Bella Mafia

Chapter 12

(continuation from Chapter 11)

I could vaguely remember someone picking me up, talking softly to me and telling me that everything would be okay.

Deep down I knew it was Vincenzo but with the two glasses of bourbon and all of the crying, I was an emotional wreck, therefore exhausted and just couldn't be bothered to do anything other than lay in his arms and let him care for me.

This was going to be my life anyway, him taking care of me.  Might as well let him get started, I mused with myself in my drunken state.

I was surrounded by warmth, from his suit jacket as well as his body and it felt comforting.  I couldn't explain it but it did.  I had wanted this from someone for such a long time that I couldn't bring myself to be mad about the situation.

Well, maybe I was mad a little, okay a lot at my father and mother, kind of at nona and I wanted to be furious with Vincenzo but I found myself not being able to think one ugly thought about him, at least right now anyway.

I knew he and I were going to have to sit down, when I wasn't plastered, and talk about all of this again, rationally.  I guess I needed to know what was expected of me because I sure as hell didn't need to add all of that angst on top of everything else I was going through.

I felt him dipping down and then my back came into contact with the softest surface I'd ever felt in my life.  Then I felt his finger run down the side of my face as he sighed, pulling off my heels and then exiting the room.

Not caring where I was for the moment, I decided to just close my eyes and let sleep take me.  Not only would I think better after some rest but I will function better as well.  The last thing I wanted was to be a bitch to everyone.

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I groaned as I rolled over, my eyes meeting a soft light emanating from a small desk lamp that glowed just enough to give light into the rest of the room because the curtains were still drawn and it was like night in here.  

I sat up, my feet hitting the luxuriously thick carpeting and surmised that I was in Vincenzo's room.  It looked a lot like his study, so I figured it must be his private bedroom.

It was done up in all silver and grey tones and all of the lamps and fixtures were the same silver finish.  It was very sexy and I could most definitely see Vincenzo laying in this bed, the sheet pulled up to his waist, his body naked against soft sheets.

What the hell was I thinking about a naked Vincenzo Siranni for?  I asked myself, disgusted but turned on by the same thoughts.  I justified the errant thoughts with the fact that I was to become engaged to the man and would eventually be wrapped around his body, laying in bed after a night of mind-blowing sex.

Good God!  I was losing my mind but before I could make another self-deprecating thought, I noticed a note with beautiful cursive writing on the pillow next to me.  I picked it up and began to read it.

Bella, I know that last night was a shock and I'm truly sorry you had to find out that way.  I very much want this to work out between us.  After our dinner last night, I found myself wanting to get to know you.  Anyway, please use my bathroom and freshen up.  There is a brand new toothbrush and other items you might find useful on the counter.  When you feel up to it, join me for some coffee and then I will escort you back to your suite to gather your things.  Please give it, give us a chance.  That's all I'm asking.  Yours always, V

I didn't know what to think of the note as I re-read it again.  Well it was a small comfort to me anyway that he felt the same way as I did.  I would be willing, I just couldn't guarantee when and I didn't want to be a witch but right now my emotions were all over the place and everyone was the enemy.