Hidden Heiress of the Billionaire

Aria raked her hand through the few dresses she had in her wardrobe rack, a disappointing sigh falling from her lips. She hadn't expected to stay in Italy no longer than a few days so she didn't pack all her flamboyant dresses. 'Bettina! She called. Bettina was in the kitchen trying to put together some sort of dinner for them. She walked into the room, drying her wet hands with a paper towel. 'Yh, what is it? Her gaze swept across Aria's made-up face and she frowned. 'So you're planning to go out on a Friday night without me, huh? 

Aria hopped from foot to foot impatient. 'I need one of your lovely gowns. I scored myself a date.'

Bettina squealed in joy. 'Who's it? 

'You won't believe me when I say it' 

'Tell me naw' she huffed and sat on Aria's side of the bed, looking at her excitedly. 

'Major Knight Bacuzzi' 

Bettina guffawed. 'You're clearly out of your mind'. Momentary silence followed and she could see from Aria's serious demeanor that she wasn't joking. The realization hit her hard. 'But how?' she jumped to her feet. 'This is the Major Knight we are talking about who has an army of women that could oust the military vying for his attention. What's he doing with a scrawny woman like you? 

'Alright Bettina' Aria spun around to face her meager wardrobe, deciding to ignore her friend's harsh words, deciding to take the insult as a joke. 'Please help me out here. You are the one with the most fashionable clothes' 

'He just wants to sleep with you' Bettina shook her head in disapproval as Aria perused her appearance in the oval mirror opposite. How utterly ridiculous of her to think that someone like Major Bacuzzi would give her a second glance.

'No, he said he wants to celebrate me for being part of the chosen models. It's a date. He won't sleep with me'. 

She's naïve, very naïve Bettina thought as she cleared her throat. 'But after your episode with Giorgio, you vowed to give no man your thought of the day,' 

Aria turned back to her, a haughty smile on her face. 'But this is the Major Knight, and how can I say no to 'the' Major Knight. She folded her arms across her chest. 'So would you help me out or not? 

 Bettina grudgingly moved her limbs towards her flavorful Clothes rack. 'I would. But don't expect this to be better than the way it was with Giorgio.' 

'At least I know what to expect' Aria rebutted 'And it's just a date.' 

It wasn't just a date. A red Porsche had come to pick her from her address twenty minutes afterwards. She was taken to an exclusive restaurant with dim lighting and a luxurious interior. She ate her fill of Caviar and gamine. She drank her fill of the smooth texture of Ribeiro's red wine. She watched her fill of Major's good-looking body. She had her fill of his warm masculine body close as they danced under the red strobe lights. Most of the times she thought she was dreaming as the alcoholic wine leaked into her brain and made some moments a blur. Finally they both sat down and Aria sighed with content. This was the most perfect day of her nearly perfect life. All she had wanted to do since she saw the trim figure of Major was to get lost in his gaze, which was what he was doing right now. 

She sharply looked away, a blush settling in her cheeks, hoping he wouldn't see the red hue under the dim lights. He stretched out his lanky legs under the table, his knee brushing her thighs, making her heart throb at a wild pace. When she looked around the restaurant at the affluent women with exceptionally good looks, the refined manner with which they adeptly used their utensils, the ebb and tide of conversation carried away with rich accents, it made insecurity to claw at the insides of her chest. She wasn't wealthy or rich, she wasn't meant to be here, but yet she was. She flicked her stare back to the handsome face of Major Knight, Bettina's words ringing at the back of her head. 'What are you doing with me?

He leaned forward towards her. When he spoke, the rich scent of wine wafted pleasantly across her face. 'What are 'you' doing to me? 

 Aria quivered in the warmth of his deep resonant voice, a warm feeling trickling down from her chest and gripping her core. She didn't know whether to like the way she felt all mush inside. 

The rest of the evening passed by in a haze. 

She would remember the warm touch of his lips caressing the drape of her neck. She would remember succumbing to the now hot strokes of his adept fingers across her belly and hips. She would remember writhing with burning caresses as her orgasm climbed with pulsating, vibrating need. She would remember trying to order her heart from slamming into her chest as he bent her over, leant down and purred 'I want to do bad bad things to you' into her ear, his hot breath sending tickles down her spine. She would remember the plunging hotness as he impaled her on his straining shaft, her moans, her plea for mercy as he rocked inside her over and over, the slap-slap sound of their wet skin against each other driving her insane. She would remember the blinding, pulsing moment of her release as her orgasm soared her over the edge.