The Italian's Fake Fiancée

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For a good ten seconds, he stood, rendered speechless by surprise before pure hot loathing eroded his face, and he covered the remaining distance separating them, folding his arms over his chest, assuming a menacing stance, and standing over her in the pool.

"Hello, Leonardo." Sultry, sleeky, and breathy, that was how her voice was.

Leo's expression tightened into one of disgust. "What are you doing here?" 

Seeing that, Lolita pouted and clicked her tongue. "What a way to welcome me. Didn't you miss me, Leonardo?" She smiled and swam to the edge of the pool, resting her hand on the porcelain tile and Leo got an excellent view of her breast. "It's just like old times you, and me alone in this big house."

Hearing those words, a rush of memories flooded Leo's brain. Of a 21-year-old him making out with Lolita in this very pool. His parents gone for a business trip and his sister out to work. 

In their absence, he had hosted a party. A little wild party where money spoke. A little while into the party, Lolita caught him alone in the pool and they had sex. The guests were not allowed on this side of the house, so it was safe for them, but she was allowed. 

Lolita was his girlfriend after all, or so he had thought. And she knew how to work him up.

Five years his senior and with more sexual experience than him to boast off. She knew things he didn't and knew just where to touch, what to say to bring him to the height of ecstasy.

What he didn't know was that she was willing to do all this as long as there was money to part with. It was later he found out everything was a lie, all the promises. She was just in there for the money.

Catching a glimpse of the white towel folded on the lounge in a shaded patio, Leo turned and picked it up from there. Standing in front of her again he extended the towel, "Get off the water." 

Lolita gave a sensual smile and back-peddled in the water. Then swam up to him and rested her arms on the surface. Water glistening off her skin, droplets clinging to her hair and eyelashes, her breast resting on the marble. "You haven't changed one bit, have you? Still worried I will catch a cold? Then why don't you come over here and wrap me with those big arms of yours. Surely they have grown bigger from the last time i saw them."

Leo flinched. He didn't want to be reminded of that. Of how hopelessly in love he used to be with her. Back then she often got drunk, and he was always the one to take care of her, to drive her home, and tend to her hangover. He had been attentive, very attentive, and caring. But apparently, she didn't want that. 

And he hated he was remembering it now, that she was making him. Leo's hand tightened into fists on the white towel. And he wanted to throw it at her, but he needed her out of the water and out of their property. 

After their break up, he had locked every memory. There had been no closure, in fact, it was at that point that he had run off to America. Seeing her now stirred up so many emotions in him he wasn't willing to handle. "Get out of the water now. Or I will make you."

There was something they said about first love. First loves are hard to forget. Well, he was realizing that now, but the difference was his first love left a bad taste in his mouth.

Somehow she took that as a challenge, running her hands on her wet hair and then curling the end in one finger. "What if I don't want to?"

What if you don't want to? Of course, he could go into the water and bring her out, but knowing Lolita, she would latch on to him and won't let go. It would be a long time before he would extricate himself and get off the water. Leo reasoned, not happy about that assessment.

"In that case, I will bring in the security team, not one, not two but many, to wrench you out of this water. Surely you do not want to see yourself being humiliated in front of so many strangers.

Her face paled. And for the first time, Leo realized how unsteady her arms were on the marble and how slightly she was swaying in the water. Was she drunk? His brows furrowed.

He let his eyes run down her body. From her pretty face, which doesn't seem to have aged the slightest to her voluptuous body, and then her sumptuous breast resting on the marble, and bent down on one knee cupping her chin. He gripped it and looked into her eyes. "You still haven't told me how you got to be in this pool."

In a single move, she detached her chin from his grip. "That's left for me to know and for you to worry about. She extended her hand. "Now, are you going to help me out of the water or not?" 

The words were spoken softly, so softly Leo worried she was up to something. But Leo didn't have time to think about that. He wanted her out of there, and he wanted her out of the water fast.

So even though it killed him, he grabbed her hand and drew her out of the water. But instead of going for the towel he held in his hand like he expected, instead, Lolita jumped his body.

Reflexes caused Leo to drop the towel in his hand and wrap his hand under her bottom to prevent them from falling from her weight and from the impulsiveness of that action. Meanwhile, Lolita used that opportunity and locked her arms around his neck, and forced opened his lips. 

When Leo realized what was happening, he barred his teeth, locking her tongue out. But that didn't stop her as she continued sucking at whatever part of his mouth she could get. His lower lips, his upper lips, and at the same process rubbed her big breast on him. 

Blood rushed downwards, and Leo felt himself stir.

Angry that his body had betrayed him in such a way, he tried to pull his mouth away from hers but she held the back of his head in a death grip so he removed his hand under her butt which had been supporting her weight on his body hoping she would lose her balance and slide down his body. Instead, Lolita tightened her leg behind his back, locking him in place.

Throwing his twenty-two years worth of home training out of the window, Leo grabbed her shoulders intent on wrenching her away from his body, however, in that instant, Lolita arched her back and threw her head back and moaned as though he had done something pleasurable to her with those hands of his he kept at her shoulder.

It dismantled Leo's action, and he paused in confusion. That was when he heard a very loud gasp behind him. Finally able to detach Lolita from his arms, he turned only to see his father, mother, Alberto, Rosa, and Paige all standing there in shock.

His eyes flickered to Paige, but she turned her lovely head away. Leo swallowed, feeling anxiety begin to slip slowly into him. Had he just lost his chances without even trying?