CHAPTER 15

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‘Oh, my timing is bad no?'  Simona laughed watching Alina trying to disentangle herself from Tomas’ arms.  Alina flushed shyly.  Why?  She did not know.  She was an adult and she is married to Tomas.  She looked at Tomas, his eyes were hooded.  There was no telling if he was annoyed as she was, at the interruption or if he did not mind Simona bursting through his bedroom door.

‘Caro,’ Simona tucked her hand into Tomas’ arm.  ‘Lunch is ready, but your father wants a word with you before we have our meal,’ she spoke in Italian.

Tomas pulled Alina into his arms.  ‘You’ll be okay for a few minutes,’ he pressed his lips to her forehead. 

Alina nodded, even though she did not want Tomas to leave her.

‘Excuse me Simona,’ Tomas walked out. 

Alina and Simona’s eyes were trained on Tomas until he was completely out of sight.  There was an eerie silence as both ladies stared at each other.

‘You are very lucky woman,’ Simona spoke in English and nodded as if agreeing with her own summation. 

‘You think so?’ Alina challenged.

Simona sighed.  Do you not know every woman in Italy wanted Tomas as their husband, including myself?’

Alina blinked and sought support from the bed.  She did not think her legs could hold her up for much longer.  ‘Should you be telling me this?’

Simona laughed.  ‘Well it is truth, Alina.’  She pronounced it Ah-lee-nah.  ‘Tomas is sexiest man in Italy, and very rich, and very delicious body.’

‘I suppose I agree with all of that,’ Alina smiled. 

‘I can be honest, because Tomas no pay attention to me,’ she pouted.  ‘I meet Tomas first, before I meet Nico.  ‘I want Tomas very much, but he only interested in blondes___so why he marry you?’ she laughed. 

Alina squirmed.  When Simona waited for her answer, she shrugged, not wanting to get into the politics of the commercial contract of her marriage.

 ‘Don’t get me wrong Ah-lee-nah.  You are very beautiful woman, with body,’ she drew an hour glass shape in the air, ‘exactly like what Tomas likes, but his papa try to get him married to so many rich beautiful Italian women, but he chase all away.’         

He is arrogant that way.

‘You know Tomas like to stay in apartment in Rome.  He not come here for more than one year.  He stay away from his papa, because Nico only complain about Keres and Tomas not like middle position.  Keres like being boss, want to rule Tomas’ life…find him wife. 

Don’t I know it only too well? 

‘You may bump into one of them here,’ Simona warned.  She have claws into Tomas.  Her name is Gabriella Ancelotti.’

‘We’ve met in London.’

Simona winced. She clicked her tongue, and shook her head sympathetically.  ‘I cover your back for you,’ Simona covenanted. 

‘Thanks I could do with a friend.’

Simona laughed.  She reached over and placed her palm over Alina’s wrist.  ‘Friend,’ she agreed.

‘May I ask you a question?’

‘Bullet away?’ Simona nodded.

You mean fire away?

‘How can you be comfortable being a mistress?’

Simona’s hand was still covering Alina’s wrist.  She thoughtfully, patted Alina’s wrist a few times.  ‘Nico is good man and good lover too.’

Alina’s face turned crimson.  She looked away uncomfortably. Simona laughed at her discomfort.  ‘I am not young Ah-lee-nah.  I make forty two last month.’

‘What!’ Alina laughed.  ‘I thought you were my age.  I am twenty four.’

‘Grazie,’ Simona dramatically flicked her hair away from her face.  ‘I am how you say aesthetically enhanced,’ she whispered, even though it was just the two of them.

‘My word,’ Alina exclaimed.  ‘You are so beautiful.’

‘No, you are beautiful,’ Simona complimented.  ‘You have the inside beauty.  It come out in your eyes.’

‘I agree.’

Alina swung her head around.  Simona angled her head to the doorway to see Tomas leaning at the door frame.  Alina’s heart quickened.  She found breathing difficult.  Their eyes engaged as if decrying the absence that had separated them.

‘Caro, you eavesdropping,’ Simona waved a finger at him reprovingly.

