Chapter 73 Dryhumping
CHAPTER 73
Dryhumping.
SCARLETT – POINT OF VIEW
Somehow, everyone is in my bedroom.
Chiara, Francesca, Elena, Eve, and Adeline. Vincenzo, Damian, Caleb, Luca and Roman are downstairs, opening an expensive Vodka.
“What are we looking for?” I ask as Adeline rummages through my closet as nicely as she can.
“Swimming suits. All the ones here are for grandmas.” She exclaims, frowning at me.
“Guess I don’t have a perfect fashion sense. Why don’t we get some? I’m sure a boutique isn’t so far.” I suggest being exhausted before the day begins. Three hours ago, I was crying and puking. Now, I have new friends.
“I have some with me.” She decides and walks out of the bedroom.
I settle on the bed. Chiara sits beside me while Francesca stands there, shyly looking around.
“Do you want to sit, Francesca?” Eve asks softly.
She nods and sits on the chair, still looking around the room. They’re twins, but they don’t look much alike. Chiara has the brightest blonde hair I’ve ever seen, and Fran has her brother’s dark locks. They’re twenty-one. I feel ancient compared to them. At twenty-one, I was flying.
“I don’t think Luca will let us wear skimpy swimsuits.” Fran finally speaks.
“Stefano will probably lose his mind.” Chiara chuckles.
“You can wear some of mine. It has enough coverage.” I offer.
“Also, you’re twenty-one, not twelve. You wear whatever you want to, even skimpy swimsuits.” Elena adds.
“Nope. We can’t do that. We … we grew up differently, in a cage, if you will. We must embody absolute perfection and grace. We’re not even supposed to swim. Luca wasn’t allowed outside of Italy until after Uni, which is why he wrapped it up quickly. Mom saw through it and found ways to tie us here. Now that Dad is gone, we’re never stepping a foot outside the estate.” Fran scoffs bitterly, and my heart squeezes for her.
“It’s protection, I know, but I’m a pilot. She can’t keep us here for much longer.” Chiara shrugs.
I want to tell her to stay put, to enjoy being home. I haven’t been home in a year. I don’t even have a home anymore, and it kills me. I don’t get to speak because Adeline returns. She pulls out the swimsuits with a smile, and I blanch.
“Adeline,” Elena frowns, stunned.
The swimsuits are nothing, made of nothing but tiny scraps that cover just the nips and crotch.
“I’m not wearing that.” I shake my head. There’s no way I’m walking around the estate in that. My mom would come back to life just to die again!
“You are. You all are. This is a mission to have fun. We’re having fun, swimming, sunbathing and driving the men insane. I see the way they look at you, the way Rick looks at you, Eve, the way Damian was ready to pass out when he saw you in that dress, and do not get me started on you and Roman, Scarlett, so let’s get ready.” She says sternly, hand on her hips.
I’m not sure this is what Luca meant when he said I should take care of her.
So, we get dressed. Chiara and Francesca take the swimsuits I brought.
Adeline is wearing a very tiny light green swimsuit. She adorns her waist with golden waist beads and lets her long, curly brown hair flow behind her. She looks beautiful, erotically. Elena chooses something blue and strapless. Eve caves in and wears a tiny yellow swimsuit, very flashy.
After much consideration, I chose a dark green swimsuit that fits me like a glove.
Thankfully, there’s a large swimming pool behind the guest mansion, so we just sneak out the back and settle in.
For the first hour, we are left alone.
The sun rises high, and we start to tone. I am wound tight, but soon start to relax. We drink wine, tell funny stories, and have fun.
At the second hour, Chiara and Francesca leave. They have piano lessons.
Immediately they leave, Adeline brings out the big guns. Weed.
“Adeline!” I gasp in shock.
“Where did that come from?” Elena chuckles, stunned, but excited.
“I saw it in Luca’s drawer, and just had to have it. Now, let’s roll this bad boy and have fun. We’re on vacation, after all.” She grins, eyes flashing with mischief.
I know we shouldn’t. This is not why we are here, but Adeline is obviously freaking out. Her father died, and now, she has to marry the infamous Luca Valentino. She’s not expressing her emotions, stuffing them down and covering them with depravity.
If I say no, she’ll probably run. I don’t even want to say no. I want to have fun. I want to throw away all my inhibitions. Maybe I’ll finally have a proper orgasm. Dry humping on Roman sounds like the perfect idea.
And, so, we roll it and smoke. We start to exchange insane stories.
“In my second year in Oxford, I couldn’t go back home because there was a war, so I spent Christmas in school, and had sex with a T.A! We smoked so much weed and had sex everywhere!” I confess, and we all laugh.
My muscles loosens and tension seeps away from me.
“My turn, my turn.” Adeline giggles, “Once, Dad wouldn’t let me go to a party, so I snuck into Vincenzo’s trunk, and snuck out there!”
I laugh until I start to cry from happiness. My whole body is tingling and hot. My heart pounds hard, but I don’t mind. We keep smoking till we’re almost done with the batch. The headache hasn’t set in yet. We are still so high, lavishing in it.
“I have a secret, you must promise to tell no one,” Elena whispers in a hushed tone.
We crawl towards each other and nod.
“Damian and I were in love. We loved each other very much, but something happened. I got pregnant after Uni. We were gonna have a baby.” She begins.
“We were young, but I knew he would have loved our baby, so I got ready to tell him, went to his apartment and saw him with someone else. A girl I hated. I had an accident on the way back to my dorm, and I lost our baby. I couldn’t face him. I just disappeared. I miss him so much, but I can’t forgive him, or myself.”
“What?” A masculine voice cut through the haze.
The headache starts slowly as we turn around and see the men there. I don’t see the rest of them. I only see him. I only see Roman.