Ten years later…
Some people would be happy they finished college. It was the start of their futures. A break into the world that had so many possibilities for them.
But not me.
The only thing the world offered me was a marriage that would be taking place in just a few short weeks.
What a shitshow.
I turned twenty-one a month ago, and that signaled the end of my life as I knew it. I told my father I did not want to celebrate my birthday, and he didn’t fight me on it.
He knew why.
To say our relationship was the same would be a lie. After my eleventh birthday, I became distant toward my father, only talking to him when I had to.
Man didn’t have a choice.
It was hard in the beginning, but once I left for college, it became easier.
I hated feeling this way toward him, but I couldn’t help it, and no one blamed me for it.
I was now of age, and I was to become Mrs. Olivia Romano.
It was all bullshit.
Everything had changed because of this marriage!
College was meant to last four years, but I had to complete it in three so I could marry. It didn’t bother me to do it, but the reasons behind it did.
I was smart, so I could have done it without the marriage forcing me to.
I had a dress fitting today with my mother and Mrs. Romano at Kleinfeld Bridal Shop in Manhattan. I was less than pleased, but I had to do it.
I never pretended to be happy about this day, and everyone knew it, but I never showed any disrespect toward my parents or the Romanos.
After my shower, I got dressed into my black pantsuit and white blouse with a pair of red high heels. I put my hair into a bun and headed downstairs to meet my mother.
“Good morning, sweetheart. Are you ready to go?” she greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.
“Good morning. Yes, I’m ready,” I say, grabbing my purse and phone from the table.
Let’s just get this over with.
We walk out of the house and climb into the back seat of the car.
I had my usual six bodyguards that came with me everywhere. The serious six!
It was quite normal for me whenever I left the house to never be left alone. It was like that everywhere I went, and I understood the reasons behind it.
They were all very nice men. My parents would throw an annual get-together once a year for all who worked for us. It was a great way to get to know everyone.
They were more like family to me.
We were all a very close family, and I loved it. But that would all change once I was married and had to move out.
It was horrible that I would no longer wake up in the same room anymore, or walk the hallways and help in the kitchen.
I’m going to miss the sweet potato fries.
We came to a stop, and I looked out the window to see the bridal shop. Waiting for the all clear, mother and I hopped out of the car, making our way into the store.
Once inside, we were greeted by Mrs. Romano. “Good morning, Olivia,” she said, giving me a warm hug, kissing me on the cheek.
“Good morning, Mrs. Romano,” I greeted her back.
“Oh, please, call me Stella, sweetheart. ‘Mrs. Romano’ makes me feel old,” she says while laughing.
I smile and nod as she makes her way to my mom.
I watched as my mom greeted Mrs. Romano. She is such a wonderful woman. She had a kind heart and funny personality. She could be quite dirty as well.
Which I loved!
We all walked to the back of the shop, and I was ushered into the changing room along with the dress I had helped design.
I may not want this marrage to happen, but it would be my only wedding, and I wanted my dress to be designed by me.
It was so nice of them to give me at least that.
The ladies helped me into it and brought me my shoes. Before I walked out, I took a good look in the mirror.
The dress was stunning.
A simple elegant design in the front with a bateau neckline, low waist, and an original play of illusions on the back.
The lace on the back of the dress plays with the tattoo effect and the sensuality of the skin. It also had a small lace train as well.
The dress fit me like a second skin, showing off my curves.
I took a deep breath and walked out to show the others. I walked and stood on the platform in the middle of the fitting room and looked toward my mom and Mrs. Romano.
Tears filled my mom’s eyes as she sat there looking at me. A smile danced on her face, and I couldn’t help but smile back at her. I did feel special in this dress.
But I won’t tell them that.
Mrs. Romano was smiling brightly at me. “You designed this dress, Olivia?” she asked as I nodded my head yes.
“My child, you have done an amazing job. Turn around so I may see the back?” There was excitement in her voice.
I turned around and was greeted with a floor-length mirror. “It is perfect, sweetheart, absolutely perfect. How does it fit?”
“It fits fine. I don’t think it needs any alterations, just needs to be dry-cleaned and shipped to the house,” I say, turning back to face them.
“I agree. The dress fits you like a glove, darling. Have it cleaned and sent to this address as soon as possible, please,” my mom told one of the saleswomen as she took the address my mom gave her.
I walked back into the changing room and got dressed. We were to have lunch after this, and I was starving!
Sweet potato fries!
Handing the dress off to one of the ladies, we made our way out of the store and back into the car. Mrs. Romano got into her own car, and we all made our way to the restaurant.
I was glad that was over with. I was happy with the dress, but I was even more happy to be out of it knowing what it all meant.
Resting my head back, I closed my eyes. I wonder what Antonio was like ten years later. Was he rude? Arrogant? Cruel? I hoped not.
I knew my father would not agree to this if he was any of those things.
But people change over time. He would be twenty-six now—a man, not a boy.
Thrusting in and out of Ashley under me was an amazing feeling.
