Vince's home had everything, literally everything a person could ever need in their entire lifetime. He was gone before I had even woken up and somehow I was glad he was, I couldn't imagine myself facing him once more after last night.
He had left me speechless and flustered and for me, that was a first. That was the leader of the Italian Mafia.
Besides from our regular lessons, my job was to avoid him at all costs. Hopefully, I could trust my body during our lessons. All I had to do was practice self control and that was all. It wouldn't be that hard. Last night was just a warm up. I wouldn't let myself slip again, I knew I wouldn't.
Besides, he probably did not and would not want me. I was an inexperienced 18 year old girl while he was the extraordinary 23 year old leader of the Italian Mafia.
I was calm and composed today. Nothing would faze me.
I took it upon myself to explore the rest of the house after eating the spectacular breakfast Anna had prepared for me.
"How many people work here?" I asked her as I finished eating the last bits of my breakfast.
"3 including myself." She answered as she wiped the already spotless marble island.
"Isn't that too less for a house this size?" I questioned. I picked up my plate and placed it in the dishwasher.
"Ms. Castro, please, let me. You don't have to do that." She protested but I shook my head at her.
"It's fine, Anna. It's not that much and call me Rosa." I smiled while she frowned.
"Mr. Dominico won't like it. Please, in front of him, let me do the work." She seemed so weak; vulnerable as she spoke that it made me wonder just exactly what Vince had done to her for her to be afraid like that.
"You're afraid of him." I spoke the obvious.
Anna looked away from me. "Everyone is afraid of him." She whispered continuing to wipe the already clean island. Everyone was afraid of him, it was true. Anyone who spoke his name, spoke it with fear, afraid that he might be hearing them and kill them before they could mutter their endless apologies. He was a man with power that could send out a kill order for you and it was then certain that you would die. It was the reason why everyone tried so hard to please him, to remain on his good side.
I contemplated whether I should question her further about Vince but looking at the way she uncomfortably turned away from me, I decided against it. Perhaps, when she felt like she could speak to me with ease.
"You didn't answer my question." I said changing the subject as I leaned against the island. I still wore the same crop top and sweatpants as last night, this time with a grey sports bra underneath.
"I'm sorry. What was your question?" She shook her head with a small smile and turned towards me.
"Don't you think 3 people are a little too less for a house this size?" I repeated and she nodded her head at me.
"It is indeed a very large house and 3 people are less but we manage it. Mr. Dominico does not like a lot of people in his house." She answered and turned towards the middle-aged black haired worker that poured Vince and I wine last night. She washed her hands in the sink while Anna spoke. "Don't forget to pull out the parsley from the garden." She told her. The other woman nodded at Anna and smiled at me before leaving the kitchen.
"What's her name?" I asked Anna.
"Helen and the other one's name is Victoria." She answered to me and I nodded my head.
"Ms. Cast- Rosa, I was wondering, why would Mr. Dominico train you in his home? He rarely calls anyone to his house and I'm guessing that he does not know you that well. It's very bizarre." Anna asked me and I shrugged in response.
"I was hoping that you would be the one answering that for me." I revealed.
Out of all the places Vince could train me, he decided that his own home would be the best place. He could've trained me in the Mafia's underground facility in New York, it was their largest facility where almost every Mafia person worked. It was where Vince went to work every morning as well, I realized.
It was indeed very bizarre. Vincenzo Dominico was an enigma to me.
"He is usually very quiet or angry... and he does not speak to us on any matters." Anna said with an apologetic smile and I returned one as well.
"I'm going to embark on my house exploration journey part 2." I told Anna who chuckled as I pushed myself off the island and walked downstairs. Aside from my room, there were 3 other bedrooms on the same floor, all of them equally as beautiful with wooden floors and walls along with white beds that offset the brown or the wood. All the rooms had a view of the beautiful mountains.
Moving away from the bedrooms, there was a large metal door. The door led to a very small opening where to the very front was the rustic wine cellar with more bottles of wine than I could count hanging on the walls. The walls were a very dark shade of brown and the room was lit by warm white lights. In the very same room, there was a whiskey bar with a sleek dark wood table and two stools where you could sit down to drink your whiskey. To my surprise, there was also a giant cupboard full of jars of sweets. Similar to my room, the other rooms also had the view of the mountain with their balconies overlooking the welcoming infinity pool.
