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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

ARIEL

Dario and I wake up pretty early with a spare of twenty more minutes before we have to get on his private jet, without a wrinkle forming on her forehead mom looks the least bit worried about the trip.

But she should be.

It's like a ticking bomb. Sooner or later the bomb explodes and in this case Dario is the bomb now I don't have an agenda to get with the man on this trip but....you never know.

After a last goodbye we get into the car and Oscar drives for another thirty minutes or so to our destination, from a distance the black and glossy jet was waiting there for us. Dario reaches for my hand and I grasp onto it to step out of the car and the jet is definitely much bigger once im out.

We start walking to the jet and the flight attendants were standing on either side of the jet thats opened and ready for us, my eyes settle on the engraved 'Amoretto' letters on the side of the jet that is until Dario is tugging on my arm to step up the few slights of stairs.

The flight attendants nod but to my way Dario's way, the flirtatious smile tugging their lips is hilarious but also understandable, he's a very attractive man and so out of touch with just how beautiful he actually is. "You know...you never asked if im afraid of flying?" I trail behind him as we step inside the jet.

"Are you afraid of flying?" he asks with a bore voice and walks over to the bar with bottles and glasses, Dario lifts a clean glass and pours himself a glass of whiskey. "No." I state back.

"Perfect." I roll my eyes and sigh at the silent treatment im receiving once again and the mood swings are only starting to fucking piss me instead of waiting for a response, I walk over to one of the seats and plop myself down. "This is gonna be a bore." I mutter under my breath.

Dario's footsteps grows louder and he comes to view, instead of sitting further away from me from the other seven seats he plops right down on the chair opposite from me, swirling the ice cube with his pinkie. "Seven other seats and you chose to sit across from me." I lean forward, "That obsessed with me?"

Dario chuckles and takes a long sip of the liquor. "Quite the contrary, if anything you're obsessed with me Ariel." I raise a brow, "Its written all over your face you foolish old man." Dario sets the glass down and haunches over, his elbows set on his legs as he leans forward with amusement. "Whats written all over my face little girl?"

I stand up and his body immediately jerks right back up with cautiousness, I take a step forward and invite myself on his lap. His body tenses and his hands settle side by side refusing to touch me but I swing an arm around his neck and lean in until im hearing the sound of his breathing become more shallow. "You look at me like you want to fuck me right then and there." I whisper and run a finger down his cheek. "Am I wrong?" no response instead his lips purse together. "If im wrong i'll leave you alone." I shrug and await for answer.

No response once again. I tsk and move away to stand but a gasp rumbles from my throat as he wraps a hand around my throat and pulling me right back down. "Yes Ariel I do, I do want to fuck you senseless and at the very spot we're at when I catch you staring at me in a way you know you shouldn't be. I want to fuck you into oblivion but most of all, I want to fuck that dirty fucking mouth of yours with my cock until your gagging and to the point where tears are stinging your eyes."

My pussy right now? wet as a waterfall.

My lips part and just as im about to speak his grip on my neck tightens, not enough to hurt me but enough that it only turns me on and my panties are soaking fucking wet. "But I won't."

With a total of four hours into the flight one of the flight attendants return and gives Dario a quick heads up that we're landing soon, thank fucking god. Once we've landed the expensive car parks in-front of us and we quickly make our way over, Dario and I both sit in the backseat with our luggage and we sit in complete silence.

This trip wasn't going to go well at all.

We arrive shortly after to Darios penthouse that he told me he has when he goes on business trips in Miami, Dario inserts the key and opens the door allowing me to enter first. My eyes gaze to every inch of space and decor, this place is almost an exact replicate of the home has has back home just...smaller.

The marble black floor is easily my favorite thing about the house, the sudden hand reaching for my suitcase has me turning with confusion but Dario lifts my bag and motions with a simple nod towards the set of stairs. "Come, i'll show you you're room."I nod and follow behind him like a puppy and once he's stopped at the first door on the right he turns the knob and we enter.

"Its not as girly as your room back home but-" I cut him off with a shake, "Its fine, I like it," and I do, the simple yet modesty room is beautiful and much more cleaner. "Thank you Dario and im sorry for earlier, my behavior was....inappropriate." I sincerely add, Dario sets my things down and with a nod a small smile forms his lips. "It's not like mine wasn't inappropriate either, alls forgiven piccola."

