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

7. | Intoxicating Kiss |

It would seem that I'm on a roll! XD 

'I'm simple, you're the only one who thinks I'm complicated.'

-Chasing Red, Isabelle Ronin

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Ollie was trying her damn best not to squirm, but the pure masculine scent of his was driving her near mad, it was a sweet scent, a deadly scent a dangerous one. Now if only she could make up her mind whether to kiss him senseless and let herself become another notch in his bedpost or pretend that the sizzling attraction wasn't there and keep her dignity intact. 

She didn't want to loose her 'I've-never-had-a-one-night-stand' title to Vitelli Cavelli, actually she wouldn't mind losing it to him but, it wasn't the point.

The car ride was same as the one to dinner on the eve of the gala, quiet with the classic music blaring through the speakers. If Ollie were to express her honest opinion, the millionaire's choice of music simply sucked for the lack of a better word. She was more of an upbeat, Demi Lovato, Elle Goulding and Evanescence kind of girl.

Ollie had been spared tossing directions when Vitelli informed her that he had the venue saved in his GPS from the last time he'd dropped her there.

He had also taken it upon himself and had looked her up the moment she'd left the morning after. He had learnt nothing of particular interest but did find her apartment number among various other things.

Vitelli parked the car and got out, Ollie too had done the same and Vitelli found himself wondering again if she'd ever wait for him to open the door for her. "Thank you again," Ollie started with a smile.

"You say thank you too often, farfalla." Vitelli tells her as he starts towards the underground elevator. Getting into it, he waits until the woman gets in before nodding at the operator didn't need to know which floor they needed to get off on.

"You don't really have to see me off you know Mr. Cavelli." Ollie tells him as they reach the third floor, the elevator stops and dings before opening and allowing people to walk in, a young man, in his early twenties walks in, animatedly chatting with his friend.

"True," Vitelli answers her as they wait patiently, "But I do what I want, farfalla." He tells her and honestly, Ollie has nothing to say to that.

The men got off at the ninth floor, leaving both of them alone again. This particular elevator ride seemed like the longest in her life and Ollie was more than thankful when it dinged and announced their arrival.

"You know Olivia," Vitelli draws as they walk out of the elevator, he signals the operator to wait as he walks Ollie to her apartment number until they both are standing in front of her door, "You still owe me that one night dinner, sí?" He says and Ollie narrows her eyes, not knowing where he was taking this.

"I want you to come with me to my parents," He tells her as he gauges her reaction carefully, "It is going to be held next Sunday." He watches as confusion takes over her features, "My mother isn't in best health, and she has asked for a family dinner. It would be valid compensation for my ruined car." He reminds her.

"Say yes." He coaxes her as he leans in, eyeing her lips as she bites them as she thinks it over in her head. "I'm sorry Mr. Cavelli, but I do not think that I am..." She is stopped mid sentence when Vitelli captures her lips with his, gently pinning her to her closed door, one hand cups the side of her face in a gentlest of caresses while the other rests on the material of her door.

Using the hand cupping her face to tip her head slightly, he angles his face and deepens the kiss, biting on and nibbling on her bottom lip, until a moan bubbles out from her, having gotten the entrance he wanted, his tongue dwells in and the kiss turns from sweet, gentle seduction to hot and sizzling, as Vitelli kisses her, Ollie return the favor with fervor as the knots of desire in her stomach grows and becomes tighter.

When Vitelli releases her bottom lip with a slight pop, she is breathless and drugged, her brain sent to orbit around Earth as a result of his hot kiss and his intoxicating kiss. "Say yes, farafalla." He whispers against her lips.

Too jumbled and aroused to think straight, Ollie nods her head. The Cavelli responds by kissing her cheek and walking away towards the elevator, his grey eyes gleaming. "Wear something nice." He calls over his shoulder as he gets into the elevator.

Still in a slight daze not ever having left with unsteady knees just from a mere kiss, Ollie opens the door of her apartment and walks in. Shutting the door behind her, she leans into it, her hand automatically going to her lips.

Realization of what happened dawned upon her.

Just what did she agree to?

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Short I know but here it is! Tell me what you think!