Now, I knew where to go when I would get my period and will be craving sweets.
Right off the wine cellar, there was another room that led to the home theater. As I entered it, I knew it would be my favorite place in the whole house. A large white screen was mounted against the wall while the walnut wood and leather sofas faced towards it. At the very back where the traditional, luxurious theater sofas and ahead of it was the leather sofa set with a walnut wood table in the center.
Everything in this room was more expensive than my entire being. On one corner of the theater, there was a personal popcorn station where you could make your own popcorn and pour your drink.
Netflix in this theater would be an entirely different experience that I was more than ready for.
I wasn't surprised when I found another spiraling black staircase that led down to yet another level while I explored the second level.
Walking around the third level, I first came across the study that Vince was speaking to me about. This was where all our lessons would take place. The study was nothing like I had imagined it.
Where I imagined it to have books and books sprawled across a table where Vince worked, this study was part library with two levels of book shelves. To reach the second shelf, you had to take the small staircase up to it.
Stylish olive green sofas made with suede and walnut wood were placed in the heart of the room with a walnut wood table in between. Underneath the sofas and the table was a creme colored carpet that offset the dark wooden walls of the room. Minimalistic yet stylish lamps hung from the ceiling. A clear glass wall opposite to the book shelves gave view of the indoor gym.
The gym had equipment made with alloy and wood that matched the aesthetic of the entire house. The gym was open to the backyard where you could get a fresh breeze while you worked out.
Right off the gym was also the spa room with its own jacuzzi and TV with chairs where you could relax for a while with the view of the infinity pool. The spa also had its very own sauna and massage room.
Taking a door from the spa, you entered the art gallery Anna spoke off. Looking around the gallery, somehow, I understood why Vince might have had it in his home. The gallery gave a sense of serenity that no other part of the house gave. You could sit down on the white leathered long stool and stare at the paintings hund on the walls and it could calm you, especially in the silence of the home.
Moving forward towards the other end of the house, there was the game room. A very normal one it would have seemed to me if it wasn't for the pole in the middle of the black leathered sofas. Unless he knew how to pole dance, he probably brought women to dance for him and perhaps, his friends too.
Aside from the pole, there was a pool table, a poker table and yet another bar. This bar was bigger and better than all the other bars in this house as it came equipped with more bottles of alcohol than I could count, glasses and everything else you needed to make a knock-out cocktail.
If I owned a home like this, I would never bother stepping a foot outside unless it was necessary.
Out of curiosity, I walked towards the pole and grabbed it with my own two hands hoisting myself up it. For a while, I spun around, not doing anything serious because of the sweatpants and loose crop top I was wearing. My clothes did not alow for there to be much grip between myself and the pole.
Pole dancing was not something for just strippers. It was an art and sport I've always been fond of. The way people swung around the pole, it was mesmerizing to watch and I was only 13 when I began to practice myself after watching a video of it online.
No one helped me with it, my mentors never took too much notice of it and left me at it to learn on my own. Pole dancing built my strength as it worked my upper-body, my core and my legs. It was a complete full-body workout and it helped me in other areas of my training.
As sexualised as it was, it never bothered me because I knew the kind of art it was.
I ventured out towards the beautiful infinity pool in the backyard. It was absolutely gigantic. So gigantic that it worked its way around the old tree in one corner. Near the tree, there a fire pit and around it were several chairs. The backyard overlooked the hills and some of the skyscrapers of New York, the city that never sleeps.
It was nice that the house was away from the bustling streets of New York. A place of serenity amidst the chaotic city.
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It took me a while to explore the entire house. The stairs near the infinity pool led down to a whole separate guest house. The use for it, I didn't understand since according to Anna, Vince barely had people over at his home.
It was almost 6 in the evening now and I was pacing around in my room waiting for Vince to arrive. I was curious to know what kind of things he was going to teach me.
Surely, he was a master at Seduction.
As if Anna could sense my restlessness, she appeared at my door, not having to even knock to have my attention. I looked at her expectantly and she cleared her throat.
