My Blind Fiancée

Mateo emerged from the dressing room a while later, already dressed. Since the dressing room was next to the bathroom, he noticed sadness on Ava’s face. He approached her to give her a kiss, but she turned away. He smiled, but she didn’t return the smile.

“Is something wrong, my dear?” he asked playfully.

“No,” she replied sternly.

“Alright then, let’s go.”

He was very nervous, and she could tell. They said goodbye to Guido, Aurora, and Lola, who would be taking care of their son. They noticed that something wasn’t quite right between the couple. They were as transparent as water, those young people. Surely, they were wasting their time being upset about some nonsense. At their age, they knew it was pointless.

Guido remembered his wife, Mateo’s grandmother. They were one of those rare loves that could be considered eternal, always together despite everything. When their parents arranged their marriage without their consent, they reacted furiously. They had never seen each other before.

The day of the engagement celebration at her parents’ mansion was when Guido saw her as she descended the stairs. She was the most beautiful and perfect girl he had ever seen. He never imagined that she would be his fiancée; he had thought she must be very ugly to need her parents to arrange her engagement.

She was very shy and blushed when they were introduced. He was enchanted and in love. She was tall, slender, with long black hair, and beautiful green eyes that lit up her face. She, too, was fascinated by her handsome fiancé: tall, muscular, fair-skinned, with gray eyes and brown hair, his face framed by a short, thick beard.

She was eighteen, he was twenty-five, and that’s how their great love story began. Their parents had decided that they would get married once she finished her studies. A month after they met, they were already living together, causing a great scandal among their parents. They were forced to marry immediately, and it was a magnificent wedding that everyone in the city talked about.

The bride looked like a sweet angel, dressed in that beautiful gown. The image of her walking down the aisle was something Guido would never forget. He asked for a photograph to be taken of that moment and had a huge painting made of it, which he hung above his fireplace. Whenever he got annoyed with her, all he had to do was look at that beautiful image to forget any troubles. That painting was his greatest treasure.

Mateo grew up listening to the stories his grandfather told him about their strong and pure love, a love that survived through time. But in his rebellious phase, he thought that such love would never come his way, that he would never fall in love, and that he would only have occasional partners, with Romantic Bondage being the only thing to fill the void. When he met Ava, he knew immediately that she would be that eternal love from which he could never separate. Since then, everything else ceased to matter.

The lovers left the mansion, and Mateo was about to open the car door for Ava, but she didn’t allow it. Ava opened the door and got in, and he lowered his head and smiled before getting into the car. This time, Max wouldn’t be driving. Several SUVs accompanied them because they couldn’t be without security as long as Teodoro was free.

After a while, Mateo stopped the car, took a small blindfold, and placed it around Ava’s eyes.

“What’s happening?” she asked nervously and suspiciously.

“Just go with it,” he said, planting a tender kiss on her lips after blindfolding her.

She reluctantly agreed, still upset with him. She had heard those words before when Morgana didn’t know she was blindfolded.

When they arrived at their destination, Mateo opened the car door and helped her out. He took her hand and guided her inside the place. Upon entering, Ava noticed the scent of her favorite flowers.

Mateo approached and uncovered her eyes. When she opened them, she was amazed by what she saw. Everything was so beautiful, and now she understood where Mateo had been.

They were in the villa that Mateo had bought to be their home. They hadn’t chosen the furniture yet, so it was empty. In the main hall, there was a large carpet in the center with large, soft-colored cushions. There were platters of food, glasses, and wine bottles.

The place was illuminated by a multitude of small candles, but what caught Ava’s attention the most was the hundreds of flowers decorating the room. “My favorites!” she thought.

“Do you like it?” he asked with a big smile on his lips.

“Like it? Nooo, I love it.”

“The girl who came to the mansion this morning was in charge of bringing things here, and then I set everything up.”

“Did you do all of this yourself?” she asked, completely surprised.

“Yes, I did. I would do this and much more for you,” he replied.

