Bella Mafia

Chapter 3

The flight attendant came and woke me up.  We were exactly one hour away from landing in Las Vegas.  I stretched, looking around for nona and spotted her talking poor James' ear off.  I wondered if the woman even slept any more.

Unfastening my seat belt, I walked over to where they were sitting, leaned down and kissed her on the head.  "How did you sleep my dear?" she asked kindly.  I shrugged.  "It was okay I guess.  I'm going to go change and freshen up" I told her walking towards the back of the plane.

One thing about nona, she never did anything half ass.  This plane had everything.  A huge bedroom and bathroom, full kitchen and the part of the plane where you sit had very luxurious leather bound seats.

I pulled my suitcase onto the bed and opened it.  Nona had been very specific when she had given me the garment bag.  She wanted me to wear it for our night on the town.  I sighed.  How could I disappoint the old gal?  I knew she meant well, but sometimes I just wished...

Never mind.  It didn't matter what I wished for or what I wanted, someone else was always there shoving their wants and needs on to me. 

I unzipped the bag and took out the dress.  I will say this for nona and her personal shopper, they knew what I liked and they knew the styles.

It was a black body con dress with the huge flowy sleeves that were made of see-through lace.  There was a dip in the front, not enough to be hoochie wear, but classy and showed just enough cleavage to keep them guessing.

I pulled out my six inch strappy heels.  They were completely open, except for the straps that went across the tops of my feet and the strap that wrapped around my ankles.  I loved these kinds of heels, they looked very sexy on my feet and made my legs look like they went on for days.

Now for the worst part of it all.  My makeup.  It never failed, get all made up and the men were like bees to honey.  Even James would look at me like he wanted to eat me for his next meal.

I didn't need much, to be honest.  I had flawless skin and so I just wore powder, blush, red lips tonight, eye liner, heavy on that and lots of mascara.  I had naturally long eye lashes and when you put two or three coats of mascara on them, they went for miles.

I pulled out my perfume, Calvin Klein's Eternity for Women, I never wore anything else and I loved it.  It made me feel feminine and who doesn't like to feel that way, I ask you?

I decided to leave my hair down and plugged in my straightener, just enough to fix where I'd been laying on it earlier.  Once everything was done and I was ready, I looked myself over in the mirror.

I don't know what was wrong with me, but whenever I looked in the mirror, I only saw someone that was significantly flawed.  I couldn't explain why, it was just how I felt.

I transferred some essentials into my clutch and when I had unplugged, packed and put everything away, I went back out to join nona and see if she would tell me anything else about what our trip to Vegas meant.

"Cara, sei bellisima (Darling, you look beautiful)!" my nona told me as soon as I made my appearance.  Even James made a quiet comment about how I looked.

"Grazie, nona" I replied demurely.  James was starting to make me feel a little uncomfortable as he continued to stare at me.

When I'd had enough, I excused myself to go grab a drink.  I needed something to settle my nerves.  I was just about to go sit back down with nona, when I felt a very muscled body right in behind mine.  And that scent.  I would know it anywhere.

I knew it was James.  There was no other man on this plane who's body felt like that.  I felt his hot breath on my neck and his erection poking into my behind.

"James..."I started to say but was silenced quickly by him.  "You know you want me, bella, just like I want you" his deeply accented voice whispered.  I shook my head.  "James this can never be.  It can never be anything other than what it is now and you know why" I hissed.

Trying to move away from him was another feat in itself.  He was huge.  Well over six feet tall, worked out like a maniac so he was built, solid muscle.  He had dark black hair that he wore slicked back, dark brown eyes and there was nothing sexier than him in a suit.

I had wanted him at one time and had pursued him.  At first he showed no interest but then he started reciprocating the sentiments and we started going out, behind my father's back, I might add.

He was the first and last man that I ever let into my life.  I was twenty-two and still a virgin.  I thought I was in love with him and gave in one night when we were making out in his room.

I slept with him, giving him my heart and virginity.  Not even two hours later, I caught him with one of the show girls from the club that my father had an interest in and that was it.  He broke my heart into little tiny pieces and let the wind take them away.

It took two years to just be civil to him once again.  We barely spoke and that was just please, thank you, etc.  I had no desire to put myself out there like that again.  I was right.  All men are like my father.

"You are never going to forgive me for that night, are you?" he asked angrily.  I shook my head.  "I can't James and you would have felt the same way if you had walked into a club and found me on my knees servicing someone.  How do you think I felt watching that bitch suck you off?  

Knowing that you had just been with me hours before that?  I did everything I could to keep you in my bed but you still wandered.  I can't and won't do that again.  It was too painful."  I was not going to cry.  Not over him.

Sighing and running his hand through his hair, he backed off and gave me some space.  Leaning down, he placed a longing kiss on my check.  When our eyes met again, I could see the pain in his eyes.

Pain that wasn't caused by me, it was pain that he put there himself because he had the best thing ever in his life and he let it go for a single blow job.  I hoped the cost was worth it.

I watched him turn around and go back to where nona was.  I could still see him from where I was standing and even though nona was talking to him, his eyes never left mine.

Maybe, if it had been a different time or place, I would have given in to him and it might have been two years ago but I still remember every single detail of his sinful body and what he felt like in bed.  That was what I missed the most.  The intimacy.

Throwing back the rest of my bourbon, I smoothed out my dress, licked my lips and walked back and took my seat beside nona as we prepared for landing.

I listened to the whirring of the landing gear as they came down and soon the plane shook and shuddered a bit as the wheels touched the ground.  We'd made it.  Las Vegas!

I was starting to get just a little excited but I couldn't be sure if it was the liquor or just getting out of New York that spurred me on.  At any rate, I made a decision to enjoy myself no matter what.

Besides, what could happen?  And you know what they always say...What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!