His Bambina

Chapter 9

Aria' POV

Ugh I feel like crap. I've never slept this long before. The clock reads 12:45 and I jump out of bed. I fix my messy hair and remember Vincenzo's instructions to find him for lunch. He's most likely in his office. Maybe I can surprise him by making lunch and spending time with him. I make my way downstairs and there is a large amount of people roaming the halls.
"Aria?" I turn around and Nicolas and Amelia both smile at me. Amelia's arms hook around me as we walk into the kitchen together.
"Where have you been girly? We've been looking all over for you!" I suddenly feel embarrassed under their gazes. Should I tell them I just woke up like some lazy teenager?
"Don't tell me you were sleeping again ma reign, it's noon! I've never seen you sleep past six." Nicolas can read me so well, we've always been close. I blush and mumble a 'shut up' and they both laugh.
"Well I wonder if they have anything good for lunch. Oh, Aria you have to stop by my room after we eat, there's some clothes I got for you that you have to try on!" The excitement in Amelia's face brightens my mood, and I agree without thinking.
"Oh, little sister, you must stop smothering Aria, one day she might run away screaming." Nicolas jokes and I playfully push him making him laugh.
"Hate to break it to you, but it's a little too late for that. She's stuck with me!" Amelia sticks out her tongue and squeezes me to death. Sadly, it's true. I am stuck with them, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I don't know what I could do without them in my life.
Amelia's black curls shimmer in the light and her eyes are large thanks to her bright personality and her perfect application of eyeliner. I look over to her brother and admire his dirty blonde hair that he certainly inherited from his father. His blue eyes, like his sister's, shine with happiness as he laughs at something his sister said and he looks at me with a large smile.
He leans down as we sit at the island and whispers in my ear, "What's on your mind Ari?"
I blush not knowing how long I was staring at him, "Just how lost you guys would be without me." I smirk making him laugh loudly.
"Oh yes we'd certainly be very lost without you ma reign." He mocks a bow and Amelia scoffs at our behavior.
We finish eating our grilled chicken sandwiches Nicolas made for us, and we talk and laugh for who knows how long.
We soon got tired of the strangers that passed through the kitchen looking at us weirdly for laughing or speaking too loudly. Soon I find myself in Amelia's room with Nicolas laughing on her bed as we do a mock fashion show for him like we used to do when we were younger.
I twirl and fall on the bed thanks to my dizzy state. Amelia laughs at my care free action and plops on the floor. With my father and theirs grooming us to be their heirs for the business we haven't been able to act this way in a long time. We're in our own little world, we don't even notice the door barging open.
"Aria." My eyes snap to his steel blue eyes. They rake over my white romper and I suddenly want to hide myself away from his gaze. Then his eyes dart to the spot next to me and I know I should run.
Nicolas sits up from the bed and walks over to help his sister up, "Is there something we could help you with? Or do you always barge into your guest's bedrooms like this?"
I flinch at Nicolas's tone, not because of his harshness but because I know Vincenzo could snap him like a twig if he saw fit. Luckily Vincenzo doesn't acknowledge Nicolas's remark as he keeps his eyes on me.
"I need to see you in my office," Nicolas and Amelia take a step, "Alone."
I nod my head but keep it high, so my friends don't see the effect he has on me. I walk out of the room slowly and Vincenzo keeps a steady pace ahead of me. Once we are out of their hallway, and closer to his office I can feel myself start to shrink.
"Tell me Aria, what time is it?" The click of his office door closing makes me flinch with nervousness. I look across the room to see his clock.
"Four fifty-six." I look down at my hands. Why am I so intimidated by him? His strong jawline, and his expensive suit makes him look older and more serious. I just want to crawl over and smooth out the frown lines slowly starting to show on his beautiful face.
"And when do you normally eat lunch?" Shoot! That's what I forgot to do. He couldn't truly be mad at me for forgetting to eat lunch with him, could he?