The way her walls clamped around my dick brought me to my climax as I held onto the headboard with both hands while slamming into her over and over again.
Gonna need a new one soon!
Her loud moans filled the room, and it was sweet music to my ears. I looked down to see her eyes closed with a smile playing on her lips and her nails digging into my shoulders.
I could feel my balls tighten as my thrusts started to become urgent.
I started shooting my hot seed into the condom that was wrapped around my cock as I let out a few curse words.
Trying to get my breathing back under control, I began to pull out and rolled over onto my back.
Breathe, Antonio, before you fucking die!
“That was amazing, Antonio,” she said to me.
I look over to see that her lips are swollen and hair a knotted mess from the two rounds we had just gone through.
“Yes, it was,” I say as I run my hands over my face.
I got up and disposed of the condom. I then hopped into the shower and cleaned myself up. I felt hands wrap around my torso and a face on my back.
Ashley and I have been on and off for the past ten years. Once we got back from the Russo residence, I told her the truth and that this relationship would end up going nowhere.
To say she took it well would be a lie. She was pissed about the whole thing, and I couldn’t really blame her.
We broke it off but then got back together a few months later. Then I broke it off before I left for college.
After that, I ran into her again, and we have been fucking ever since. I wouldn’t go as far as to say we are together, but we do sleep with each other when the time is needed.
I know she understands I’ll be getting married in a few days and that this will probably have to stop.
If we continued to sleep with each other while I was married, my father would kill me—not to mention Mr. Russo.
The Hulk would crush me into a fine powder.
I had promised everyone I would give this marriage a go, but I might keep Ashley around.
I highly doubt Olivia would sleep with me straight away, or at all, and I was a man with needs that Ashley was more than happy to help with.
I wonder if she is as beautiful as I remember her to be? I remember the feeling she gave me and my mindset at the time, after meeting her.
The feelings that scared the shit out of me.
I still, however, get this feeling whenever my father or mother talk about her. It’s like I can’t help but eavesdrop and find out everything there is to know about her.
I did overhear mother talking about a dress fitting she went to with Olivia and her mother a few weeks ago. She said Olivia looked stunning.
I shake my head as the hot water continues to fall over me. All I can see is an eleven-year-old girl when they talk about her, not this stunning beauty according to my mother.
I snapped back to reality when I felt Ashley’s hands move down toward my cock and grab it.
I move her hands away and turn around. I can’t do this now. I have dinner with my parents in an hour, and I can’t be late.
Plus, I needed Ashley to leave before anyone saw her.
“I have plans,” is all I say and step out of the bathroom.
Ashley being Ashley follows me out of the room, dripping wet, as I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist.
“This is about that slut!” she snaps as I feel her anger rising.
Whoa! Calm down, lovely!
“She isn’t a slut, Ashley. You know this as well as I do, so don’t call her that,” I say, shaking my head.
“She is taking what is mine, so yeah, I think ‘slut’ is a nice fit for her,” she says as her hands go to her hips.
Did she just say I was hers?
I sigh, turning around to face a very mad and very red-faced woman.
“I am not yours, Ashley. I haven’t been yours since before I left for college eight years ago. You knew what this was, nothing more than sex, and that’s it.
“I am getting married in a few days, and there is nothing that will change it,” I tell her.
Well, wasn’t that the wrong thing to say.
“Really? Not mine! You are mine, Antonio, and don’t you forget it! If it weren’t for this whole marriage then we would still be together!
“And this is so much more than sex, so if you think we are stopping once you are married to that whore, then you are mistaken! You always will be mine, Antonio Romano!”
With that, she dresses and walks out of my room.
I should have never picked this back up with her. I knew she loved me, but this is getting out of hand and fast.
I run my fingers through my hair and get dressed in my jeans and black top. Making my way to my father’s office, I knock and wait to be called.
“Come in,” my dad says, and I open the door and walk in to take a seat in front of him.
“Good afternoon, son. I just need to finalize some of this paperwork and then I am all yours,” he says, not looking up from the yellow folders that are piled on top of his desk.
“Not a problem, Father,” I say, looking at him. He has aged a bit in the past ten years. Some would call it old age, but I call it stress.
Take a look at my future.
This job is not an easy one, and now I am looking at a man who will be me in the next thirty years.
He needs a holiday soon. The last time we went anywhere was when I was eighteen and we went to Mexico for my birthday.
Ooohhh, Mexico! Now that was a wild week.
He has worked hard his whole life; it is only fair I take over soon so he and Mom can relax and enjoy retirement. He is only forty-nine years old, but he looks much older these days.
“Okay, all done,” he says, sorting out the papers still on his desk.
He looks up at me and smiles. “Are you ready to go down for dinner?”
I nod and make my way to the door and down the stairs till we both reach the dining room.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting, my love,” he tells Mom while kissing her.
Normally, a lot of children would complain about their parents showing affection in front of them, but I rather like it. After all these years, they still love and respect each other.