Another second passes by and Dario starts walking right back to the door with a awkwardly clear of his throat. "I'll let you settle in then, how about you get ready and we can go get some food yes?" I nod and with a satisfied reply he steps out, closing my door.

I sigh and begin to unpack my clothes I brought very little options considering we are only hear for exactly three days so I pull out some jeans and a white lacy tank top that'll just have to do for today.

I walk back downstairs and don't see Dario in mere sight, I assume he must be in his own room so I continue walking ahead and take my sweet time looking at the little things that would catch my eye time from time then my eyes flicker to the patio and not just the patio but the jacuzzi.

I slide the door open and step outside sliding the door shut and walk over to the railing thats beneath the beach and crowds of people. I hear the slide door open two minutes later and I turn around to see Dario stepping outside with one hand in his pocket while the other holds his phone up to his ear. "I cant believe you." he murmurs with irritation. "Okay bye whatever." then hands up and rubs his temples with a loud sigh.

"Something wrong?"

With a loud groan he shakes his head. "Matteo can't make it apparently, Laura got sick." he states and makes his way over to one of the chairs, "You did finish all the papers I needed yes?" I nod firm. "Okay good then i'll just bring you along with me,"

He gets right back up and flickers his eyes to the watch attach to his wrist. "You ready?" I nod once again and we walk back inside. "Have you been here?" he asks curiously and opens the front door. "I have actually." he hums. "Well im taking you to the most delicious place ever."

We arrive to an Italian restaurant thats easily considered from the outside very fancy already, I love Italian food well actually scratch that i've only ever had pasta and pizza but real authentic Italian dishes? never.

Entering the restaurant one of the host greets us and walks us to a nearby booth and we sit across from one another as she sets down two menus. "Do you like italian food?" I look up at him before returning my gaze back to the menu, "I've never tried anything else other then pasta and pizza." with a disappointed tsk he shakes his head, "You need to go to Italy someday, I assure you our food is perfect."

"What part are you from?" I ask with curiosity and rest my chin against my hands, "Sicily." I slowly nod and hum, "I've heard of Sicily, it sounds beautiful."

His grin widens, "It is beautiful piccola."

Our waiter shortly after ordering our food returns out with two plates set of pasta that Dario ordered for the both of us and once I twirl my fork around the pasta and stuff it in my mouth, im close to devouring this plate in a no manner sort of way but control myself in-front of Dario, he looks at me and tilts his head with curiosity "It's good yes?"

"Its perfect." I respond and with satisfaction he smiles. "I knew you would."

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We return to his penthouse pretty late only because we spent half of the entire night talking and asking each-other questions, the more Dario spoke of himself the more I got to know so much about him. Dario's phone begin to ring and excuses himself away to his office and tells me he'll be back soon,

In the meantime I walk right back upstairs to change into some sleep shorts and a white flimsy tank top and return back downstairs to nobody except the sound of his voice from a distance talking and blabbing away, before I get enough boredom I decide to slide open the door and walk outside on the patio.

The lights automatically turn on in the hot-tub and the water from here looks tempting,..to tempting so fuck it, since Dario isn't returning back any time soon i'll kill some time that is until im reminded of my clothes.

I think long and hard about what in the hell am I gonna do but with an unbothered shrug I raise my arms and slide the tank top over my head and off then I pull my shorts down and through my legs, disregarding the clothes to the side and only stand in nothing but my pink bra and matching panties.

I step inside the hot-tub and settle myself down in the burning hot water that warm my skin as the fresh breeze hits the side of my face in the most relaxing way ever.

"How does the water feel?" I turn around with a gasp of air and a hand over my chest tightly. "You scared me!" I breathe out and no reaction falls on his face. "The water must be burning."

His hands were stuff in his front pockets as he stands near the door, tilting his head as his eyes flicker to the littlest bit of skin showing then his eyes turn over to the little pile of my clothes. "Are you wearing anything?"

