Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“Okay.” I turn back to them. “We can celebrate.”
Federico whoops. “My cock is already on fire. I’m ready to fuck a whole harem of American broads.”
I raise a finger. “Hang on. Didn’t you bring your wife and your little girl with you?”
“Yeah. So what? They get to shop and I get to fuck.”
I frown.
“What?” he screeches. “I don’t pretend to be a one-woman man like you. I’m a stallion. When I see a mare, my cock takes over. My wife knew that when she married me.” He winks at me. “Or is it that you worried you won’t be able to keep up the pretense that you’re a one-woman man?”
“I’m loyal to my wife.”
His eyes glitter. “There isn’t a man alive who can resist the temptation of the fresh flesh.”
I stare at him. I know it is impossible for him to believe, but I actually have no desire for any other woman, but Francesca. I’ve had so many and they all amount to nothing. The only woman who makes me feel something is Francesca.
“Go on. Prove it to me,” he taunts. “I’ll get a real woman to give you a dance, you know, nothing out of the ordinary. Just a dance. And let’s see how loyal you are then.”
I lean back in my chair. “Let’s up the ante a little bit.”
Excited that I’m playing along, Federico nods. “Anything.”
“If I can pass your test, you don’t get to fuck a single woman, and you’ll go back to your wife and daughter tonight.”
Federico sucks in a breath, and Roberto laughs at him because it looks like he’s about to back down. But seconds later, he shakes his head.
“We have a deal.”
“Great.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
VALENTINO
We move to the VIP section a few floors down. When the door opens, I see that more than half the guests are women. The music is loud and people are dancing.
We move to a table reserved for us. Instantly, Federico starts roaming the club looking for a woman who will make me lose my principles.
“Are you sure you want to do this with Federico?” Roberto asks.
“You don’t trust me to win?” I ask, looking at him over the rim of my glass.
Roberto sighs. “Nah, it’s not that. It’s-”
“Valentino,” Federico booms from behind me, and I turn to see him with a voluptuous blonde. Looking at her, it’s obvious Federico knows what I like in a woman. And it would have worked before Francesca came on the scene.
But since I set eyes on her, my taste has changed drastically. Now, only she will do. Only the smell of her skin hardens my cock.
“This is Rosalia,” Federico introduces with a sly smile.
Rosalia catwalks to me and reaches up to touch my face. I capture her hand in mine. “No touching,” I warn softly. “You’re here to dance.”
“Five minutes,” Federico says to me. “You get an erection; you lose.”
I down my brandy and set down my glass. “Let’s go.”
A few moments later, I’m in a private room sitting in a leather chair, sultry music flowing from the overhead speaker. I’m under the spotlight while Roberto and Federico are standing in the shadows, watching.
The curtains part and Rosalia glides out. She has changed her outfit into something sexier: a tiny bra that brazenly displays her large breasts and barely covers her erect nipples. She’s wearing a clingy golden sarong that hugs her every curve. There’s a secretive smile on her face, and honestly, she would have been my cup of tea in the past.
Something tells me Rosalia has been paid to make me lose and she would be quite happy to fuck me. To my great surprise, I suddenly feel guilty. For the first time in my life, I feel shame. I haven’t even done anything wrong, but I already feel remorse for putting myself in this position. I’m doing something that I wouldn’t do if Francesca was here because I know she would definitely not be okay with this. I push away the unfamiliar sensation. This is about me. I’m not being unfaithful. I have to prove soothing to Federico, and this is the only way to do it.
“Fuck!” Roberto groans when Rosalia appears, and from the corner of my eye, I see him adjust his pants. Well, he can have her when the dance is done. He’s single.
Rosalia undulates towards me until she’s only a couple of feet away. She spreads her legs and slides down. Roberto must have put her up to it because the woman is not wearing panties and I get a quick view of pink, fleshy folds before she rises slowly.
I feel nothing.
She climbs onto my lap, jiggling her impressive bosom in my face. She’s a good dancer, but I do not react to her, and with every minute that passes, she becomes more daring. At one point I can smell her arousal. A hot damp smell that makes me feel even more remorseful. I’m relieved when the timer rings and she climbs off me, looking offended.