I stay quiet, unsure if his question is rhetorical. His longe strides take him to his desk and he sits with a deep sigh. He rubs his face in his hands and a loose strands of his midnight hair falls across his forehead. "Did you at least eat?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Come here." He pats his leg and I think he might actually be calm now. I sit in his lap, still unsure what his reaction would be.
His grip tightens on my bare thigh and the other finds its way to my hair. I hiss at the unexpected roughness, but the pain isn't unbearable.
"Do you know what it's like to wait for you all day only to learn that you are not sleeping and deliberately ignored my request to find me for lunch?" His grip slowly tightens, and his jaw is tense, "Then to find you laying in a bed with that boy, wearing something as revealing as this."
His tone becomes harsh and I want to cower away to avoid his wrath. "I- I'm sorry Daddy. I was going to surprise you with lunch but then Amelia ran into me and begged me to spend time with her and I- I lost track of time."
"Then maybe I should teach you a lesson to ensure it doesn't happen again, yeah?" His stubble grazes against my ear and causes a shiver to roll down my spine.
"Do you think I should punish you baby?" My eyes begin to swell with tears knowing how disappointed he is having to punish me after he gave me the rules this morning.
"Ye- Yes Daddy."
He hums in approval, "Why do you think I should punish you?"
"Because I broke rules 1, 8, a-and 9." I look down avoiding his gaze, ignoring the fact that rule 3 is to look at him when speaking to him.
He sighs and slowly rubs his hand up and down my thigh, "It is your first punishment, and although I had hoped it wouldn't be so soon, I suppose I will go easy on you, just this once. Turn around and lay over my knee."
I suddenly want to run in embarrassment. As I bend over his knee I know he has full view of my white lace underwear thanks to my short romper.
"I want you to count for me baby." Before I can answer his firm hand lands on my left cheek.
I wince but manage to speak, "One, Daddy."
Another comes down on my right cheek and I count until we get to twenty. My bum hurts and I have to hold back my tears, but I can't help but feel the wetness that formed in between my legs. Vincenzo rubs a cooling lotion on me as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear.
He lifts me up to straddle him, and he smiles, "You did so good principessa, I'm proud of you for taking your punishment so well."
I snuggle into him, resting my head in the crook of his neck, feeling myself slip away. He starts to bounce his knee but stops when a yawn escapes my lips.
He chuckles and shakes his head, "My sleepy baby."
I blush, I honestly don't know where that yawn came from I've slept all day. Laughing and joking with Nicolas and Amelia must've worn me out a bit. "How about we head to the kitchen so I can get something to eat yeah?"
My eyes widen. He really hasn't eaten lunch yet? Now I instantly feel bad again. He carries me down stairs, and it instantly becomes louder.
"Hey boss, we got some information on the uh..." An awkward cough erupts from the man in front of Vincenzo, and I keep my head deep in the crook of Vincenzo's neck feeling like I'm intruding, "the case."
"Give it to Stephano then, I'm busy."
"Stephano? Are you sure?"
I can feel Vincenzo tense under me. Wrong move dude. Any blind person can see Vincenzo is not a man to be questioned. But he huffs out a breath, as if he's trying to stay calm for my sake, "Yes. If he wants to learn and follow in my footsteps, then he must be given some reasonability around here."
Once again, it's quiet as we enter the kitchen and he sets me on the counter. I whimper involuntarily escapes my lips making Vincenzo smirk, "It's okay principessa, I'm just going to make me some lunch then I'll carry you again." I blush realizing how clingy I'm being. How has he affected me so much? I used to laugh with my cousins as they'd talk about their crazy clingy girlfriends. Now I'm with a man that I've only know for a short while and I already miss his touch.
"Would you like some?" He hands me a spoonful of peanut butter and I smile ready to accept it. He leans over to give it to me but then swiftly swipes it across my nose. "Ugh Daddy!" I stare at him in shock and disbelief and his hearty laugh reverberates through the kitchen.
He hands me a napkin and I playfully glare at him. He finishes making us some food, humming and making his efforts to make me laugh as he roams the kitchen. I like seeing this new silly side of him. It makes me feel so happy and comfortable with him.
And I will never get tired of the shit eating grin he seems to only show around me.