‘You ladies were supposed to have come down a long time ago,’ Tomas stated.

‘Ah, you know how it is, when ladies start talking about a sexy man,’ Simona teased flirtatiously.

‘No, tell me,’ Tomas folded his arms.  His eyes trained on Alina.  She was studying the geometric design on the duvet.

‘You will have to wait caro,’ Simona stood up.  ‘Now we are hungry,’ she reached out her hand to help Alina up.

Alina smiled uncomfortably, as she put her hands into Simona’s.  She was surprised at how smoothly soft Simona’s hands were, like that of a baby’s.  She really looked after her body.

Tomas and Alina had enjoyed a sumptuous Italian home cooked meal.  They had pasta and succulent chicken in a delicious sauce, lots of seasonal vegetable dishes to accompany the main meal. Alina complimented Nico’s chef, giving her ten out of ten for the tasty meal.  Nico himself was a charming host.  One did not have too far to look, to see where Tomas got his charisma from.  Alina was surprisingly disappointed when Tomas said they had to leave.  Alina hugged Simona.  She was glad to have a friend in the Casiraghi camp. 
Any enemy of Keres – is a friend of mine.

‘Alina,’ Nico smiled, opening his arms to her.  ‘I am happy in my son’s choice of wife,’ he nodded sincerely.  ‘Tomas,’ Nico place his arm on Tomas’ shoulder.  ‘Perhaps you will return soon,’ the elder man asked hopefully.  Clearly he missed his son.  If what Simona had said was true, Tomas visited his father far too infrequently.  It should not be like that, but obviously Tomas seemed to like the distance between himself and his father for some unknown reason.

‘Nico,’ Alina spoke.  ‘Why don’t you and Simona visit our home in London?’ she invited.  Silently, Alina wondered on the wisdom of her munificent gesture without first consulting her husband. From the corner of her eye, she saw Tomas’ head swing up, his eyes narrowed infinitesimally. 

Nico laughed.  ‘You are instigating the third world war Alina,’ he warned.

‘Yes, we want you to visit,’ she reasserted, boldly including her husband in the royal “we” without even consulting King Casiraghi.

‘Oh Nico,’ Simona draped her arm around his neck.  ‘It is wonderful idea,’ she seconded.

‘I’ll call Tomas next week,’ Nico smiled at Simona.  He was cautious, noting Tomas’ silence as the ladies tried to garner support.  The men hugged surprisingly and Tomas led Alina to his car.

‘That was lovely,’ Alina smiled happily as Tomas drove back to his own villa in Milan.

Tomas took his eyes of the road for a second and smiled at Alina.  ‘I’m glad you enjoyed it tesoro,’ he slid his hand into Alina’s and brought her hand to rest on his well toned thigh. She held her breath.  Touching him always set her hormones alight.  She could feel desire surging through her.  She wanted him to stop the car and make love to her.  Alina removed her hand, pretending to us it as she faked a cough.  Tomas looked her way to make sure she was okay.  When she smiled, his eyes went back to the road ahead.


       There was about an hour before the visit to the opera.  Alina wanted to splurge in a relaxing bubble bath.  When she got to his huge master bedroom, there were three boxes on the bed for Alina.

‘What’s this?’ she asked, but impatiently undid the ribbons before Tomas could answer.  She looked over her shoulder at Tomas.  He smiled, leaned against the wall and curiously watched her animated face.

‘I would say open it and find out cara,’ he laughed, but it seems I don’t need to.’

Alina lifted the lid carefully and was taken aback to see the stunningly sexy silver cocktail dress that had been modeled for her earlier that morning.  It looked so much more beautiful now that she was alone with Tomas.  So chic…so classy.  She lifted it up, held it in front of her body and looked in the mirror.

‘I told you I did not want anything,’ she murmured, yet her eyes were glued to the mirror, admiring the dress.

Tomas smiled.  He dropped his hands and walked to her.  Standing behind her, he draped his arms over the cool fabric of the dress she held in front of her body.  Touching the glittery silk material aroused him, as if he was undressing her.