"Mr. Dominico wants you in the study." She announced to me and gave me a small thumbs up to wish me a luck. I gave her an appreciative smile and walked out of my room, my palms sweaty and my heart thundering in my chest. It was pounding so hard that I felt like it would leap out of my chest any moment.
It's pounding got louder, defeaning as I neared the study.
Remain calm, composed. He is just a human being like yourself.
As I pushed open the glass door to the study open, I took notice of Vincenzo in the room, standing in the middle of the room with his arms behind his back. He peered down at me, chest puffed as I approached him, a way of showing his dominance.
"Next time, I want you in here, waiting for me." He said, skipping the part where a decent human being would greet first. "I should not have to call you. Understood?"
I remained quiet until I realized that this was the part where I answered to him.
"Understood." I muttered, quelling the urge to rub my sweaty palms dry with my sweatpants. I had no intention of showing him how nervous he made me feel.
"Good." He said and gestured towards the sofa for me to take a seat. I stepped past him, my shoulder brushing against his arm as I did and sat down on the sofa.
Vincenzo perched himself on the arm of the matching armchair of the sofa across from me and eyed me from head to toe, assessing me with a close, curious eye. I was glad that I has replaced my crop top for a shirt that was less revealing.
"What're you looking at?" I found myself asking him and he smirked in response. The only thing he seemed to know how to do.
"You." He answered and I couldn't help but scoff at him.
"Why?"
"Because I'm curious, cara. I'm curious to know the kind of seducer you are." He told me and I furrowed my eyebrows at him.
"The kind of seducer?" I asked and he nodded pushing himself off the armchair and walking around it, his hands gripping the head of the chair as he leaned his weight on it.
"Are you a Siren? An Ideal Lover? A Natural? Perhaps, A Coquette." Vince spoke yet I understood nothing and I knew he could tell that by the look of cluelessness on my face.
"You have no idea." He mused with a playful smirk.
"How would I know what kind of seducer I am?" I asked him, instinctively biting my lip, something I did when I was nervous, when I was with him.
Vince's gaze fell down to my lips momentarily before returning to my bluish-green eyes.
"You said you've seduced many men." He pulled away from the armchair and stood straight with his hands in the pockets of his navy blue slacks.
"Seduce me, cara mia." He crooned. "Seduce me like you seduced those other men."
I stared at him, my mouth agape and my eyes wide in momentary shock. He wanted me to seduce him?
"I can't." I blurted out, my eyes still locked onto his icy sapphire ones.
"And why not?"
"Because you're not like them." I told him and my eyes fell down to his lips as he flicked out his tongue to moisten them.
"What differentiates me from them?" He raised an eyebrow in question.
I thought over my answer, what differentiates Vince from all the other men? He was the leader of the Italian Mafia, one of the most feared men in the world. In what world could he be like other men? He was nothing like the other men.
"You don't seem like a man who would crawl after a woman." I told him. "You seem like one who would make others crawl after yourself."
Vincenzo smirked. "It's a nice analysis you have of me." He said as he walked towards me. I looked down at my hands fiddling with eachother in my lap.
"It's not right?" I asked and Vince shook his head at me.
"It's spot on." He told me as he peered down at me, his fingers coming up to gently lift my chin.
Oh how beautiful were his eyes, I thought as I gazed into them.
Get a hold of yourself, Rosa. I mentally shook my head at that thought and tried to see things with more clarity. My mind seemed to be in a thick haze around Vince.
"You have never seduced other men, Rosa." He told me. "What you did was flirt. There's a big difference."
"Can't be that big." I muttered under my breath.
"Flirting is spontaneous. Seduction is slow. You lure someone into your trap slowly and steadily, without alerting them of it." He explained.
"What kind of seducer do you think I am?" I found myself asking Vince, not being able to help my curiosity.
Vince pulled away from me, walking back to the armchair and sitting on it. The spot on my chin where his finger were just a few seconds ago still tingled.
"A siren." He spoke, a smirk dancing on his lips.
"What does a siren do?" I questioned him, eager to know more about it.
"A siren exudes confidence. She is alluring and exciting. For a man, she is someone who offers variety and adventure." Vince explained, his voice calm and clear with a hint of huskiness in it.
