The $eductress – Episode 74

THE $EDUCTRESS

THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE STRIPPER

WRITTEN BY: Pamela James

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Chapter 74

Anastasia p.o.v

His family mansion was gorgeous.

When we walked in, there were people everywhere. And as soon as we entered their gazes snapped towards us and I leaned into Arnaldo’s hold more.

Men wore expensive suits and women wore stunning dresses.

My confidence lowered by the sight of them, the women were like taken out of a model magazine and their judgy looks made me want to roll my eyes.

What was their problem?

His arm around my waist tightened and he lowered his mouth to my ear.

“You are the most beautiful woman here, angel.” He muttered and kissed my temple.

I smiled at him, but a figure in the corner of my eye caught my attention.

In front of us stood a woman, probably around her late twenties.

She was beautiful, of course.

Her eyes scanned every inch of my body, with a frown on her face.

And then her eyes snapped to Arnaldo, a seductive smirk now playing on her lips instead.

“Arnaldo, darling. I haven’t seen you in forever.” She twirled a piece of her hair between her fingers.

“I’ve had other stuff to worry about.” He seemed bothered by her presence, and I wondered what she meant by her words.

“I see that you have traded me for…something less.”

I narrowed my eyes at her and opened my mouth to say something at her rudeness.

Arnaldo noticed and stopped me by stepping forward.

He leaned closer to her and spoke in Italian.

“Significa più per me di quanto tu significhi per nessuno, non farmelo provare.” His tone was laced with anger.

[ She means more to me than you will ever mean to anyone, don’t make me prove it. ]

I didn’t understand a word but judging by her change in facial expression it got to her.

She glared at me one last time before walking away.

“What did you say?” I asked him with concern in my tone.

“Just something for her to leave you alone.”

“Who is she?”

He guided me into the mass of people, every single one backing away to give us space.

He greeted some on the way with a nod.

“My ex-wife, she doesn’t mean a thing to me. Only you do.”

Before I could answer he stopped in his tracks, making me look ahead to search for the reason.

There was a woman walking towards us, she was probably in her late fifties and I guessed it was his mother, her features resembled him in some ways.

She smiled and greeted her son with open arms.

Then she noticed me and her eyes widened, just as her smile did.

She squealed and took a hold of both my hands.

I didn’t know what to do, so I just smiled back nervously.

“Chi è questa bella giovane donna? Mi hai finalmente portato la tua futura moglie?” She looked between Arnaldo and I when she spoke.

[ Who is this beautiful young woman? Did you finally bring me your future wife? ]

I wasn’t sure if the words were directed at me, so I looked at Arnaldo with a pleading look.

He chuckled at my confusion.

“Se lo fosse allora sarei fortunato, madre. This is Anastasia, my girlfriend.”

[ If it were then I’d be lucky, mother. ]

My eyes widened and I snapped my eyes to him.

What did he just say?

His mother gasped and smiled even wider.

“Così bello, Nicco. Welcome, Anastasia. I’m Arnaldo’s mother.” Her Italian accent could be heard, apart from arnaldo where it was barely noticeable.

[ She’s beautiful, ]

I smiled at her softly, and she let my hands go.

Arnaldo still held a grip on my waist.

“It’s so nice to meet you.” I said with a soft tone.

“Believe me, Anastasia, I’m very pleased to meet the woman that has captured my son’s heart finally. And I must say you are very beautiful.” Her hand caressed my cheek.

I was no longer nervous, she seemed so sweet.

I looked up at Arnaldo at her comment and noticed his cheeks turn a little pink.

Was he…blushing?

TBC