"You only need one man to love you. But him to love you free like a wildfire, crazy like the moon, always like tomorrow, sudden like an inhale and overcoming like the tides. Only one man and all of this." ― C. JoyBell C.

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INVITATION

What: Engagement Party

Who: Marco Angelo Massaretti and Georgina Ricci

When: November 28th, 2014

Where: Massaretti Hampshire Estate

Time: 6:00 PM

Dress Code: Formal

Note: Everyone is invited. Please email to RSVP at [email protected], [email protected]. (I'm ready!!! lol)

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Marco Angelo Massaretti's POV

                I WAS pacing back and forth in the hallway just outside our room with both hands shoved deep in my pockets. With my head down low, feeling infuriated. Occasionally blowing air through my nose in frustrations, I threw glances in the direction of our room.

How long have I been out our room?

I have no idea, but surely it felt like a lifetime. I hate it.

My grandma kicks me out just after lunch, to help her get ready. The make-up artist she hired arrived early and I'm so fucking pissed.

God, since we arrived from Palermo, Nonna and Iula had been taking her away from me, preparing this goddamn infuriating party.

Why do girls needs parties?

Shut up dick! You had her almost 24 hours. Your nonna only had her couple hours since you always popped in, out of nowhere. My conscience yells.

"Oh shut up! I don't need you right now." I mumbled to myself as I kept pacing back and forth through the hallway like a love-struck fool.

I know I've been ridiculous. Tailing her and watching her like a hawk.

"Still here, figlio?" Nonno furrowed his forehead while finishing buttoning his gray suit. He looks still immaculately hunks even when he's in his seventies.

His eyes shifted to the door of our room in their mansion in Hampshire New York, then drifting it back to me. His eyes held amusement and it really pisses me off.

He walks into their room to have a shower and get ready, like three in the afternoon.

I glance on my sleek slim expensive Geneviv designer watch and it's already five.

The party starts in an hour, and damn, I hate waiting. How did I do that? Waiting for fucking two hours?

"Can you get nonna out there, so I can have Georgina myself?" I barked at him fumingly with my hands drifted deep down my pockets once again, as I tried to keep my temper at bay.

"My, my, my, figlio. What happened to you? You sounded so possessive.." Angelo mocked. Shaking his head playfully as he made a clucking sound with his tongue, thoroughly amused.

I rolled my eyes and decided to just walk into the room. Nonna would go into a frenzy for all I care.

"That's it!" I grit out and swung the door open failing to notice my grandfather's long wicked grin.

"EVERYONE, OUT!" I barked gruffly clenching my jaw as I watch the four conversing and laughing happily.

So they have been done while ago, but none of them had the audacity to inform me that she's done.

My eyes were so cold like the damn snowstorm, shooting at them. Nonna was smiling broadly and it just made my anger rose to its pinnacle.

The artist scrambles on her feet as she frantically grab all her stuff and scurries out to the door, with her head hanging down low not wanting to meet my eyes.

Nonna and Iula then followed the girl and Georgina followed them with her face filled with fear and at the same time, seething in exasperation.

"STAY, Cara!" I seethed and she stops mid-stride then stepping backward.

I felt nonna's hand patting my shoulder lightly as she spoke momentarily while Iula went up ahead.

"Relax. Don't scare her. I know you can't wait to see her." Nonna giggled and then she left, closing the door behind her.

I rolled my eyes and then I diverted my eyes to my Georgina.

My eyes seem to pop out from its socket as I stared at her, with my jaw almost hit the ground. Feeling tongue-tied as I gulp audibly. I was too angry that I didn't notice it right away. After kicking me out and even letting me wait for a couple of hours, and then I walk in, only to learn she's done and no one had informed me.

She looks sensational in a floor-length silver shimmering gown. The sparkling backless frock showed off her flawless back and her astonishing shape. She only accessorized it with a simple pair of diamond stud earrings and works her hair side-swept, gently waved hairdo that makes her looks, a timeless classy look.

God, I knew she's perfect.

I can't wait for the party to get done. I can't wait to tear the fabric off her delectable body and ravish her again.

"D-do I l-look.. fine?" She stammered as she fiddled on the fabric of her dress. She looks nervous.

I close the gap and pulled her to me, leaving an inch away so I wouldn't crumple her dress. "You look absolutely stunning, cara. I don't know if I want you to leave this room with this dress." I grit out with my eyes lock on her beautiful, hypnotizing cobalt that sparkles and sometimes it turns sapphire.

Thinking about all the men who were present in the party would surely ogle at her, making my temper run amok (got wild).

