Chapter 104: Date With Ricco

Chapter 104: Date With Ricco

One Weeks Later

Analina’s P.O.V.

It has been a week since Rocco came hoe from the hospital and Stavros left, two weeks since Rocco was shot. Tonight is my dt with Ricco and Andros is still feeling insure about me sitting next to Stavros during meals. Even though the makeup sex was great, I cannot help but think that there was something different about it. Especially now as I think back to that night.

Flashback to the night one week ago.

Andros kissed me as soon as I was done with my explanation for why I was sitting next to Stavros, he said that he was not going to get jealous anymore, so what happened? Anyway, the longer the kissed carries on for the deeper it was filled with love, lust, desire, need, and passiveness. Still having his lips connected to mine he took us to the bedroom and once we got to bed he pulled away from breaking the kiss, picking me up in a rush he threw me onto the bed and got on top of me. He did not waste any time in ripping off my clothes and getting rid of his quickly. He trailed kisses down my neck to my collar bone only stopping to occasionally suck on the skin in the area.

He licks just passing my collar bone after sucking on the skin until he reaches my breasts where he then takes them both in each hand and starts to squeeze and rub the nipple with his thumb. As I was anticipating his next move he brought his mouth to my nipple where he licked and sucked hard, he sucked even harder trying to take my whole breasts into his mouth then stopped to lick and kiss his way down to my core. Once getting where he wanted to be he sucked hard on my clit then licked around it before pulling back and eating my pussy as though he was starving. Then before I could even blink, he plunged inside of me so hard I thought that I may just explode with tears. I did not know if they were tears of joy or pain with how rough he was being as though he was trying to claim me.

Back To Present

I was shaken out of my daydream by a voice behind me. “Ready to go home, my angel?” I spun around and was met with the most beautiful deep brown eyes. “Yes, honeysuckle.” We left the building with the others hand in hand with our fingers intertwine together. I am glad that everything worked out that night because I do not know what I would do without him. Once we make it back to the house we go up to our wing where he goes into his closet to change out of his suit for dinner and I head for the bathroom to get ready for my date with Ricco, which he should be here at 6:00 PM that only gives me an hour to be ready.

I showered using all my lavender scented essentials then afterwards I got out of the shower making sure that I turned off the water. I then grab a towel to dry off with another one to dry my hair. Wrapping a towel around me I leave the changing room and go over to my walk-in closet to pick out something to wear. I chose an elegant silky lavender dress that hugs my curves tight and thin straps with the front of the dress shaping into a perfect v showing plenty of cleavage which leaves nothing to the imagination. Kissing Andros goodbye, I then head out of our wing and down to the foyer to wait for him to arrive.

“Hey, you shouldn’t be here waiting for him, you should either wait in the parlor or the sitting room, you look to eager.” My brother said coming behind me. “You look beautiful.” He says before taking my hand and leading me out and into the sitting room to wait for my date instead. As we reached the sitting room I noticed that he already had a cup of chamomile tea waiting for me. He knows that this flavored tea always calms my nerves. (He is the best brother.) Boris comes into the sitting room announcing Ricco’s arrival.

I leave the room led by Boris and standing in the foyer dressed to the nines is Ricco in all of glory. He is dressed in a black suit and tie with a white button-up dress shirt. “Hi, you look handsome.” I greeted him and commented on how he looked. “You look gorgeous!” He commented on me. He offered me his arm, which I accepted, and we proceeded out of the house to the car. The restaurant Ricco chose for the evening exuded elegance and sophistication, perfectly matching the anticipation of the night. Nestled in the heart of the city, its exterior was a modern masterpiece of glass and ambient lighting, giving it a soft, inviting glow under the evening sky.

Upon entering, the interior revealed a world of understated luxury, with soaring ceilings adorned by crystal chandeliers casting a warm, golden hue across space. Tables were draped in pristine white linens, each set with silverware that gleamed under the light. A soft melody from a live pianist filled the air, blending seamlessly with the gentle hum of conversation. In the corner, a grand fireplace flickered, its flames adding a touch of warmth and intimacy to the atmosphere.

Floor-to-ceiling windows lined one side of the restaurant, offering breathtaking views of the cityscape below. The far end of the space housed a wine wall, highlighting an impressive collection of fine vintages from around the world. The scent of freshly baked bread and rich sauces wafted through the air, hinting at the culinary delights to come. The staff moved with grace and precision, dressed in crisp uniforms, their demeanor attentive yet unobtrusive. Each detail—from the flickering candles on the tables to the perfectly arranged floral centerpieces—spoke of a place where every element was designed to create an unforgettable dining experience. It was the kind of setting where time seemed to slow, allowing moments to linger and memories to take root. After Ricco helped me into my chair and he took his three waiters over one with a bottle of white wine and a bucket with ice, the other two were carrying serving trays loaded with food. “I hope you don’t mine, but I ordered ahead when I made there reservations for us.” “No, I don’t mind I think it’s romantic.”

As we were enjoying our food and having a pleasant conversation, just as Ricco places his hand on top of mine there is a commotion at the front of the restaurant. Before either one of us could turn around we hear a voice from behind. “GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY FIANCÉE!!!” We both look up at the same time my color drains from my face. (Draven is here.) Draven makes me stand and glares at Ricco. ‘LET US TAKE THIS OUT BACK!!!” he says pulling me with him to the back door.