"You, Rosa, are a very beautiful woman and in being a siren, that is a bonus."
I felt my face flush as he spoke and looked away from his piercing gaze as he continued to speak.
"Although, a siren leans more towards having a sex appeal, her looks do not matter as much as the way she carries herself." Vince explained further.
"Stand up." He ordered me.
"Why?" I questioned and cursed myself for it. Who was I to question his orders?
"Do not question me and do as I say." His voice was low; intimidating as he spoke to me. Maybe he let me off just this once and the next time I questioned him, repeated this mistake, he would push me off the hill his mansion was on and I'll bleed to my death slowly all alone. Perhaps, the police will find my broken, dead body months or years later and send a prayer for me, not knowing that I was a crook in becoming. Oh, how ironic it would be.
I admired my way of thinking. A thinking like this kept you from making stupid decisions because then you knew the possible consequences of your actions.
"Stand." He ordered me once more and this time, I obediently obeyed.
"Now, walk towards me from that corner." He pointed with his finger towards the corner of the study.
Did I want to ask him why? Yes. Would I ask him? No. Why? Because I had no intention of being punished by him today.
Unless that punishment includes spanking which I totally would not mind.
Yes, you would, horny bitch.
Pushing all my inappropriate thoughts away, I did as Vince ordered me. I made my way to the corner of the study and then I walked towards him. I stopped just a few inches away from him, his knees almost brushing against my legs.
Vince eyed me from top to bottom. "It's too fast. Do it again. This time, a little slow and add more sway to your hips." He guided me and I sighed, nodding my head at him and returned back to the corner.
From the corner, I walked towards Vince again. I walked slower this time and as I did, I swayed my hips. My demeanor was suggestive of something erotic, better than before but I knew that it wasn't enough. Vince knew it too and he knew exactly what was wrong.
He stood up when I reached him, towering over my comparatively small frame.
"Relax your shoulders, cara. A siren moves with confidence and grace. Not doubt and nervousness." He murmured as he brought his large palms up to my shoulder to gently rub them, relieve the tension built in them.
Little did he know that the tension in my shoulders would go away only when I was away from him.
I rolled my neck, my eyes instinctively shutting close as he massaged my shoulders as an attempt to relieve the tension and I felt his thumb lightly brush against the crook of my neck making me shudder.
Get away, Rosa. Get away. My conscience screamed at me and I was glad I listened to it. I moved away from Vince a few seconds later.
"Again. I want a little more confidence. You want to emit languorous energy from yourself." He told me, his lips in a thin line and unlike me, he did not seem even slightly fazed by what happened between us.
It could have been because nothing did happen and I was just overthinking. I was just overthinking. That was it. I needed to get over with this lesson and get out of here.
I walked away from him towards the same corner, my hips slightly swaying. It was not overtly suggestive but not too subliminal either. With the same sway, I walked towards Vince now, who stood just a few steps away from me.
He gazed down at me as I did and I didn't break eye contact with him, I relaxed my shoulders like he told me too and walked like I owned this room. I walked with grace and elegance.
When I stopped before Vince, he approvingly nodded his head.
"Good." He said. "This is how you should move at all times now. Practice this walk until it's the only walk you know. Understood?"
"Yes." I mumbled looking at the very interesting staircase that led to the second level of the book shelf, resisting the urge to fidget with the end of my shirt.
Vince placed his fingers under my chin and forced my face to turn his away. I wanted to hiss at him for touching me like this but I resisted, biting the inside of my cheek to keep myself from speaking something I would later regret.
"Look at me when I'm speaking to you." He told me, a slight growl evident in his voice that made my bones quiver.
"We're done for today. We'll pick up the rest tomorrow." He brought up his wrist to check the time on his expensive Rolex watch.
"Go eat dinner." He ordered me. He really loved ordering me around like I was a little puppet of his.
I knew that at one point, if it kept going on like this, I would snap at him. I hated being ordered around like this and here I was stuck in this beautiful mansion with this gorgeous control freak who was also my boss.
"Are you not going to eat?" The words left my mouth before I could stop them.
"What I do does not concern you," He said walking away from me towards the exit of the study. "And I suggest you stay out of my business for your own sake."
With that, he was gone.
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