Chapter 11

                                    

                                          
After yesterday's pitiful scene, I was lulled to sleep by the soft sounds of the crashing waves. Once I had woken, the crisp, summer air filtered in through the open windows, making me regret wearing only a t-shirt to bed. Stretching myself like a cat on the fluffy bed, I sat up and scrolled through my phone. Midway through the online shopping session, I was enjoying, my stomach grumbled, indicating that almost 30 minutes had passed since I had woken up. 
                          
Placing my order quickly, I jumped out of bed. My small, pedicured feet hit the hardwood floor with a soft thud. I padded my way to the large en-suite and went on with my daily routine. Once I finished, I put on some shorts and opened the door to the hallway. I frowned slightly when I heard pin-drop silence, walking further down I took a left turn and walked down the staircase. When I reached the bottom step, soft chatter was floating in the air, cloaked with the aromatic scent of breakfast. A large grin formed on my face as I saw my father making pancakes with Mr.Ravelli. 
                          
My footsteps made them look my way. As I walked forward towards the open-kitchen I saw Mr.Ravelli, looking yummier than the breakfast, as always, staring at my face then shifting his gaze to my long, shapely legs. My father glanced up before smiling at me, "Oh, ciao, Ella. I was just about to wake you up. How are you, love?" (Hello) I walked over to the other side of the counter and hugged my father, wrapping my arms around his waist. 
                          
I nuzzled my nose in his white t-shirt, his strong aftershave tickling my nose, "Mmm, better." I removed my head from his shirt and looked up at him. His onyx hair was falling lightly in waves, devoid of product. The crinkles and dark circles around his eyes seemed to have lessened, and his smile was brighter than other days. Something about him had changed. 
                          
My father smiled at me before kissing my forehead, slowly removing my arms from him, I stood next to the stove and watched as my father made the rest of breakfast. I was so in awe of his domestic actions, I didn't realize how long I was staring at him until another presence shifted in my peripheral. I turned to see Mr.Ravelli setting plates and utensils on the countertop, I bit my lip when I saw his back muscles move through his thin grey t-shirt, his sweatpants making his ass look absolutely perfect. I smiled at him when he turned around, he smirked slightly and shook his head, knowing he caught me in the act of checking him out.
                          
I left my father's side and went to the cupboard opposite me, I pulled it open, the cold handle causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. I scanned the contents of the cupboard and found my favorite cereal brand on the highest shelf. I pouted and rose on my tiptoes to reach to the box, my brows scrunched in concentration and my lip curled slightly, my tongue poking out the side. I could feel the damned box teasing my fingertips, but it was out of reach. 
                          
Before I could give up completely, a hard figure pressed behind me making me gasp. Mr.Ravelli's tan arm came into view, his veins making me clench. He picked up the box and put it down in front of me, his lips pressed against my ear, "Here, gattina." Mr.Ravelli's words ran straight from my ear to my pussy, I bit my lip to not let the moan escape my lips. Before I could fuck him, right there and then, he retreated and left me having literal heart palpitations. 
                          
I calmed my heart down, grabbed the cereal box, and made my way to the counter. My father and Mr.Ravelli were engrossed in a conversation so I sat myself down right next to Mr.Ravelli with my father sitting across from me. I smiled at my father and reached forward to take some pancakes, stacking them high on my plate. Picking up the maple syrup I poured that bitch all over, and then, at last, I take the cereal box and sprinkle some on top of the stack as well. 
                          
Before I could dig into my breakfast, I looked up to see both my father and Mr.Ravelli staring at me like I had grown two heads. "What? I'm hungry?" I blushed slightly in embarrassment when both men looked at one another and then burst out in raucous laughter. I rolled my eyes at their childish behavior and began eating my breakfast. After they had calmed down, the rest of breakfast was uneventful. Both men talked about business whilst I scrolled through my phone. Halfway through my breakfast, the sound of someone coming down the stairs had me move my attention towards the entryway. I clenched my jaw when I saw Selene walking towards us, looking angelic, as always. I rolled my eyes and almost threw my plate at her face when I had to witness their kiss. 
                          
Pushing my anger to the side I quickly finished my food. Putting my plate in the washer, I walked to my father and wrapped my arms around him, "So, what's the plan for today?" He frowned when the question left my lips and he sighed deeply, "I am so sorry, amore mio, but I have been called in at work. They are having some trouble in the Paris office. Maybe you can spend some time with the Ravelli's, yes?" (My love). My father looked at Mr.Ravelli, who tore himself from his wife, and quickly wiped his mouth with a napkin, "Yes, of course, right honey?" Selene simply glanced at me before nodding, "Yes why not? We were thinking of going to the beach." I smiled at her and hugged my father, kissing his cheek before leaving. 
                          
I glanced at Mr.Ravelli, who was staring at me. I raised an eyebrow at him before walking towards the stairs. I entered my room and sat down on the bed, trying to not gag at spending time with his wife. However, I reminded myself that all of that didn't matter as I got to be with him. I got up and walked to the walk-in closet. Rummaging through the drawer, I found a black bikini. It was one of my favorite pieces, it was a tiny little thing and that was exactly what I loved about it. I quickly stripped down and put on the swimsuit, walking to the mirror I smiled when I saw the fit of it on my body. I loved the way it looked, and I knew he would too. 
                          
I grabbed a beach bag and started putting some necessities inside. Before I left, I put on some shorts and grabbed a white see-through cover-up. Leaving my room, I walked downstairs and saw no one in sight, figuring everyone was getting dressed, I walked over to the balcony and walked towards the stone ledge, enjoying the view. In the daylight, I could see everything more clearly, I think I definitely fell in love with Italy. 
                          
The suite we were currently staying in had large, greek pillars that stood on each side of the villa. They were wrapped with vines and exotic flowers, across from the pillars there were a bunch of mountains on the side with little, colorful houses and other hotel rooms. However, the most spectacular part was the shining, cerulean water. It was so bright, I felt as if it was as clear as glass. "Breathtaking, no?" I jumped slightly, turning around to see Mr.Ravelli staring at me. I chuckled lightly, "Yeah, it really is." 
                          
He walked towards me, pressing himself against my back. I relaxed against him, feeling his soft breathing against my back. Mr.Ravelli slid the tips of his fingers from my wrist to my collarbone, until finally resting themselves on my waist. Although I was wearing shorts and a bra top, I wanted to feel more of him. His fingers moved against my waist, slightly brushing against the material of the top. I gasped when he gripped my waist tightly before moving his head down to my neck. He licked up to my ear, nibbling on it slightly and growling, "You're really going to torture me aren't you, gattina?" I moaned at his touch giggling, "I think it really showcases my assets, no, daddy?" 
                          
Mr.Ravelli bit down on my ear before twisting me to face him, "Don't call me that." He glared at me, but there was nothing but desire in his eyes. I smirked at him before trailing my hands over his bare chest, moving on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "Why? Does it turn you on?" I smiled at him innocently when I felt him twitch against my stomach. I laughed, before skipping away from him, I turned around to watch him, "Oh and Mr.Ravelli, if you ever kiss that woman in front of me, again, I'll be much less forgiving. Now, best get rid of that hard-on before your wife sees you, God forbid she thinks it's because of her." I giggled at him and walked back inside. 
                          
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