"Are you jealous, baby?" she teased. Her dainty hands are busy playing with my tie.

It's so sexy.

She has no idea, how jealous I am, just thinking about it.

Still enjoying holding her close to me as our eyes dances. Teasing each other. "I am cara. Will that then make you decide to stay in this room with me?" I smirked wickedly.

My head has already been like a clock thinking of all the things I would want to do with her, with what position I would take her.

I felt my soldier swiftly in attention as I thought of her flawless, velvety skin, her perky breast proudly stood up taunting my sanity, her long legs that I love when it's wrap around my waist.

"Babe, I think we have a problem down there," she pointed her index finger with her eyes following.

I smirked mischievously. "I think he's up," I grinned wickedly.

I felt like the temperature in the room just went to the boiling point. Lust is evident in her eyes as she curled her hands around my neck.

"We have ten minutes for a quickie!" She murmured and I felt like five years old boy getting a treat!

Without another word, I unbuckled my belt and she also tug up the hem of her dress and bend over with her upper body resting on the edge of the foot of the bed. Her sexy ass was up forward with her red lacy thong, that only made my arousals heightening.

I thought I'd come already. Pulling my boxers down, I slide the lacy fabric on the side of her ass cheek and touch her already drench pussy.

"Remember we only have ten minutes, babe. Hurry up!" She whispers yells and without further ado, I plunged into her my thick long cock.

God, it felt so good.

"Fuck!" she panted and her upper body jerked up. "Harder Marco!" She groaned and I hold her hips and hump her fast and deep, picking speed each time.

"God, it feels so good.." she moaned loudly.

I grunted gutturally as I tried to stifle the loud sounds that were threatening to come out from my mouth.

She looks so hot as she moaned and groaned softly. I could sense that she's biting her lips and I wanted to taste it, but she's wearing a nude lipstick. I don't want to ruin it.

Humping her continuously as I obliged with her pleadings, pleasuring both of us. She cries out loudly when I hit her spot and I kept going, harder, rougher and I felt that familiar waves of pleasure skyrocketing and her walls starting to clench around my thick cock. Her pussy gushing juices as I thrust in and I felt it rolling over my cock.

"God, you're so sleek cara. So goddamn fucking good!" I breathed huskily, breathing heavily as I kept on humping her. Each thrust sends billions of electrifying sensations, spreading throughout my body, keep on building up, the pleasure kept climbing up until I couldn't go any further.

"Let it go, cara," I whispered huskily and she jerked her upper body up leaning on me, her body shuddered, spasming around my cock and I met hers, together we climax. Our body still pressed against each others, my hands around her with her back against my chest.

Still panting while waiting for our body to relax, feeling the waves spiraling back down and it calmed.

I pulled my cock from her drenched pussy and we forget the dress. Juices already smeared on the hem of the dress.

"Fanculo!" I hissed as I quickly pulled the bedcovers and wipe myself, then help her.

"Your dress has some of our juice," I grinned and her face turned brighter red.

"It doesn't matter. We don't have time to get change and they must have been waiting for us." She uttered sheepishly.

After fixing myself and help her fix her dress, I pulled her closer to me and kissed her lips. I don't care if she's wearing a lipstick.

After a long lingering kiss, she chuckled as she wipes my lips and the outline of my lips.

"Let's go?" I smiled broadly feeling so happy and contented.

"Do I smell like your sperm?" she asked as she tried to look down and sniff herself.

"Good, if you smell like my sperm. Those morons would surely know to distance themselves. They will think, 'oh he's Marco's. She smells Marco's sperm!'" She swats me on the shoulder and I laughed loudly.

She looks so embarrassed and I couldn't hold the laughter. Her cheeks were so red like a beet.

"That is not what I mean. And that's embarrassing!" she whined as she pouted.

"I'm just kidding, cara. You smell just fine, intoxicating and tasted so delicious. Believe me.." I grinned devilishly and she rolled her eyes.

"I know. And you're insatiable, Mr. Massaretti. I can't keep up with your libido." She boldly teased and I have no say in that because she's right.

"To only you, cara mia. Only you!" I uttered wholeheartedly as I tenderly kissed her forehead, then I stared into her mesmerizing eyes, that was dark sapphire with lust a few minutes ago.

"Are you guys coming out? The visitors are coming.." We heard nonna's voice from outside the door and I rolled my eyes.

I'm glad she decided to give us more minutes before interrupting.

"Coming!" I called back and led Georgina outside with her arms loop in mine.

