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

3. | First Date |

Well though I said I wouldn't update, I thought I should give all those who gave the story a chance a treat. So here it is, Chapter Three. VOTE and tell me what you think through COMMENTS! If you have any questions, I would love to answer them!

Happy Thanks Giving by the way for those who celebrate it! :D

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Ollie had forced herself not to give into her raging hormones as she made her way back stage, signaling the end of her bidding. As far as her sex deprived mind could remember, Deborah had said that the winners would come and collect their respective partners for the night back stage after their auction was complete.

The growing nervousness in the pit of her stomach was a horrible combination to all the alcohol she'd consumed and Ollie forced herself to hold the contents of her stomach in. She smiled at all who came up to her to congratulate her in managing to wing a Cavelli and Vitelli Cavelli no less but for the life of her, Ollie wasn't feeling at all lucky nor accomplished like when she manages to go through an effortless rescue.

This wasn't the normal Olivia Clarkson, no this was a nervous wreck, the normal Ollie Clarkson would be kicking ass and not giving a shit. Normally she wouldn't even be attracted by men like Vitelli no matter how good looking they are. Hell, Vitelli seemed like a different species for Ollie. It was a first that she was so caught up on a man.

"Shall we?" A husky voice, which Ollie managed to identify as Vitelli's rang behind her and she turned around, her resolve already built up. She was going to go through this night like the true Ollie Clarkson would.

She placed her hand in Vitelli's offered one and smiled, the fake one reserved for the media and occasionally some people. "Of course Mr. Cavelli," She told him graciously, "After all, you did win me for the night, at a baffling price might I add." She bit the insides of her cheek as he led them back to the party which was going in full swing.

The first to greet them was an old man, dressed to the nines like all the youngsters present, a warm grin on his face as he regarded them. "Ah, Vitelli, It's rather unusual for you to participate in event like this," He smiled, as he eyed Ollie up and down, in a gentle non-threatening way, "But I can see why you did though." Ollie blushed, biting the insides of her cheeks again.

"That I do Mr. Clements," Vitelli's voice was mysterious, "That I do." He looked at Ollie from the corner of his eyes and smiled crookedly, a half smile. "Now if you'll excuse us, I'd like to enjoy the night with my date." With that said, Vitelli had gently maneuvered Ollie into the mass of attendees.

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The unceremonious trip Ollie took to the bathroom proved to be rather fruitless as she fixed herself in front of the mirror, the earlier conversation she had with a red headed woman repeating through her mind, it wasn't something she wasn't aware of but Ollie was blown by just how ready she was to spend a night with him before the red head had intervened.

"You know," The woman was dressed in a skimpy outfit, it wasn't concealing much of her goods either. "He'd just sweet talk you for a few minutes and take you straight to bed." The woman blew smoke out of her crimson lips into the balcony air.

"It's always like that, I would know," She continued, "Vitelli is, after all, a Cavelli, and they are never easy. I'm just warning you," She smiled nastily for a moment and sized Ollie up, "After all, you aren't exactly his usual preference, average breasts, wide hips and fat thighs and all."

For a moment, Ollie thought about slapping her but decided she wouldn't steep so low, the woman wasn't worth it. "He likes big breasts, small hips and thin thighs." She told Ollie before flipping her red hair and walking away, the tick tack sound of her heels resounding.

It was the exact moment Vitelli returned, a drink in hand. Ollie had drowned it in one go and excused herself to the toilet.

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The moment Vitelli offered to take them to a more secluded place for dinner, My treat he'd said as though he was doing her a favor, Ollie's mouth filled with a bitter taste. Alarm bells resounded but she'd agreed nonetheless, after all, he'd pay a hefty sum to win her company for the night.

The dinner was at a fancy restaurant and Ollie enjoyed the meal, but Vitelli barely spoke about himself, he seemed more interested in her and avoided answering any major questions about himself, a secretive man. Ollie decided.

"So Olivia, tell me about yourself," He started while they both cut into their meals for the night. "Well," Ollie started after taking a moment to appreciate the wonderful flavors wreaking havoc on her taste buds, "I'm 26, and a full-fledged pediatrician, as Deborah had already said. I like books as much as I like kids." Ollie decided that it was safe to be brief.

Vitelli nodded as though he was genuinely interested, "Do you have any siblings? Family? A boyfriend?" He pried. "Yeah, I got an older brother who's a Marine, on his fourth tour actually, three sister's triplets and a little brother," Ollie told him fondly.

"But I think asking whether I have a boyfriend is a bit too personal on a first date yes?" She grinned knowing full well that Vitelli knew she was single, it was a requirement for being part of the auction.

The rest of the dinner went smoothly and Ollie ended up slightly drunk with a tipsy stomach after dancing two waltz with Vitelli.

On the way to Vitelli's Ollie had puked over him and the expensive car before passing out. It seemed it wasn't her day.

It wasn't how Vitelli had planned the night to turn out. Since he had no idea where she lived and it was too late, Vitelli decided to take her home; to his house, another first among many.

With the woman passed out on the passenger seat of his Audi, Vitelli tried not the pay heed to the smell of vomit lingering inside his baby.

He had asked his housekeeper, Martha to clean her up while he took and shower and place her in his room. Since he had no clothes for a woman, Martha had dressed Ollie up in a pair of his boxers and an old shirt. Vitelli had no choice but to spend his night in his guestroom.

He's got her in his home, not just how he wanted.

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There you have it! I'll probably edit the whole chapter in a few. I'm not satisfied and it's like 2 in the morning and I'm drowsy as hell. So VOTE and COMMENT and tell me what you think!