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

4. | Rain-check |

Ok I know, I know, but I just couldn't stop myself ya know? When ideas swarm, you just gotta let yourself get comfortable and just WRITE (or in this case, type) them down! So people, here it is, official chapter four!!

'The reason I close my eyes every day and feel at peace,

you are what I return to everyday: you are home.'

-Reehan to me when I asked him what I mean to him on a whim.

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Ollie woke up, disoriented and with a massive headache, something she isn't familiar with. She stretched, the mattress fuzzy and warm as the royal blue duvet she was snuggled into. Sunlight streamed from the windows and managed to give off a mysterious aura when the rays bounced off the white and blue colored walls. A neatly kept bookshelf was kept secured on the wall, filled with various classics.

All that combined, this room, the room she was currently in WAS NOT hers! Ollie sat up straight, gasping, trying to recall whatever had happened the previous night. She recalled the dance, the nonstop consumption of alcohol and finally passing out after puking all over Vitelli and his precious car.

She groaned, bringing a hand to her throbbing head, this was why she stayed clear from alcohol, despite it being champagne, she had zero tolerance. Even while drinking glass after glass, she knew it was only a matter of time before she passed out or puked or did both. Unfortunately, it seemed that this time Vitelli was on the receiving end.

Throwing off the covers, she was greeted by her body chad in nothing but Calvin Klein boxers and an old white dress shirt, no bra and she had skipped out on panties for the evening. She was going to give him an earful, millionaire or not, he had no right to see her in any state of undress.

That exact moment, the door opened and Vitelli walks in, chad in a pair of PJ bottoms and his chest bare. Ollie had seen her fair share of half-naked men but none of them seemed to compare with the Adonis in front of her. Suddenly, her throat felt dry as an Arabian Sahara. Slowly, she trailed her eyes from the prominent, broad shoulders, down to his pecs, she followed the subtle line of hair to his wash board abs and took a detour to take in his muscular arms, biceps flexing as he worked to dry his hair from the small towel he had.

She again continued and followed the happy trail until it disappeared into this boxers. "How did you sleep?" Vitelli asks as he hands her a tray, it had a cup of streaming hot coffee, toast and scrambled eggs. Ollie choose to ignore the question but took the tray in gratitude.

"Who changed my clothes?" She demanded, narrowing her eyes, "Martha." He replied, "My housekeeper." He clarified and she seemed relieved and he found it amusing. Ollie nodded, almost to herself and stood up, her back straight, head facing straight forward.

"Toilet." She raised a brow. This was the woman who had him hardening at the mere sight of her, the confident, self-assured woman he saw at the charity gala. Vitelli nodded, not finding quite the right words. "There's some spare tooth brushes in the cabinet. You can use my paste." He offered and she nodded.

No matter how hard he tried to ignore the fact that the white shirt was showing her nipples and he could distinctively make out the chocolate color of her areolas. Vitelli was, after all a hot blooded male and this woman had him twitching in his pants at the mere thought of what would greet him if he were to tear the shirt.

"Thank you." Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts and Vitelli nodded as she closed the door shut, the sound of the lock clicking in place greeted him a few seconds after. When he was sure that the woman was out of sight, he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more and let out a sign.

What's happening to me?

Ollie found the brush Vitelli mentioned, along with another 12 or so brushed, all still in their boxes, price tags and all. The shower however, Ollie fell in love with immediately upon laying her eyes on it. She'd love to strip naked and just melt under that, but first things first, her stomach was grumbling.

Ollie flushed the toilet first, an odd habit she picked up from having a little brother who doesn't do it. After finishing her business and washing up, she grabbed the tooth brush, throwing the wrapper into the bin underneath the washing basin. She applied the paste and started brushing.

After washing her face and drying it, she came out, she was greeted by Vitelli, sitting casually on the side of his bed, the breakfast tray next to him, he looked awfully alluring with one leg on the bed and the other down. He looked up when he heard the door opening and his grey eyes swirled with an emotion she couldn't place.

"Breakfast?" He offered and Ollie nodded.

She sat down back on the bed, grabbing the tray, she grabbed the toast, craving her usual spread of Nutella along with the toast. She took a bite and swallowed with the coffee and moaned. It had got to be the best homemade coffee she'd ever had!

Her moan did things to Vitelli and she stood up, half in mind to walk away, he made it past the bed post but crawled back up, he grinned mischievously at the wide eyed Ollie, frozen in mid bite. He took a generous bite off her toast, the one still in hand, "Finish up and get dressed, you're new clothes are in the wardrobe, the old ones smell like vomit." He whispered, moving back. Very aware of her nipples.

"I'll meet you down stairs." He added and closed the door. Ollie replaced the toast, now it had two bites on either side, her appetite suddenly gone. Butterflies wreaked havoc in her stomach.

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She came back down, dressed in the peach colored sleeveless top, brown jacket, leggings and the previous night's heels. Vitelli even had a bag in the wardrobe, all with labels though the price tag was missing.

"You look nice." Vitelli offered, he looked very different dressed in a pair of jeans and a white long sleeved shirt, aviators resting on top of his head. "Thank you for the clothes and your hospitality." Ollie nodded in thanks, "I'll make sure to return the clothes, where is Martha?" Ollie inquired, wanting to thank her personally.

"Don't bother," Vitelli told her, leading her towards the elevator. "The clothes are yours, keep them. Martha already left." He replied as the doors closed. "Thank her for putting up with the trouble will you? The coffee was marvelous too." Ollie told Vitelli, desperately trying to ignore the tension between them. Even with the distance, Ollie could smell his masculine scent, it was making her dizzy with desire.

"That's what I pay her to do." He answered and Ollie got somewhat annoyed. It was her policy to thank people no matter how little they do. "Yes, but it doesn't mean you don't thank her for her services." She retorted and Vitelli stared at her for a few moments from the corner of his eye.

What is she doing to me?

"I'll take note of that." He told her as he led her to his car, this time, it was an SUV, the Audi nowhere in sight. "Where's the Audi?" She asked as she opened the door of the passenger's seat and got in, much to Vitelli's amusement.

"At the cleaners. I had to get rid of the smell." He grinned and started the car.

The ride to Ollie's apartment was awfully quite, they both listening to the music from the speakers. "Thank you again Mr. Cavelli." Ollie told him once he stopped the car in front of her apartment complex.

"Vitelli," He reminded her, "My pleasure Olivia." He husked and Ollie suppressed another shiver, the way this man says her name, it's like a sensual caress.

"Although you do owe me an actual date," He handed her a card and drove off. She stared at him and the card for a few moments before making her way to the gate, the guard, Mr. Jefferson allowing entrance almost immediately.

What an eventful morning.

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