I shrug and shift closer to the edge of the tub. "Why don't you get in and see for yourself?" a brow arches in response. "I'd rather not considering things never go as planned when im around you." I bite on my bottom lip suppressing a smirk and swim back to my original spot, further away from him, "I'll keep distance."

He doesn't move but he's thinking about it, its written all over his face so I groan and motion to the water. "Come on Mr. Amoretto I won't bite," not unless you want me too.

Just as I start thinking he's gonna turn around and just leave the sound of him shrugging his shoes off and falling to the ground has me returning my eyes to him then he shrugs the blazer along with his tie and slacks off, placing each piece of clothing on the chair.

The only thing he leaves on is his navy buttoned up in which he rolls the sleeves up to his forearms and props open the first top top buttons so his chest covered with ink is peaking through. "Your shirt is gonna get wet" I add and he chuckles, "Nice try piccola but im not taking it off."

I hum, "Suit yourself." and then Dario steps inside the tub, sitting directly across from me. "It feels nice doesn't it?" he shrugs at my response with a bore expression. "I guess." he mutters and it only makes me giggle. "I've never seen you do anything fun other then sit in your office all day."

He scoffs and begins to wet his hair. "I'm a busy man." I remove the hair tie around my wrist and lift all of my hair up in a low ponytail to avoid getting it wet. "Well your not a busy man right now so relax for a minute."

He must be listening because his head tilts and leans back on the edge as his eyes shut and in moments like these, I do love to stare at the features on his beautiful face and although I can't see his entire body the littlest bit of ink tatted on his chest has me resisting with every little strength I have in my bones not to prop open it the damn shirt myself just to see more of him.

"So you'll be twenty soon?" he suddenly asks breaking me from the very obvious trance. I nod with a sly grin. " And what are you gifting me?" he leans his head back and chuckles. "I'm suppose to be gifting you something piccola?" I nod once more and amusement settles on his face as he plays along. "And just what do you want?"

I break my promise and slowly make my way over to him his head tilts to the side with curiosity swirling in his eyes, I reach him and test him with another step closer to him just to see if he'll react to how close im getting but he doesn't, he allows it.

"I want you but thats impossible sooo.." I hum and sarcastically think about the question for another minute or so then as his arms brace on either side, his rolex is the first thing my eyes settle on. "How about your watch?"

I get closer and closer until my body is practically pressing against his's and he watches my movements very closely. I pull his arm down and take my time observing his hand, Dario had the kind of hands that made a women wonder what they would look like against her skin and I want to be that women. He raises a brow as I unclasp his Rolex and slide it halfway down my forearm and wave the watch in his face. "Thank you for the gift Mr. Amoretto."

I turn to swim back to my spot but just before I get the chance to, he's pulling me right back up against him and my legs instinctively wrap around his torso as his lips hover over mine, "What are you doing?" I ask breathless as his lips skim the seal of mine back and forth like a delicate thing.

His hands slide to my back and spine repeatedly, "You know what i'm doing." he doesn't give me a chance to respond and all thoughts fade, my heart stills when all I can taste is him. He leans in and smashes his lips against mine. The kiss isn't rushed or sloppy, its controlled but its still harsh and wet, he takes my lips against his and begins to urge them to move in sync with his.

A moan creeps from behind my throat, as our short kiss slowly start to turn into a make-out session, his tongue slides into my mouth and I slide mine into his, we groan as our tongues fight for dominance. I place my hands on his firm chest and slide them up to his neck, then to his hair grasping on the locks only to slide them back down to his chest just wanting to feel more of him. "This is what you wanted isn't Ariel?" he breathes out in-between each kiss and I nod eagerly. "Yes."

We start to lose ourselves in the kiss and my hands fiddle with the buttons, I start to unbutton the last buttons and succeeded but just before I get the chance to shrug the fucking shirt off his phone starts ringing on the chair across from us. Not one, not twice but three times and something must've clicked in Dario because in seconds he's hoping out of the tub and picking the phone up.

"Susanna, hey baby." I immediately lower my eyes to the water and swallow awful thick lump down my throat at the name, and what were just about to do this suddenly felt like an awful time to be here so I get up and quickly pick up my clothes not giving him a second over my shoulder and walk right back inside.

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