chapter 1

                                    

                                          


                          
I watched with curious eyes as he spoke animatedly to the women next to him.
                          
His wife. I assume. 
                          
She's pretty, actually, correction; She was fucking gorgeous. However, nothing in comparison to my young, dirty, sinful self. 
                          
I watched as he put his arm around her. She laughed, her eyes quickly surveying the crowd, hoping no one could hear their conversation. I watched as the beautiful Italian man whispered something in her ear, something sexual probably. A green fire grew inside me as I watched both of them, happy and in love. 
                          
I gripped the flute of champagne in my manicured hands tightly. Almost wishing I could chuck it at her perfect face. 
                          
Almost.
                          
I had to play this right, though. I quickly downed the bubbling beverage and smiled contentedly as the coldness seeped right into my veins. I was surprised by the sudden green monster of jealousy in my chest. I didn't even know the man, nonetheless, it still irked me. However, it was not important, I always loved a challenge. 
                          
I turned around as a warm hand touched my back, I looked back to see my father. His beautiful onyx colored hair was pushed back with expensive gels, hoping to tame the wild hair that he so kindly passed onto me. Although his hair fell in cool calculated waves, mine was in its natural state. The unruly wild curls went well with my tan skin and brought out the sage green color in my eyes.
                          
 "Ella, my love, come, I want you to meet my colleague." My father's deep baritone rang loudly in the air. I urged myself not to roll my eyes at his use of endearments, I knew he was just putting on a show for his business partners. A nice, kind family man. Little did they know, my father was the most lying manipulative cheater I have ever come across. Although, it's not my place to judge him as I turn most men into cheaters. I chuckled in my head, almost snorting at the irony. 
                          
I dismissed my thoughts and nodded submissively. Following him, I found to my surprise, that it was the couple I was eyeing from afar. Putting on an innocent face, we approached the man and woman. Who were still in each other's embrace. My father shook the man's hand. Both of them swiveled their faces to mine. I shyly smiled at him, looking at him through my lashes. "Hello, nice to meet you." I shook his strong, large hand. Immediately liking the way his hands engulfed my petite tan hands. 
                          
"Hello, I'm Vincent Ravelli." Mr.Ravelli regarded me with a polite smile, as a father would look at a daughter. 
                          
Ignoring his polite behavior for now as soon he would be looking at me with lust in those honey hazel eyes of his. Looking to his right, he gently tapped his wife on her arm. Causing her attention to be on me. She smiled at me, a kind warm smile that made me want to punch her in the face. "Hello love, aren't you just the cutest! I am Selene Ravelli!" Her fake enthusiasm made me want to gag. The condescending comment did not go unnoticed. 
                          
Well, I can be mean too, bitch.
                          
I shot her a wide charming smile, "Hi Mrs.Ravelli! Nice to meet you! I cannot help but say, you are so beautiful for your age! I hope I can age like that!" I added a shy giggle after, and just like that. Her lips twitched a little, her facade cracking. 
                          
Although my smile was innocent and sweet, my eyes told a completely different story. Selene simply laughed a rather whiny laugh and thanked me. As the men continued their conversation, Selene tried to have small talk but my monosyllabic replies had her reaching for another glass of champagne. 
                          
Before I could retire for the night, my father quickly quipped, "Ella, sweetie, do you remember the vacation to Italy we were planning? Seems that the Ravelli's will be joining us! Isn't that great?"  
                          
My ears suddenly perked up at that information. My heart slammed ferocious beats on my chest, I couldn't help but squeal at the thought of Mr.Ravelli and I spending the summer together!
                          
 "Oh, that's wonderful! I cannot wait!" And I truly meant it. Both men laughed at my cute and sweet laugh. I stole a glance at Mr.Ravelli, only to find him staring at me. I shot him a sultry smile and held his gaze before it flickered to my chest for a short moment. When he looked back up, I pretended not to see and smiled at him one last time before bidding them adieu. 
                          
Before retreating back to my room, I surveyed the crowd until my eyes fell on a certain, delectable, Italian man. I gazed at him from across the room, as if feeling my eyes on him, his head raised up and he continued to stare at me, although he only gazed at me, I could see the flash of curiosity in his eyes. I gave him my best innocent smile, blushing slightly for added effect. 
                          
Breaking the gaze first, I felt my heart beat faster in my chest. My whole body was on fire with the way he looked at me. Walking back to my room, I felt the wet, warm feeling spread between my thighs. Although this was going to be a long game, one thing was clear in my mind. 
                          
My pussy was soaking and he hadn't even touched me yet.