Better growing up watching your parents kiss, than watching them fight consistently.
“Don’t make a habit of it.” My mother winks at him and lets out a small laugh as he slaps her ass.
I shack my head at this forty-nine-year-old man acting like a teenage boy. He only gets this way around Mom. He says she always makes him feel younger.
After that, we all sit down and wait for dinner to be served.
“So, how are you feeling? Only two more days, son,” Dad says, looking at me with a smile.
“I don’t know how I feel really. It is just something I have to do,” I say, taking a sip of my wine.
“You will try to make this marriage work, won’t you?” my mother says.
“Of course he will. There is too much riding on this for him not to.” He looks at me. “Olivia is a beautiful young woman, and I believe you will have a happy marriage ahead of you.
“You just need to give it time. Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
Mom rolls her eyes at his last statement, and I can’t help but chuckle a bit.
That is my father’s motto. He says it at least four times a day.
“We both understand what you are feeling, sweetie. I hated the idea of marrying this old prune,” she says, gesturing to my father.
I couldn’t help but laugh while my fathers eyes almost popped out of his head.
“Old what!” he says, shocked.
“Oh, shh. Like you were thrilled to marry me at the time?” she tells my father while raising one eyebrow.
“No, I wasn’t, but was the old prune part really necessary?” He mumbled, crossing his arms in front of him.
My father is a man-child.
My mother just shrugged her shoulders. “Your father and I were against this whole thing. We wanted nothing to do with each other.
“I remember for the first few months I would avoid him at every turn.” She let out a small laugh.
“But one day, there was a breach at the house. They cut the alarms, so I had no idea what was happening. They broke into our bedroom and tried to take me. I was beyond scared.
“I remember screaming for your father, and before I knew it, he was there, ripping the men off me and killing them with his bare hands. I remember watching him as he protected me.
“I remember the look he gave me once he came to see if I was okay.”
She then looked to my father and smiled. My father was smiling brightly back at her.
“I fell in love with him that day and didn’t try to avoid him anymore. I knew despite everything that he would always keep me safe and loved, and I have never looked back.
“I’m not saying the same thing will happen with both you and Olivia, but your father and I are proof that it can work. Just give it time.”
I was still looking at my mother. They are the only people that do know what I am going through. Maybe after time, my feelings will grow into something more? Maybe the same thing will happen with her too?
Nah, not possible.
I nod my head as I stand and walk to hug my mother.
“I will try,” I whisper in her ear.
“Thank you, son,” she says, embracing me.
I pull back and take my seat. “How is the wedding coming along?” I ask, expecting some big, fancy spectacle.
“It is coming along quite nicely. The ceremony will take place at Saint Paul’s Church, then a small quiet reception at the Russo Estate.
“Olivia didn’t what the day to be a circus—only family and close friends, nothing more. But it will be elegant.”
I nod my head and continue to eat dinner. I was expecting an over-the-top wedding with all the bells and whistles. Guess I was wrong about that too.
“On the day, you, your father, and the groomsmen will get ready here before heading to the church. The cars will be here at 10 a.m. sharp, so make sure to get plenty of sleep the night before.
“We will be at the church by 11:30 a.m.. Gives you thirty minutes to calm your nerves before she arrives.”
“You women have done it all then,” my father says with a smile.
“Can’t leave this day in the hands of men, or nothing will get done,” my mother says, winking at my father.
After dinner is finished, I head to my room and let the darkness overtake me. Today has been a hard day, and it is only going to get harder for me.
Vincent (Mr. Romano)
Finally relaxing in bed after a fucking shit day, I close my eyes and try to relax my mind when I feel the soft hands of the love of my life resting on my chest.
I instantly calm down and look at her. God, how did I get so lucky? I run my fingers up and down her arms, and we relax into each other.
“Do you really think Antonio will give this marriage a chance?” she asks, not looking at me.
She knows my answer.
“No, I am sure he won’t. He is still sleeping with Ashley, and I doubt that will end once he is married.” I sigh and shake my head.
“What are we going to do then? Olivia has turned into the most stunning woman and has a heart of gold. Antonio will only hurt her, and that is something we must not let happen.
“What will Nikolas do if he finds out about Ashley? He isn’t going to go easy on him for hurting his daughter,” she says as worry and fear grip her.
“Maybe that’s what he needs,” I say and look down.
Her eyes are wide and mouth open. “You can’t be serious! Vincent! He will beat him to within an inch of his life if he finds out.”
She pushes away from me as I pull her right back into my arms were she belongs.
“We have been speaking to him for the past ten years, Stella. He understands the consequence if he crosses Nikolas Russo. What more can we do?
“Once they are married, that’s that. We can’t interfere like we do now.”
She looks down at her hands and nods.
She knows just as I do that we have given Antonio plenty of time and warning about this and that he will be digging his own grave if he hurts her in any way.
“Sleep, my love. Tomorrow is another day.” I kiss her lips and drift off with her sleeping in my arms.