Just as we came out the door, nonna and nonno were outside waiting for us.

"You didn't wait for the party to get done, and devour her lipstick!" Nonna scowledm and I just shrugged it off.

NonnoNonno pulled nonna to his side, snaking his arm around the small of her back and led her to the elevator and we followed them.

Nonno was chuckling as he spoke barely audible. "Leave them alone, mia moglie." (my wife). Nonna just huffed and nonno was thoroughly amused, trying to comfort his irritated wife.

Not long, all four of us is inside the elevator. Nonno broke the silence. "You look absolutely stunning Georgina. And if may I ask." Nonno stared at beaming Georgina in a serious face, but his eyes are dancing with mirth. "Did Marco buys you his new featured perfume, called 'Marco's Sperm'?" He jested, his wicked grin widened and his eyes lit with mirth.

"NONNO!" I scowled, deeply horrified. I look at Georgina and her face is a deep shade of red. She's smiling, however, I smelled her embarrassment.

Nonna's eyes widened in embarrassment and eyes drifted swiftly to Georgina looking apologetic.

"It's not funny , Angelo!" Nonna snaps at him and nonno just shrugged it off.

Nonno's loud laughter filled the entire four walls of the small room, making it more irritating each second as the sounds bounced with the close walls and stays longer.

When his laughter died down, he spoke placidly. "You are too easy to catch, figlio." Then he chuckled.

The elevator stops and I'm glad.

That damn sly old man!

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Georgina Ricci's POV

                   I WATCH my mother conversing stunningly and confidently with Sophia's elite friends. After that day when Marco got a call of my mom's looking for me, I knew the day I have waited, had come.

We walked as fast as our legs could take us, back to the villa and mom was indeed waiting for me in the dining room. For two months she was bedridden, and finally, she decided to leave the bed.

She was indeed a strong woman. She had gone through a lot, and now she looks happy and free. It's all that she had dreamed for. Being freed.

I wipe the stray tear that rolled down my cheeks with my index finger, carefully not wiping my makeup.

Mom seemed to notice my eyes watching her that she turned and met my eyes. Her smile was genuine and I know she's happy.

She excuse herself from the group and walk towards me.

Marco was just at the corner talking on the phone with Troy as he just got promoted at Ferrari Motors. He was actually sent to London for the business conference since he can't come for our engagement party.

Trey and Yza are at one corner talking to some guest. And my little Marco, he's with Grimm. For some reason, little Marco is now getting pickier in whom he wants to stay.

He only wants me, Yza and the twins, Grimm, tad and Marco.

And Marco, he's still jealous of the attention I gave to little Marco. Especially when we just got back. I always sneak him in between of us in the middle of the bed, and in the morning, he'll carry him in the neck and place him back in his own bed, while swearing him non-stop like the small pup would understand him. And he still calls him Fica, in which I couldn't change it.

"You look stunning, princess." Mom kissed me on the cheeks again as she pulled me for a hug. I hug her back. I'm so thankful that she had overcome death. I thought I'm going to lose her.

"Thanks, mom," I murmured and she smiled, pulling herself away. "You look stunning, yourself." I complimented as my eyes rake her body up and down.

She looks absolutely marvelous with her floor-length green dress which didn't show much of her skin, but the shimmering and stunning design did it for her, plus she's already stunning herself.

"Congrats, princess." Mom said with so much love in her eyes. I felt the tears starting to pool around my eyes.

"Thanks, mom." I stifled the urge to cry.

"I'll go back with my friends. I won't take your attention away from him," she looks at Marco's direction as he walks towards us. "He's very possessive, but I knew he loves you too much and I can't say no to that. I know you're in good hands." She smiled and walk away, heading for the group she just left behind moments ago.

The Massaretti hall was filled with guest whom I never met my whole life and only had seen most of them on magazines, televisions, internets, or billboards.

They sent us their best wishes and congratulations.

Just as Marco was getting closer, I saw one of the caterer walking around with a tray. I pick up one flute of non-alcoholic champagne and just about to make a sip when I felt Marco hand grabbing it away from me.

"Let me take a sip first," he made a small sip and then when he thought that it was safe, he gave it back to me.

I'm really getting annoyed when he does that. He needs to stop doing that because it's freaking stupid. He's really overrated.

Even the food I ate, he always tasted it or let his security taste it before he's giving it to me. He always gives me this excuse that I'm so tired hearing it. "I just want to make sure. Who knows, maybe there's a poison, or a sleeping pill in there, or drug."

