"Signora Rossi a package came for you right now."-the maid says entering my room.

She was holding in her hands a big white box and I already knew what it was.

My gown from Zuhair Murad I had ordered two weeks ago. I opened the box revealing the beautiful blue gown. The thin soft material and the sparkles made it even better. It has been a long time since I've been exited for an outfit.

The reason this dress is here is an event where me and Domenico are supposed to go. It's like an award show. One of Domenico's companies is a sponsor for this event and we are invited as guests.

Do mafia bosses have companies?

Yes, of course they do. These businesses are used for "cleaning the money". It's a sort of cover for the "dirty businesses" like drugs or illegal guns.

If the mafia bosses wouldn't have these businesses it would be difficult to explain where all that amount of money comes from. It would be clear that they are mobsters.

It's not that people don't know it yet. They do, but nobody dares to say it out loud. Not even the police, they aren't powerful enough. The mafia controls everything and of course with that amount of money and power they have they can corrupt a lot of people from the government or police.

I take the dress, go in front of the mirror and put it on. It looked amazing. The designer has made a flawless job.

"Si vede cosi bella signorina."(you look so beautiful miss)-the maid says.

"Grazie."-I say and hang the dress in the closet to have it ready for tonight.

After that I go outside and I see Domenico. He was carrying a brown garment bag which seemed to be from Gianni Versace.

"Is that your outfit for tonight?"-I ask him.

"Yes, they delivered it to me right now. Did you get what you needed?"-he asks.

"Yes , the package came a few minutes ago."-I say and go to the garden.

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The day passed by really quickly and it was time to get ready. This time I wasn't preparing myself. There were hair dressers and designers there to get me ready.

They made my makeup. For the eyes they used a dark and silver eyeshadow and a black eyeliner. My lips were in a matte bloody red color. The hairstyle was finger waves, a vintage wavy hairstyle.

After the make up I put on my dress. I was in love with that dress. I already had ready my Gianvito Rossi silver heels so I slipped into them.

Since the dress had long sleeves I put on only a pair of aquamarine earrings from Tiffany.

I was finally ready. I go to the door to open it and as soon as I do I am facing Domenico. We were both going to open the door at the same time.

He looked: unreal. So handsome and classy. Like a Roman God. And that Versace suit looked really good on him.

He just stands there, 'frozen' for a while looking at me. A few moments pass and he doesn't say a word.

"We don't want to be late."-I say and get out of the room, Domenico following me.

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We get to the event and there were people looking at us. There were girls looking at me with envy and looking Domenico mesmerized by his appearance. There were also a lot of men looking at me, but they tried not to look too much since they knew the man on my side. In the code looking at the woman of a mafia boss meant war.

As we get ready to pose for the photographs Domenico puts his hand on my waist and brings me closer to him. That's feeling inside me reappears. It's like my stomach is trembling, is.. Fluttery. I have never feel like this when somebody else touches me, it only happens with him. Every time his skin touches mine or we have physical contact this happens, and I can't control it.

We sat in our places and most of the event Domenico wouldn't keep his eyes off of me, making me feel rather uncomfortable. I caught him again starring at me and I do the same to him.

"What?"-he asks.

"Me what? You what?"-you are making me feel uncomfortable.

His lips curve into a smile and he leans closer, his mouth close to my ear:

"I apologize, but I can't help the fact that you look beautiful tonight."-he says leaving me speechless.

Two things: Domenico said "I APOLOGIZE " and that I looked beautiful?

Before I could realize I was smiling. I was actually smiling. Smiling to the same person that made me cry. He was the reason I was smiling. I couldn't believe it.

The host thanked Domenico for sponsoring the event they continued for another thirty minute before closing it. Of course there was the after party to go to. I wasn't very excited to go, but Domenico said that we had to and that we would stay just a little bit.

For the after party I had to change and there was actually rooms for that. I go to a room and put on my other dress. I have wore this dress before and since we wouldn't stay very long I thought it was good enough.

When I started wearing the dress I heard some other girls talk:

"Mamma mia did you saw Domenico Del Vecchio there? He looked sooo hot. Better than ever."

"I know right? I can't believe he is actually settling down with one woman."-the other girl says.

"Oh please he is probably cheating on her. He isn't a one woman kind of man. But he was so good in bed from what I remember. So strong, so.. savage."-that girl says and laughs.

I was upset. That's what Domenico was? I mean, I knew he was a ladies man, but this is... Why do I feel so bad about what I heard it shouldn't affect me.

I get dressed, give a little touch to my makeup and go.

As I was entering the place. I saw something. Something that made me really mad. There was Domenico talking to a girl and she was sitting on his lap.

I feel horrible, I can't help but feel horrible. Why would he complimented me when a few minutes after he is going to have another girl all over him? My eyes were watering.

Quel cane maledetto. (That cursed dog.)

I stay there in the entrance frozen, still looking at him. He turns his head into my direction and looks at me. He throws the girl from his lap and gets up from his seat.

No I can't do this. I turn around and start walking away. All I want to do now is to get away from him.

I fasten my steps when I hear him call me. He jogs towards me catching me. He grabs my arm and turns me around.

"Where are you going?"-he asks looking at me.

"Where do you think I'm going? Away from you. Let me go!"-I say and try to free myself from his grip.

"You aren't going anywhere."-he says holding me tighter.

"Why did you do this? To embarrass me? To humiliate me? Well you made it! Congratulations! When I was in the changing room I heard some girls talk about you. How you treat women. How you are 'a ladies man'. How dare you? Who do you think I am? Some gold digger who would throw herself at you? Well you thought wrong. I am not a doll you can play with and than get bored and you are not going to treat like you are used to do with the others. I don't care how powerful you are. You are not going to disrespect me." I was mad, really mad and I felt horrible.

He stands there holding me, pulls me closer and kisses me. I try to push him, and hit him on the chest to let me go, but he doesn't move. I give in and I kiss him back so he could think I was calm. And that's what he thought so he pulls away. But I wasn't calm so I did something I never thought I would do. I slap him across the face.

My blood was boiling and I didn't regret it. He just stands there with his head aside, than he turns his head around, grabs my shoulders, looks at me in the eyes and kisses me again. Hard. This kiss wasn't like those magical, gentle kisses. It had passion, fire and anger. From both of us. This time I give in and kiss him back. Because I was hungry for him, mad at him, but craving the fire he brought in me.

After a while we pull away. He grabs my cheeks and puts his forehead into mine, looks in my eyes and says:

"First, you will never do that again. Second yes, I have been a ladies man. I've been with a lot of women, but never fell in love with any of them. It's true. But I would never humiliate, embarrass or disrespect you. You are the woman by my side. You represent me. And about that girl, she was the one who sat on my lap and no I didn't had any interest in her. Why would I when just a few minutes before the most beautiful woman in the entire event was sitting next to me. I am a man of honor. I know better. And I should be the one mad at you for thinking that and slap me. But I won't. You were just jealous."-he says smirking.

"Me? Jealous? Please! I just wanted to have the respect I deserve, not that I was jealous."-I say.

He ignores my response and says:"Come on, let's go back to the house."..

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