Hopelessly wrapped around her finger.
My last name looks good on you, principessa. I’m glad you are having time with your friends today because tonight you’re going to be all mine. I miss the taste of you
My fingers hit send and I think about how I want to tell her I love her. Maybe if she knows my feelings she’ll tell me her problems but at the same time I’m worried it will scare her to hear the words. Ilaria is complicated.
My phone buzzes as my driver takes Francesco and I to the airport.
Tonight I’m tasting you
Her text makes my cock jump and I bite my tongue, shaking my head at her.
My troublemaker.
My fiancée.
My Ilaria.
“We have a meeting Sunday with the Cartel in Vegas.”
Francesco lets me know as I nod my head. Somehow this party just turned into a work outing and I’m not sure how to feel.
All I know is that after this weekend there will be no secrets between me and Ilaria.
And that is enough for me.
32ILARIA
“Stop smiling at your phone.”
Sammie slaps at it as she hands me another mimosa. We’re already shit faced, all of us should have been cut off hours ago but no one has. Especially since we’re at the salon now getting our hair and makeup done for the dinner tonight where the boys will be.
Where I’ll have to lie to my fiancée again
I chug the mimosa, needing to be drunker than I am.
We need to clean up this mess.
We.
Me and my friends.
Not some man who thinks women are accessories. I was so used to growing up with me who thought I wasn’t capable of things that they did but I’ve always been just as good.
Fuck them.
We had gotten revenge and now we would clean up another mess because men were greedy and needed to be pacified
“Tie me into this.”
My eyes come up to Sammie, eyes widening as I take in her bond girl outfit.
The leather gown is strapless, plunging down and leaving nothing to the imagination. The fabric cut and O rings press into her thighs in a diagonal line from her hip down to her upper thigh. Her dark hair is slicked back and her lips painted the signature red we all decided to wear tonight because Mac Russian Red looks great on everyone.
I don’t even have time to think about how hot she is as Tessa starts lacing her up.
Tonight’s theme is 007, the boys are supposed to give their best Bond looks and we’re the Femme Fatales.
It seems my friends understood the assignment.
Tessa is in a silk black, backless dress thats a halter top, threatening to open up and show off all over her with a single move. Black lace gloves and slick black hair make her look dangerous in a put together assassin sort of way.
Becca is in a sheer dress with crystals covering it from head to toe, it’s around her neck and would give the impression of full coverage but it shows off her figure and the nude lingerie underneath. Her hair in pinup curls and tucked back as she shimmers around looking like a naked chandelier.
Madeline takes everything seriously and is wearing an exact replica of the quarter sleeve sheer bond dress. Her smokey makeup accenting the outfit.
And then there is me, in a completely sheer gown with a red thong underneath and some lace covering my nipples and decorating parts of the gown. I’ve paired it with above the elbow silk red gloves and the same lipstick as all my friends. My hair is curled, thick and hanging down my back so it bounces when I walk.
007 might be the one with the gun but us girls are the ones who are deadly.
“I swear to god if I don’t get fucked tonight I’ll-”
“When do you not get fucked?” Tessa cuts off Sammie, getting a blank look from our friend as she smiles, shrugging her shoulders.
“Becca might get lucky tonight with-”
“Don’t say his name. He’s like fucking Beetlejuice. If you say his name he fucking appears.” She sips her champagne, eyes sweeping around as Madeline escorts us through the salon towards the foyer of the hotel.