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“A few hours,” he said, approaching and planting a kiss on the tip of her nose. Then he took her hand to guide her to the carpet.

A large group of bodyguards watched over the villa. Mateo didn’t want to take any chances with Teodoro, the madman. He wanted Ava to forget about everything that had happened for a while. He pulled out a small remote, and soft music began to play. He had thought about hiring some musicians, but the truth was that he wanted Ava all to himself that night, and having more people around wouldn’t allow for that.

They sat on the cushions on the carpet, and Mateo poured wine and offered her a glass.

“The day you left that time, I had decorated the terrace for you. That day, I wanted to ask you to be my wife,” he confessed.

“Shhhh, let’s not talk about that now,” she said, placing her finger on Mateo’s lips while smiling. Deep down, she still blamed herself for letting herself be influenced by what she had heard and not discussing it with him.

They had dinner amid continuous displays of affection. Afterward, he stood up and extended his hand, inviting her to dance. A sweet and slow melody played, and after a while, another song began, accompanied by a husky and sexy voice (Norah Jones’ “Turn Me On”).

“This is how my heart feels when you’re not with me. It’s the one living in darkness if I don’t have you. My heart beats only for you, my beauty,” he said.

She was about to answer but he didn’t allow her to say anything, he contemplated her lips, those perfect lips that always invited him to savor them, he kissed her while his hands tightened around her waist, she grabbed him by the neck and caressed him, inviting him to go further.

He understood the message and helped her get rid of her dress, and she did the same with his shirt, the synchronization of their muscles was something worthy of admiration.

Mateo traced her body with his gaze, Ava still blushed when he looked at her in that way, she recognized in his eyes the gleam of desire, a desire that threatened to consume them if they didn’t do something to extinguish it soon.

“Let me contemplate you like this, in the candlelight,” Mateo said upon noticing her shyness, he had always needed something more than a simple vanilla relationship, but with her, it was different, he was satisfied with just observing and exploring her body.

He caressed her nipples with his breath and then moistened them, he ran his hands all over her body, he loved the scent of her soft skin to the touch, he nibbled on her breasts, she let out a loud moan, which only made him more aroused.

Mateo took off the remaining clothes he had and then removed the tiny garment she still had on, he spread her legs and entered her intimacy in one swift motion while holding her by the hips, that movement made her scream and a growl escape his throat, then it was all a rhythmic back and forth accompanied by moans and stifled screams.

After a while, silence reigned in that place, the dim light outlined their bodies on the carpet, their still rapid breathing gradually normalized, in that moment nothing else mattered to them, only enjoying the warmth of each other’s company and the heat of their bodies.

Ava nestled against his chest, which had become her favorite place to rest. There was no sound that comforted her more than the rhythmic sound of his heart.

Early the next morning, Max brought them a suitcase with clothes and personal items that Mateo had requested. Ava was still asleep, so he approached and gave her some tender kisses on her face and neck. She slowly opened her eyes.

“Uhmmm, Mr. Licciardi, you should wake me up like this every day,” she exclaimed, still half asleep.

“It would be my pleasure, my beauty. I’m here to please you,” he replied, flirtatiously.

He rubbed his stubbled chin against her neck, causing her to burst into laughter.

“Stop, that tickles me so much.”

He continued doing it until he saw that she couldn’t take it anymore, and her face had turned a shade of red.

“Alright, my beauty, for now, I’ll stop. But if you ever doubt me again, I’ll do it for hours.”

“I’m sorry, Amore, I know I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

Ava pouted in response, and Mateo smiled at her expression.

“The hot water is working now, so let’s go upstairs and take a shower.”

“Are you going to the office?” she asked curiously.

“Maybe yes, maybe no. Maybe I’ll kidnap you all day.”

“Where are we going?” she exclaimed excitedly.

“Don’t be so curious. Let’s hurry up instead. I want us to visit our son,” he said, taking her hand and helping her get up.