‘Wear it tonight to the opera for me tesoro,’ his lips teased the flesh on her throat.  Alina sighed, angling her neck.  He pressed closer, his arousal piercing into her lower back.  Tomas took the dress from her hand and gently tossed it onto the bed.  Very slowly he undid the zip on the dress she had on.

‘I___ wanted to have a soak in the bath tub,’ she tried to shift away.

‘All in good time,’ Tomas murmured huskily, his tongue trailed a path down her neck.  Her soft sigh was more of pleasure than protest.  Expertly his fingers brushed the dress of her shoulders, it fell and bunched around her ankles.  Her eyes closed.  Her lips parted.  An agonized moan escaped her throat.

‘We ___are going to run late,’ she hummed a half hearted objection.

He turned her around.  ‘We have more than enough time,’ his eyes danced mischievously.  Her bra became undone.   It joined her dress at her feet.  Self consciously her arm rose to cover her exposed breasts.

‘Cara,’ he remonstrated, removing her hand.  ‘Don’t hide your beautiful body from me,’ he held her hands at her sides taking his fill of her. 

‘Don’t move,’ Tomas instructed. 

He went down on his knees, his eyes not leaving hers.  His fingers dipped into her silk undies.   Painstakingly slowly, he lowered it down her hips.  Transfixed, Alina watched, her eyes followed his every calculated move.

Tomas could smell the refreshing scent of her floral perfume, tinged with her own body scent, it was alluring.  He shut his eyes, inhaling deeply.  His lips pressed at her navel.  Dragging his mouth downwards, his tongue trailed seductive caresses down her hip, down her thigh.  Her eyes shut.   Her finger nails pierced into the flesh of her palms.  A whimper caught in her throat.  Unable to hold still for a second longer, she dropped to her knees as well.  Her arms circled around his neck, her eyes locking with his.

‘I told you not to move.’

‘Sometimes,’ her voice was a whisper, her eyes falling to his enticing lips.  ‘You ask for the impossible.’  She reached for him, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss.  She got no resistance.  Just as ravenous for her, as she was for him, he succumbed, allowing her tongue to interlock with his.  Alina caught his grunt of pleasure.  Tomas’ shirt was ripped off.  He lowered himself onto the carpet, pulling her onto his chest.  Their hands, lips, mouths experimented, caressed, pleasured until they were both ready to explode.

In one swift movement, Tomas lifted her up and carried her to the comfort of the plush bed, placing her naked body on the cool cotton sheets. He wanted to take his time and rediscover the sweet secrets of her delectable body, but sensing she was on the brink of detonating, he immersed himself inside her, taking her to the very pinnacle of ecstasy.  Tomas cradled her in his arms, heard her blissful sigh.

Alina was satiated__for now.   It was picturesquely reflected in her eyes.  All she wanted to do was roll over and sleep.  Tomas had other plans as he carried her to the bathroom. 

‘I apologize tesoro,’ he lowered her onto the shower floor.  ‘Perhaps when we return from the opera, you can indulge in your bubble bath.’ 

Alina did not answer.  Her eyes were busy feasting on his naked body as he opened the faucets and adjusted the water temperature.

‘You’re not going to throw me out of your shower are you?’ he smiled devilishly.

When he smiled like that after the most mind blowing sex she’d just enjoyed, she’d grant him anything…well almost within reason.

‘No,’ she smiled, boldly taking the soap to his chest, any excuse to touch that hot irresistible body one more time.

‘Tomas, hurry.  The show starts in twenty minutes.’

‘It’s not my fault, you wanted dessert in the shower cara,’ a naughty grin spread across his face. 

Alina looked away red faced.  When she had started with the soap on his chest, her hands had developed a will of its own, reaching behind, soaping or was it groping his sexy buttocks.  As if that was insufficient to fuel her desire, she reached up on tip toes and kissed him in a slow erotic kiss.  He must be a bloody good teacher.  Alina could not believe she seduced him in the shower.

‘I have something for you tesoro,’ Tomas laughed softly, seeing her face colour like a beetroot.

