Episode 5

I sit by the pool, contemplating life.

"Mrs. Conti. I hear someone say. I look around to see who Mrs. Conti is."

"Mrs. Conti?"

"Mrs. Valentina. I look back, and a young woman in a uniform like those in the kitchen is standing behind me."

"The clerk is in the office waiting for you. She says."

"Oh yes. Thank you. I’m sorry I heard you call, but I was looking for Mrs. Conti."

The young woman smiles and says,

"It's your new surname; it’s the same as your husband’s. She remarks."

"Oh, I'm sorry... I didn’t even know. She looks at me, confused."

We continue talking as we walk into the house. She accompanies me to the office.

"Ma'am, after you finish with the clerk, please come for lunch. It will already be served."

"Okay. I will. Thank you."

I enter the office, sign the document, and quickly exit.

I go to have lunch, and when I arrive in the dining room, the young woman is waiting for me.

"Please, take a seat. I will be right with you. She says upon seeing me."

"Oh no! I prefer to eat in the kitchen. I say as I head to the kitchen and take a seat."

The young woman brings my plate, and I start to eat.

Out of nowhere, a man suddenly appears and grabs my arm, pulling me away from the table.

"Are you crazy? Let go of me! What are you doing? I scream in question, thinking he must be some security or henchman of Mr. Salvatore."

That old man must be watching me through the cameras.

He yanks me and pulls me up the stairs, continuing to drag me along. I pull my arm free and manage to escape.

"You brute! Let me go! I’ll tell Mr. Salvatore."

He rolls his eyes, scoops me up, and starts to carry me out.

"Ahhhh... Let me go! I scream."

He heads toward a direction opposite my room.

He opens Mr. Salvatore's bedroom door, enters, and throws me onto the bed with force.

He straightens his hair and smoothes his beard, as if trying to compose himself.

I stand there, staring at him until I decide to speak.

"I don’t know who you are, but I will talk to Mr. Salvatore and..."

"Shut up! He interrupts, placing his hand over my lips."

"I didn’t give you permission to speak. I am Salvatore! He says in an authoritative tone."

I feel a chill and back away.

"Damn, I shouted at him," I think.

And my God, what a handsome and charming man.

"I thought you would be... uh..."

"Be what? He asks impatiently."

"Old and ugly."

"Ha Ha Ha. I'll take that as a compliment. He replies."

Damn, what a beautiful smile. I’m drooling over this complete stranger, this charmer.

"Mrs. Valentina, I want to know why you returned the money I gave you as a gift?"

"Oh, I... I didn’t know. I thought it was a mistake. Because the contract states the amount of 4 million. So I returned it. I'm sorry."

He keeps looking at me, analyzing me.

I glance around his room; there’s nothing particularly special. In fact, it’s quite similar to mine.

"What are you looking for, ma'am?"

"Nothing. Your room is quite like mine. The difference being that I have mirrors on my wall, and you have a slatted panel. I don’t see why there’s so much mystery about not being able to enter here. I say without thinking much."

"The clause isn't to hide anything. It’s to preserve my space. This is my place of rest. My refuge on tough days. Just moments when I enjoy solitude. He says."

"You are my wife. I don’t want you mingling or chatting with the employees. Your place to eat is at the dining table, not in the kitchen. He states."

"It’s just that I grew up without..."

....Am I clear? He interrupts me.

He leans closer, bends over me, and kisses me with desire.

I don’t know how to react, but I decide to mirror his actions. His tongue invades my mouth, meeting mine in perfect synchrony.

"You are beautiful, Valentina. He whispers in my ear while kissing my neck. I surrender to the sensation of his lips. Suddenly, he pulls away and says:"

"Go to your room! And please, behave. We’ll see each other tonight! He says as he opens the bedroom door."

I think about saying something, but I decide it’s wiser to remain silent. I rise, bewildered, and exit.

Arriving at my room, I make my way to the balcony. As soon as I lean against the railing, someone turns me around. When I look, it’s Mr. Salvatore again, who embraces me and kisses me once more. He presses me against the railing, kissing me with fervor.

I caress his black hair and touch his soft beard. He hurriedly unbuttons his shirt and throws it on the floor. He takes off my t-shirt and starts kissing my neck, between my breasts, my stomach, and then moving down my lips.

I thought he was going to love me right there on the balcony.

"Mr. Salvatore? I say softly, he jumps as if snapping back to reality."

"What’s happening to me? I was about to..." he breathes deeply, running a hand through his hair.

"There’s something different about you, Valentina. I... I don’t usually act this way. You throw me off my focus. He says, sighing deeply."

"We will have dinner at 8 PM, be ready and on time. See you later. He says and leaves."

It wasn’t just him who was different. I was too.

My panties are wet. Although I’m scared of the first time, something tells me that with him, it would be unforgettable.

I sit on the bed and decide to call my mother.

"Daughter! My mother says as she answers."

"Hi, Mom."

"Finally, you called. Sweetheart??? Sweetheart, Tina is on the phone. She screams."

"Oh God, that’s great. I hear my dad shout from a distance."

"How are you? Is everything okay? Are they treating you well? She fires off questions."

"I’m fine, and yes, they’re treating me well."

"Did Mr. Salvatore treat you well?"

I remember what just happened and respond:

"Yes, better than I expected."

"Daughter, he was kind to you. Did he hurt you? You know, when he made you a woman?"

"Mommmmm! I say, embarrassed. But I chose not to mention that it hasn't happened yet."

"Sorry, it’s a mother’s concern. But you seem fine and happy."

"I still have to get to know everything here, including my husband."

"Oh yes! You need to get to know each other. She says."

"Princess, did your husband treat you well? Because if he didn’t... ahhhh I don’t care who he is or how much money he has..."

"It’s okay, Dad. I interrupt before he gets nervous and has a heart attack."

"Thank you for the money, daughter. I saw that you sent it. Your dad just paid off the debt and we’re fine. But you sent me everything you earned; the rest is yours. Mom says."

"Mom, use that money to send Luigi far away from this place full of mafiosos and criminals. It’s enough to support him and his studies somewhere else. Send him to another country."

"Are you sure, daughter? You sacrificed for us. It’s only fair the money stays with you. She says."

"Mom, you know that Luigi has a good heart and can’t say"No."He’ll get influenced again. We won’t have another option. Help him walk the right path. I look around and see everything here. I don’t need the money."

"Alright! Let's do that then. Thank you, my love. God protect you. I love you, princess."

"I love you too, Mom. Bye."

I end the call and start to cry, holding onto the pillow, until I eventually fall asleep.

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