Mrs. Armani

Chapter 40

chapter 40

3 years ago

Vittoria was almost not going to make it to the party, but at the last minute she ended up at the party with a champagne flute in her hand, the jazz music played in the background.

Vittoria stared out into the open space of her parent's backyard, built palatially, with a pool large enough to accommodate an entire party, and a her mother's perfectly manicured tulip garden.

Another party.

More champagne spilled. More gossip passed around amongst the people of the highest income bracket. Everyone was dressed to the nines.

The sound of the chatter behind her almost drowned out, but a hand on her shoulder brought her back to reality. "Babe, this lasagna is fucking balls." Gianni said as she stuffed a bite full of it in her mouth.

"You need to try it." Gianni said, her mouth full. Vittoria chuckled, "you've tempted me enough."

Suddenly whispers spread across the spacious living room, the guests all looked in one direction to the entrance.

It was a man, dressed out in a suave navy blue suit, he looked around lazily, people made way as he entered the room, their eyes surreptitiously glued to his every move, but he didn't bother with anyone.

It seemed as though he was looking for someone.

Vittoria frowned, "Who's that?" she whispered to Gianni.

"That's the sex god running Armani Industries- Nickolas Armani." Gianni said as she stared dreamily at him.

In fact all the females had the exact same reaction to him.

Vittoria couldn't deny, she herself felt so incredibly affected in his presence. the way one could imagine the outline of his muscles underneath that expensive suit, his eyes looked so calculated and his face gave away nothing.

Nickolas gaze drifted to Vittoria and stayed there.

Vittoria stilled.

His eyes sparkled for a moment, before they went back to the icy ferocity.

"Mr. Armani, it's an honour to have you here with us." Her mother's voice rang through the living room. Her mother was looking Nickolas with so much admiration.

He nodded at her mother.

People introduced themselves, some had the luck of shaking hands with Nickolas, but Nickolas eyes kept flickering towards her direction.

"Cousin, I'm incredibly bored." William appears from behind her, sipping on his champagne, putting an arm around her shoulders.

"So am I, but we'll just have to get on with it." She said turning to look at him.

"Why's that hulk in the navy blue suit, glaring at me, did I fuck his wife?" William said as he frowned.

"Lucky for you, he doesn't have one," Gianni quipped, "but he does have his eyes set on our Vittoria."

Vittoria turned around to look at Nickolas, and indeed he was glaring at them, his breathing had quickened, even from this distance, she could tell his nostrils were flared in rage.

She gulped.

William removed his arm from around Vittoria, as Gianni dragged him towards the bar, blabbering something about trying this new cocktail.

He said something to her mother and her mother turned to look at her.

What was going on?

Nickolas and her mother were walking in their direction.

"Mr. Armani, this is my daughter, Vittoria." Her mother said with a restrained smile, as though she was embarrassed to introduce Vittoria as her own daughter.

"Vittoria." He said with her in such a demanding yet intimate way, that Vittoria shuddered when he engulfed her hand in his.

His grip was firm and he didn't let go, as though relishing their contact.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Armani." She spoke politely.

"It's Nickolas to you." He said, his eyes looked to hers.

Her mother frowned, since he hadn't allowed anyone else to refer to him as Nickolas including her.

The jazz players started to play a lovely song that everyone was familiar with for couples, there were already a few on the dance floor.

"Well, Mr. Armani, why don't I introduce to my niece, Alana, she's a phenomenal girl." Her mother spoke.

"I would rather stay here with Vittoria." He said, his eyes not leaving Vittoria's.

Before her mom could say anything else, Nickolas spoke, extending a hand to Vittoria, "Dance with me."

Vittoria looked at his extended hand for a moment before her gaze drifted back to his face, and slowly she put her hand in his, he gripped it, it was almost as though she had said yes to something more than just a dance.

It's funny how fate plays out when you least expect something, when you don't even understand it. Vittoria almost was not going to come to this party, but perhaps it was fated that she did.

It was fated, as the moon shone that night, that two lovers were going to be dancing .

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I'm very sorry for such a late update! I have been sick this week, so I've been resting. But I'll try to update as much as I can! But please bear with me!