I know I had once a drug and I'm glad the baby is safe, but that's because I'm stupid to take some stranger's drinks.

Cocking an eyebrow, I snap at him. "Satisfied?"

He looks at me in confusion like I just said something stupid. I met his stare defiantly, holding the flute not making any attempt of sipping. "You know why I was doing that.." He looks annoyed.

"I know, but who would want to drug me here when they knew you never leave me. In case you leave me, your eyes are still following me." I rolled my eyes and he just chuckled which only made my annoyance heightened.

I chugged the champagne with his eyes following my actions.

"You must be thirsty," he remarked to which I just ignored.

I placed the empty flute on the tray, as a waiter passes by. Marco was holding his wine glass half filled with white wine with his other hand while the other held my waist possessively.

Moments later, Chronicles with Arcangelo following her trying to stop her, but the bitch still has the face to show up.

She smiled broadly when she spotted us and approach us. I felt Marco's hand around my waist tightened and anger is evident in his eyes. His muscles tense and I could feel the anger radiating off him.

I suddenly felt terrified for Chronicles. He looks likely to kill her. His cold deadly eyes were staring at her. I saw Chronicles looking edgy, but she was really good at concealing her emotions.

"Congratulations, Marco." She smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. "Does Georgina knew all about your plan?"

My eyebrow quirked in confusion. Before Marco could speak, I spoke. "What plan?"

"Oh sorry dear, she didn't know, didn't she?" She feigned innocence. Her eyes were dancing with evil schemes.

"There's no plan, cara. Don't listen to her!" Marco steps forward hovering over her, intimidating the hell out of her.

Chronicles steps back looking terrified and Arcangelo just shook his head and left Chronicles with us. I think he's done with her. He joined Sophia and Angelo's group as the group was still watching us like a hawk, especially the couple Massaretti.

I look at Chronicles and she smiled evilly. "Of course. She doesn't know because if she did, then she won't be here anymore. Then you won't get the inheritance. That marriage would save you from getting all your inheritance!" She grits her teeth, her eyes darkened like an evil woman, who lost her sanity.

"Do you realized that nonno is still alive? The last will is null and void. About my inheritance? He already transferred it to me a month ago since we are in Italy." Marco steps forward, his voice is low and menacing. His hands are balled into a fist. One hard blow to Chronicles face would surely break his face.

Chronicles steps back, but she kept laughing like an evil, only refueling Marco's anger.

"I know about the inheritance, Chronicles," I spoke as I step forward, trying to get Marco's attention. One more word from Chronicles, she's dead. "Go home, Chronicles!" I spat, trying to give her another chance for her life.

"You bitch!" she was about to lunge at me when Marco grab her and threw her onto the ground, almost knocking few of the guest who was on the way. The guest spreads like a plague as Marco made steps closer to her, looking deadly.

"GUARD!" I heard Angelo's roaring voice and securities here and there scrambled to their feet to Chronicles direction and grab her without gentleness, dragging her out of the hall as she screams and swore non-stops.

Marco soon was standing in front of me. I was still shocked. I couldn't believe that Marco almost killed her. The way he threw her to the ground, she must have broken some bones in her back.

My body is still shaking, shocked and tense.

"Is it true?" I found myself asking. I heard it once with Carina, but I forgot to ask to him and a lot happened after then.

"It was my first plan." He explained as he held me closely to his chest. "But my heart disobeyed me. I fell hard. I won't give you my mother's ring if I'm not sincere. I love you, Georgina Ricci. I really do. And I will forever love you and our children." He kept rambling on as he constantly kissing my head.

I pulled myself away, but his hands still holding my waist. Staring into his now calm teal eyes, I spoke with my heart. "Even if you still planned it, I will make sure that you won't ever going to leave me. I will do everything to make you love me." I grinned.

"I would love that, baby. You have a lifetime to prove it to me.." Marco grinned wickedly as we enjoyed each warmth with our body pressed against each other. His hand was occasionally skimming my bare back.

"Yes, we have all the lifetime to prove our love." I agreed, smiling happily.

I stood on my tippy toes and boldly kissed him, with my hands pulling his tie.

We were too oblivious as Marco and I shared a hard lingering kiss. A loud applause then took me out of my lost self and I look around the hall sheepishly.

Every face was watching us with the same happy looks.

Mom, Sophia, Arcangelo and Angelo were the ones who had the biggest smile plastered all over their faces.

Then I heard little Marco's bark heading to us.

When I looked at Marco, his face is grim, staring at little Marco deadly. I approach the little pup before Marco reach him and make him a recipe.

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