𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

Encounters.

(First Edit)

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

"Who's my beautiful princess?" Valentino murmured, his lips leaving wet kisses on my neck while his arms were wrapped around me from behind, holding me to his chest. I fidgeted on his lap, the bulge in his pants pressing up against my ass and grazng my pussy even through my dress.

He clamped his teeth down on my skin and repeated the question, impatience leaking into his tone. Conceding, I turned my face to gaze into his eyes. "I am. I'm your beautiful princess."

He gave a nod of approval and resumed kissing my neck. I moaned and leaned into him, enjoying his touch — his heated, teasingly sensual touch — as well as the quiet, peaceful ambiance.

"There's my big bro!"

Whoops, spoke too soon.

Pattering down the stairs with Sabrina and Dad behind him, Damen skidded to a half in front of us, seconds before he collided with the coffee table.

"What do you want Damen?" Valentino asked as he removed his face from my neck, irritation written all over his features.
"I just wanted to see what you and my sis-in-law were up to," he shrugged and plopped down next to Sabrina who had a wide awake Gia nestled in her arms.

"As you can clearly see we're busy. So scram," Valentino said as he continued kissing me.
"Come on bro, I'm bored," Damen groaned.
"There's a whole fucking gaming room upstairs as well as a home theatre. Not to mention a library, a tennis court and a home gym. Find other ways to amuse yourself other than pissing me off."

I smiled and connected our lips once more while his hands explored my body, digging into my hips as I moaned softly. Reaching behind him I started running my fingers through his hair, pulling at the strands to deepen the kiss.

It didn't last long though. Soon we were forced to detach a second time by the ringing of the doorbell. Valentino groaned and opened his eyes, annoyed at having been disturbed. "Who the fuck visits other people's homes on New Year's Day?"

I giggled and slid off his lap as Carol went to answer the door. Seconds later she came to stand in front of us. "Begging your pardon Don, but you have a guest."

"Who is it?" Valentino inquired. "Xavier and his parents? Carson and Nicole? It can't be Theo, the man doesn't knock, he just enters like he owns the place. Quel bastardo maleducato."
(The rude bastard)

I smiled. Despite the seemingly hostile words, there was no real anger behind it. Valentino loved Theodore like a brother and vice versa. The two of them were thick as thieves, the same as Adella and I. That kind of friendship is rare with so very few people having the strength or the will to sustain it.

Turning to Carol I nodded towards the door. "Who's at the door?"
"Mr Owen Murphy," she responded.
"Who is Owen Murphy?"
"He's the right hand man to Nolan O'Brien, the leader of the Irish Mob," Valentino explained. "One of the many in New York."

"I wonder what old man Donovan wants?" Damen wondered.
"Let's find out. Carol let him in," Dad instructed.

She nodded and went to open the door for Owen. When he entered the room I took note of his features. Tall with an angular facial structure, blue-green eyes and wavy hair with dark brown highlights. His scruff was neatly trimmed and he was wearing a knitted turtleneck and dark jeans with a camel coat.

"Owen, what a pleasant surprise," Valentino rose off his seat to shake his hand and we all followed his lead.
"It's very nice to see you as well Don Valentino," Owen greeted with a respectable nod.
"So tell me, what can I do for you?"