‘What,’ she smiled unthinkingly. She couldn’t think what more he could give her.  There had been another two boxes on the bed.  One had the most magnificent pair of silver sandals to match the cocktail dress she was wearing.  The other box held a dainty little evening purse to complement the shoes.

‘Turn around,’ Tomas commanded.

‘Why?’ she laughed softly.

‘I want to put something on your neck,’ Tomas turned her around to face the mirror whilst he stood behind her and clasped the priceless platinum chain with the encrusted white gold pendant around her neck.

‘OMG---that chain!’  Alina moved out of Tomas’ arms.   ‘No!’ she shook her head.

‘But you told the boutique assistant you love it!’

‘I lied,’ she would not meet his eyes.

Yes it was beautiful, stunning in fact, but she had not been angling for it.

‘You lied?’  He was confused.

‘Yes,’ she met his eyes, curious to see his reaction.

‘Why?’

‘Because,’ __ you were flirting with that blonde and I was just making inconsequential conversation.

Tomas moved towards her.  She watched him, stunned, fascinated.  He looked remarkable in his black tux. His body was so---.

‘I think it will look incredible on you tesoro,’ he lifted it to her neck again.

‘I don’t want it,’ she murmured.

‘I want you to wear it,’ he ignored her disapproval.

‘Tomas, it’s ridiculous.’  She wanted to laugh, but it was not really funny when the man you’re married to, for like forty eight hours wants to put a priceless chain around your neck.  It’s probably worth King Casiraghi’s ransom. 
‘It’s too expensive,’ she shook her head, feeling its coolness and its added weight around her slender neck.

‘It’s my wedding present to you cara,’ he spoke softly, pressing his lips to hers.

Wedding present?  What about the hundred and one outfits, lingerie, shoes, sandals!

There was no denying it was beautiful, and its value was easily recognizable by its intricate, expensive design and exclusive look.

‘But I did not buy anything for you,’ she looked embarrassed.

‘Perhaps you will find something in Tuscany tomorrow,’ he grinned, brushing aside her excuses.

Alina stared at the mirror fascinated.  It was light enough to wear easily, yet it boastfully glittered its worth.  Her fingers touched its smooth elongated shape.  It was smooth and deceptively silky.

‘Thank you Tomas.’

‘That’s better,’ he laughed.  ‘Now we have less than twenty minutes to get there,’ he looked at his watch.

‘I’m ready,’ Alina lifted the gorgeous little clutch bag.

Tomas allowed his eyes to travel over her appreciatively.  ‘You look breath-taking cara.’

So do you. 
‘Thank you,’ she smiled shyly.  She strode to the door confidently, feeling rather sexy and quite comfortable in her designer heels.

Alina was amazed at the reception King Casiraghi received at La Scala Opera House.  She did not know a single soul there, but countless people wanted to shake his hand.  She was introduced to politicians, wealthy business people, Italian music and film celebrities.  Italian women were so gorgeous, even if they glared at her jealously as if they wanted to rip her eyes off her body or slit her in shreds so they could be given the opportunity to stand beside Tomas Casiraghi.

Alina was overwhelmed by all the attention Tomas courted even if he took it in his stride so effortlessly.  On one or two occasions when people thronged them, Alina would reach for Tomas’ hand to draw strength from him.  They were curious to discover who the lucky English rose was, that managed to capture Italy’s most famous bachelor.  Startlingly, Tomas would smile down at her supportively. 

Alina was amazed and thankfully so, that he never left her side.  When they finally took their seats to watch the performance, Alina breathed a sigh of relief.  It was a heartrending performance, mesmerizing and thoroughly captivating.  Alina could not believe two hours had elapsed so quickly.  She and Tomas stood up together with the rest of the opera house to give the artist a standing ovation.  Tomas lowered his head to whisper in her ear.

‘Cara, we’re not staying for cocktails.  I have more pleasurable ideas on how to end the evening.’

Alina was relieved for the darkness, so nobody could see her blushing profusely as Tomas took her hand to lead her out of the theatre. 

-      end chapter fifteen-


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