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

9. | The Parents |

I am not ready for this!

When Ollie claimed that she was ready for anything, she did─ not by any means ─had been ready for what stood in front of her. Prior to all this, she had been in her apartment, getting ready for Vitelli's arrival.

The overbearing and controlling man had texted her, saying I'll come pick you up in 20. And she had no idea where he had gotten his paws on her number. Ollie's personal number was known strictly to only a few people.

It had to do with the various threats she had been receiving regarding her acts to demolish the glitches in the adaptation system. Once she is within vacancy of the man, she was going to lecture him about invading her privacy.

The nerve of the man!

True to his word, Vitelli Cavelli was knocking on her door exactly 20 minutes later. Dressed to the nines in an Armani suit, he looked every bit the regal, ruthless businessman he is rumoured to be.

Ollie to her credit, did not let how much his appearance affected her show as she stepped out of the apartment casually. Both Dimitri and Luca were inside her room, out of sight, Dimitri had wanted to come out and let Vitelli hear a few ground rules but Luca intercepted him.

The two of them had gotten together to get her ready for her dinner with Vitelli Cavelli and his family. Dimitri did most of the work while Luca just commented here and there to appease both Ollie and his husband.

Dressed in the dress they had bought earlier, Dimitri had decided that she didn't need much make up, he had just applied red lipstick and powdered her face before declaring her ready. He had also packed a tube to red lipstick and a powder box in her purse along with a small bottle of perfume, mints and sanitiser, just in case. He'd told her.

Her hair was in an up do similar to the hairdo she had at the charity gala. Her earring were studs this time and she didn't bother with a necklace.

She effectively took Vitelli's breath away, which was another first. He had seen many women, some of them who were much good looking and more endowed than Ollie was, yet none of them brought such a reaction from him, and all the woman was doing was standing next to him in the most innocently provocative dress he'd ever seen.

I can't wait until I can get her out of that.

He grins at her and Ollie looks suspicious. He offers his hand and she takes it, Vitelli sensed her nervousness and her uncertainly just by her body language, a skill that came from dealing with rigid businessmen for the most part of his life. Compared to them, reading Olivia Clarkson seemed like looking at one's reflection through a clear mirror.

"Shall we, farfalle?" He asks as he leads her to the elevator. "That we shall Mr. Cavelli." Ollie grins as she steps into the elevator with Vitelli, the operator pressing the ground floor almost at once.

Ollie is the first to step out of the elevator and Vitelli halts in his steps at the sight of her pale, unmarked bare back. The dress was backless and he knew from how it dipped low, she was either wearing a thong or nothing at all. He hoped it was the latter, but considering it was Olivia, she'd probably wear a thong.

One thing was certain, she was not wearing a bra. She was going to kill him, Vitelli decided, keeping his brothers away from her will be a hard task indeed. Vitelli directs her to his car, this time, there is a driver who holds the door open for them both.

Ollie thanks him politely as he helps her inside and Vitelli sits down next to her a few seconds later. Once they are settled, the driver pulls out and drives away into the night.

"So how are your parents?" Ollie asks, despite not wanting to, she was nervous, it was a first for her since none of her previous boyfriends had taken her to visit their respective parents. Ollie didn't really know what to expect.

"They are fine. They'll like you." Vitelli provides causally, "It's just my brothers you need to look out for." He tells her.

"Brothers? You mentioned having siblings," She recalls their conversation at the restaurant. "How many do you have, exactly?" She asks.

"Seven actually. I'm the second oldest." Vitelli tells her. He didn't know why he was even telling her this.

It was awhile before the driver announced their arrival to their destination, which brings us back to Ollie's current predicament.

They were in the private part of the airport. In front of her was a private jet, the Cavelli Inc.'s private jet to be exact.

"You have to be kidding me." Ollie mumbles under her breath, "Just where do your parents live?" She asks.

"Italy." He replies and Ollie felt like stabbing herself. He was taking her to meet his parents, who were in Italy of all places. Was Vitelli crazy?

"Come on Olivia." He calls, halfway up the stairs already. "On my way..." She says and grabs on to his extended hand.

Once they are seated and the attendant leaves them be, Vitelli turns towards her. "Louis is the best pilot I've got, we are safe with him." He assures Ollie.

"Also while at my parents, call me by my given name." He tells her and Ollie nods.

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The flight to Italy wasn't really long. In fact, they could have gone by a helicopter if it weren't for their attires.

At the airport, there is another car waiting for them. It takes Ollie and Vitelli straight to a beautiful home on the boarder of the city, surrounded by a wonderful view.

"You grew up here?" Ollie whispers, if it looked this magical during the night, she can't imagine how it would look like during the day. It seemed like a wonderful, warm place to grow up.

"All seven of us." He laughs, "And our parents just adopted a fifteen year old orphan, his name is Thomas and he's autistic." Vitelli tells her, "He's wonderful really once you get to know him, does wonders with the piano." He adds.

The driver opens the door and Vitelli steps out first before helping Ollie out. They are greeted immediately by an old bulter. "Master Vitelli, welcome home. Your brothers and parents are already at the dining table. If you'll follow me, miss." He nods at them.

"It's quite fine, I know my way around my own house." He tells the butler and Ollie frowns.

Vitelli turns to Ollie and places his hands behind her back and leads her towards the dining room. While he leads her away, Ollie turns back and silently mouths a thank you and a sorry to the butler.

When they both step into the dining room, an older woman, as regal and important looking as Vitelli makes her way to him, behind her is a man, his hair slightly greying, he looks a lot like Vitelli.

"Vitelli! Caro! Welcome home!" The woman, who Ollie assumes to be his mother hugs him tight before pressing a kiss to his cheek. Then her attention focuses on Ollie. Her eyes are a deep blue.

She asses Ollie once before pulling her to a hug as well. "This is new." She says as she steps back, "You never bring any girl home, tell me cara, what is your name?" She asks curiously.

"Olivia Clarkson," Vitelli interrupts. "Olivia, this is my Mama, Juliette and my Papa Lucian." Vitelli introduces his parents, his father places a polite kiss on top of her hand before he places his hand on his wife's back much like Vitelli was doing to her.

"Now that we've established that, Nikolas, why aren't there any other females in this room other than my mother and Olivia?" Vitelli demands and a man who looks much like Vitelli grins widely.

"You know brother, I didn't actually expect you to bring along a date when I made up that little lie." He rubs the back of his head and Ollie swore that Vitelli's ears turned red.

Well this was awkward.