ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MY HUSBAND'S FATHER

|Agosti|

AGOSTI

 

"I think I like her" Luca repeated for the umpteenth time.

 
"I am sure to do" I grimaced.

 
He had not stopped talking about Rachael... Isabella... I had to stop calling her Rachael or thinking about our night in Las Vegas.

  Anyways, all of our conversations had been about her ever since the night of the dinner and as much as I wanted to shut him the fuck up, I did not.

  It was a good thing he liked her. It only meant that there would not be any more arguments about how he did not want to get married to the girl but I also was angry at the fact that he liked her which I considered weird.

  This arrangement was not so he could fall in love with her, it was just so I could have access to the Romano's diamond mine.

  I had heard a lot about it and although there has been no formal conversation between Angelo and I, he knew how interested I was in this just as much as every other person in Spain was.

 
It was no wonder I found it surprising that he could not pay back the money he borrowed from me. If he had a fucking diamond mine then raising thirty million dollars should not be a difficult thing to do.

 
But then it wasn't my place to point this out and knowing Angelo as I did, he wasn't a man who liked to be in debt so the idea about joining our families was something he had embraced before it even fell out of my lips.

 
"Do you think she is going to like me as much?" I heard my son ask.

 
I wondered as to what his sudden obsession with Isabella was.

 
"I don't think she has much of a choice" I smirked.

 
"No... I want her to like me for me and not for the fact that you are forcing her into a marriage because her family owes you money"

 
I said nothing to this but I could see that he was anxious, judging by the way his eyes shifted from one place to the other.

 
It had always been like that ever since he was a child... ever since the accident which was something he and I never discussed at all.

 
"Isabella is going to love you and I have invited them over for dinner today so you both can get familiar" I announced.

 
It was more about me not being able to get her out of my head than Luca getting familiar with her.

I was craving her scent in a junkie kind of way and it had taken all of my willpower to not find a way to get her to come to me... this was the best I could come up with.

 
"I should prepare" Luca rose to his feet, bounding away from me before I could speak.

 
I sighed, closing the laptop in front of me.

 
Mario had visited the previous day with news about Isabella. According to what he had managed to gather, she had just got out of a relationship with a Latino guy named Joaquin who cheated on her in the bathroom of a restaurant on their second year anniversary.

  She had caught him with his tongue deep in a girl's throat after he had excused himself to the restroom and that was the reason she  had come back to Spain... to get away from him.

  She had a best friend; Audrey whom I had plans to extend an invitation to for the wedding.

 
All in all she was a totally boring individual who did nothing except go to classes and get good grades.

 
So what had she been doing in Las Vegas and why had she allowed a total stranger fuck her?

 
I asked him to continue his investigation and to make sure he had her followed every day until he comes up with the truth about her because none of what he said to me was making any fucking sense.

 
One knock on the door and Santiago peered in.

 
"They are here" he announced.

 
"Thank you. Lead them to the dining room and get Luca down, I will join in shortly" I told him.

 
He bowed slightly, closing the door behind him.

 
I rose from my seat, reaching for my suit jacket and donning it on with a relish.

 
I tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of excitement at the pit of my belly... I was not a child and should not be excited to see anyone especially the wife of my son but I was.

  And I adjusted my hair in the mirror in front of me, perming it to the back and frowning when a stubborn lock fell across my face...I had it in a messy bun.

 
I walked out of the study and headed to the dining room and encountering my son just at the door.

He took one look at me and his eyes fell.

 
"What is the matter?" I asked him urgently.

 
"You are too dressed, Dad" He muttered.

 
I surveyed his suit, wondering how I was too dressed when we had almost the same clothing. However, I slid the suit jacket off my shoulders in a flourish and handed it over to Santiago with an instruction that he take it away and then I folded the hand of my shirt.

 
"Casual enough?" I muttered, one eyebrow arched in his direction.

 

"Perfect" He smiled, walking in front of me.

 
I did try... I told myself that if I did not look at her then I would not feel the hunger of a raging beast but it was hard not to take that one little peek and even harder not to stare as I walked in.

 
Our eyes met and sparks flew.

 
Every other person in the room had to be either blind or dead to not have seen the intensity of our gaze and how we devoured each other on the spot.

 
"Agosti" Her father stood.

 
I tore my eyes away from Isabella, my mouth watering.

 
"Angelo" I muttered instead, taking a seat at the head of the table.

 
"Shall we?" I muttered again, gesturing to the food.

 
It tasted as I imagined wet paper would taste but I ate anyways, my mouth watering over and over as my mind conjured up different positions with Isabella and none where she was clothed.