To Intrigue a Cavelli [The Seven Cavelli Brothers #1]

0. | Prologue |

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Hello fellow wattpadians!! This is the prologue/ filler of my dreamed up TSCB Series, To Intrigue a Cavelli. First of all, my exams are still NOT finished but I decided to write because I wanted to see how far this can actually go! Enjoy!!!

Dedicated to Banana2Boo for being the first to comment and vote! Lots of Love!!

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The sound of groans went through the empty apartment. Vitelli looked down at the woman writhing beneath him as he thrust into her relentlessly. Her name was long forgotten and laid somewhere in the back of his lust driven mind.

She had been another one of those notches in his bed post, she was another faceless woman, a form of primitive release sought out by every hot blooded male on the planet.

She had come up to him at the party one of his business associates had thrown for him, she had been dressed classy but seductive enough to provoke more than a handful of men in attendance.

She moaned when he pressed against a particular spot inside her, arching her back and thrusting her naked flesh up in an offering yet he made no effort to take up. The pale pink buds atop her creamy breasts did not entice the burning lust in his veins and loins unlike hers.

Vitelli finished off with a pleased grunt, satisfied yet quite not, he was confounded by the revelation that while he had emptied himself into the plastic sheathe while inside the nameless woman, he was thinking of another, he was thinking of her-- Olivia Clarkson.

His musing were interrupted when his night's companion tilted her head up, offering her red stained lips for a kiss, he denied her, which was so unlike him. It seemed that ever since that incidence, all he could think about was Olivia's lips and Olivia's body. She had somehow fascinated him, baited him, she intrigued him beyond his level of comprehension.

Dismissing his companion, he instructed her to make herself presentable and leave while he dressed, as she did so, he had watched the woman with a critical eye. The  difference between Olivia and his usual preference in women, including the one currently dabbing at her lips infront of the mirror, was striking.

Vitelli assumed that it had been Olivia's striking charisma and indifference that had him training his eyes on her alone. It was different from the ploy women usually played to catch his eye, Miss Clarkson had truly seemed uninterested by him or she was a great actress. 

It was annoyingly confusing, and Vitelli Cavelli did not take lightly to being confused, he abhorred being confused, it was an unfamiliar feeling, one he wanted to be free of. Olivia had been rather aloof of his presence, she was dismissive and had failed to take a second look at him other than one heated glance upon introduction, she had not made a move to bed, much less talk to him.

It wasn't long before he was out and away from both the apartment and the woman inside. 

Tapping absently on the steering wheel while drifting somewhere between reality and his thoughts, Vitelli drove through the busy streets of New York in his Audi, he was so preoccupied that he almost missed the small feminine figure hailing for a taxi. The key word being almost.

Amused, he inwardly decided that the universe worked in weird ways, after all how much of a coincidence it could be that he ran into the very woman occupying his thoughts since the moment they'd met.

Parking a few feet away, Vitelli decided that it was time to test just how intrigued he was with her. Opening the door of his car, Vitelli stepped out, aviators already at work, and made his way towards the woman he had unconsciously claimed as his. And Olivia Clarkson appeared to be a very appealing prize indeed. 

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Stay tuned for the next update!!

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