Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia

In less than thirty minutes, the driver pulled up in front of a French restaurant which happened to be the biggest in the city. Rosana was overjoyed. She had always loved France and everything that had to do with it, including their cuisine.

Sergio helped her down from the car and led her towards the restaurant. Once they got inside, all the chefs and staff who already lined up at the front bowed in greetings and respect.

“Mr. And Mrs. De Niro!” The grand chef stepped forward and bowed slightly. “It is an honor to have you in our midst!”

Clinging onto Sergio’s arms, Rosana smiled and looked up at him. “Thank you, we are honored!”

“De cette fa? on, s’il vous pla? t,” [This way, please~French] The grand chef said and led the way while they followed behind.

The restaurant boasted a lavish interior with an elegant vibe, sophisticated furnishings, striking chandeliers, and jaw-dropping art installations. Rosana couldn’t stop admiring the whole place as they got into the elevator and arrived at the top of the building.

“Oh my…!” She gasped and covered her mouth with her palms. They were now at the rooftop, an open-air space with the best view of France. “This is… This is beautiful!”

Completely out of breath, she looked onto the city, admiring the Paris skyline, and gazing across the lights and landmarks that defined the city. She got an immediate jolt of excitement as she walked to the edge and looked down.

As though the city was now putting on a show for her, everything seemed to be happening in slow motion and she was now sucked into the rhythm of the city, completely in awe.

Sergio saw the amusement in her eyes and smiled. With the beautiful and wide smile on her face, he didn’t need a soothsayer to tell him how excited and thrilled she was viewing the city from an unobstructed view.

“Oh… Sergio!” She turned back to him, unable to hold back her tears. “This is… I… I cannot explain…”

“You can explain when you’re done dining under the stars, Bambolina”

Rosana looked up and smiled. Indeed, the stars were above them and shining very bright. The roof was also a hanging garden, filled with cherry trees, different kinds of flowers, and other plants everywhere. A true bubble of nature far from the hustle and bustle of the city.

“Come, have a seat!” Sergio said and pulled out a seat for her. There was just a table and two seats for both of them.

Rosana took her seat and Sergio did the same. Soon enough, the servers climbed onto the rooftop holding different French dishes, and expensive wines. The grand chef went up behind them to introduce the different meat and dishes.

“Here is Rognons de veau to satisfy your meat-loving appetite” He started and paused for the server to drop the plate on the table. “They are veal kidneys served with old-fashioned mustards.”

He went on to the second.

“The Magret de canard is a duck breast with a raspberry-vinegar sauce” He paused for the second server to drop the plate on the table. After she did, he continued to the third and fourth dishes until he was done.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Bon appetit!” He bowed and the servers did the same before walking away.

“Wow!” Rosana exclaimed and watched them leave. “I… I cannot believe any of this!” Rosana picked up her cutleries and tried to ignore the heat that had started in her stomach. She started eating quietly but then another sound slipped from the back of his throat. It was deep and primal. One that sent goosebumps all over her body.

“This is so good!” He took a sip from his glass of wine and nodded. “Hmm!”

She watched him and licked her lips. He looked so sexy, especially while chewing the meat slowly with his eyes closed. And the deep sounds he was making… It reminded her of the times they made love in their bedroom, the bathroom, against the wall, on her dressing table, the library, his study…

Rosana tore her eyes away from him and pressed her thighs together. What was going on with her? They were only having dinner and she was feeling heat. “Never knew you speak so fluently”

“See? You do not know everything about me!”

Sergio nodded and took a sip from his glass of wine. “True. But I believe I am getting there. Am I not?”

She looked at him for some time and smiled. “Of course.”

They continued eating, making little talks, and laughing until they were done with their meal. Together, they walked over to the edge of the rooftop and stood to admire the breathtaking view of Pont Neuf, the Seine River, and the Eiffel Tower. It felt like they were being given a microscope over the city.

“I never thought I would experience any of these after we got married.” Rosana sighed and looked around. There was a sense of freedom she couldn’t describe. “I had long accepted my fate and concluded that I will never fulfill my dreams!”

“I concluded that I would never get the chance to visit the Art Museum like I always wanted or the Eiffel Tower. I concluded that I would never travel around and see the places I always read about in books…” She paused and turned to look at him. “But you proved me all wrong! You fulfilled my dreams…”

“Did I?” He asked and wrapped both arms around her, drawing her to himself.

“Yes!” She whispered. “I loved all the surprises and…”

“Go on, spit it out”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her toes, reaching his height. “And this!” She kissed him. Slowly. Passionately. Hungrily.

There was a sound from the back of his throat, half growl, half moan. Little shivers of pleasure shot through her as he deepened the kiss, parting her lips and tasting all of her. She stopped thinking.