging open, her body going rigid.
Her eyes moved back and forth between Aria and the man.
The man leaned in, blocking my view of my wife and said something to her, before pulling back.
Sophie’s face was flushed, looking embarrassed.
The man moved around and put an arm on Sophie’s back, as she looked up at him with a soft expression.
“Who the fuck is that asshole who has his damn hands on my wife?”
Maximo chuckled. “Relax Dom. That’s just Aria’s cousin. And he’s gay.”
That made me relax, but I was still on edge. I didn’t need Aria being a bad influence on Sophie.
“Besides, I thought your marriage was just an arrangement.”
I didn’t say anything, because ever since I saw my wife this evening in that damned dress, I’ve been rethinking a lot of things about this marriage.
I was considering approaching them to ensure Sophie was safe from Aria, when I caught movement. Serena was heading in their direction.
“Shit!”
“What?”
“Sophie’s sister is heading their way. I need to intervene.”
He put a hand on my arm. I looked up at him agitated. He had a glint in his eyes.
“Let’s watch and see what happens first.”
I didn’t like the sound of that, but I stood by to see how it would play out.
Serena ignored Sophie, which pissed me off. The cousin didn’t seem very impressed with Serena, and Sophie had her blank expression back in place.
But I was not expecting what happened next.
Aria, in a loud voice, said, “Listen here tramp. Just because you rode my husband’s dick like the skank you are, doesn’t give you the right to come up to me and act like you're a queen.”
I heard Maximo mutter, “Fuck.”
“You’re not. I’m the fucking queen here. You get me?” Serena had stepped back by this point, her face pale, mouth hanging open, eyes darting around. “And do yourself a favor and don’t ever speak to Sophie again. Capisce? Or I will have to deal with you myself.”
I looked at Sophie, who had her head turned and looking downward, but I could almost see the smile on her face.
Hmmm, mi fiammetta, liked that. And now she had Aria Ruiz at her back. Just fucking great!