Salvatore Dalla Part 3

“ She said she was alone.
" I didn’t ask you what she said, and if you want to stay in the company—or better yet, if you want to stay alive, stay away from her.” I head toward the door.
“ I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t know.” I roll my eyes, wondering how I could have thought that a spineless man like him, who doesn’t even have the guts to confront me, could be good for Amapola.
“ But now you do.” I twist the doorknob but remember I forgot something. “— And the next time your hand touches any part of her body, even if it’s just the tips of your fingers, I’ll cut it off.”
He follows me outside, and not long after, our eyes meet. Amapola looks between me and Marco; I believe she’s surprised to see him still alive. But I divert my gaze from hers; I’m going to surprise her tonight, I’m sure of it.

I’m exhausted from so many empty conversations. I wouldn’t even mind as much if I weren’t anxious to be alone with Amapola. I thought about dragging her to the room where I’d just been with Marco, but I changed my mind; I knew she was tense, and leaving her in suspense was also amusing me. So I waited eagerly for my opportunity, and when she headed toward the restrooms, I followed her. I let her enter and checked the side doors, finding a sort of room where we could finally be alone.

“Shhh, it’s me, my love,” I whisper in her ear after muffling her scream with one hand. Her back pressed against my body unexpectedly brings me relief as I walk with her glued to me. Keeping her mouth closed with my hand, I never know exactly what to expect from Amapola, so it’s better to ensure she doesn’t make a scene.
“ Salvatore, what are you doing here?” she asks as we enter the room, and I release her.
“Aren’t you happy to see me, mi amore?”
“ I’m just... surprised,” she tries to explain, but I can’t resist pulling her close and pressing her against the wall.
“ Damn it, mia Amah, I’ve missed you like crazy.” I feel the heat passing between our bodies and let out a sigh before capturing her lips in a hungry kiss.

Slowly, Amapola gives in to my kiss, opening up and moaning as our tongues touch. The deeper I kiss her, the more she relaxes. Not long after, she’s pulling my hair, I lift her slightly, and her legs wrap around my waist as I press my hard cock against her pussy, and she gasps.
“ Don’t do this to me, Salvatore, I won’t be able to survive it all again.” Her voice is a pained whisper as our mouths part.
“ I won’t make you suffer, amore mio, I came to get you.” I press my forehead against hers, our eyes almost glued together.
“ I can’t go; my life is here now, Salvatore. This between us will never work.” She uncrosses her legs that were wrapped around me, and I carefully set her down on the floor.
"Give me a chance, Amah, I came all this way for us to talk, but this isn’t the time. I just couldn’t resist. When we leave here, come with me, please. I need you to listen to me.”
“ Don’t ask me that, please.”
“ Are you happy, Amapola?” I ask, still not pulling away from her forehead, and depending on her answer, it could be the end for us.
“ I’m fine here; I like my job, the people...”
“ I asked if you were happy, amore mio, not if you were fine.”
“ I don’t know what to say.”
“ Tell the truth, Amapola, just the truth. Do you still have the same sparkle in your eyes every day that you did when we woke up together?”
“ No.” She finally replies after what seems like a battle with herself. “— But I also don’t have the sadness of the uncertainty of knowing if at the end of the day you’ll introduce your fiancée to society and your bosses, of having to pretend I’m nothing but your assistant, of being so close to you and yet so far away, of being your little secret, the one only those who visit your house know, which means your brothers.”
“ Forgive me, love, for making you think that way, but you were never my little secret. Give me a chance, Amapola, and if after tonight you still want to stay here, I’ll let you and never come back.”
“ Give me time to think.”
“ You have until the end of the party, mia bella.” I pull our bodies apart, knowing we need to return to the hall.
“ Alright, until the end of the party.” Her words ignite hope inside me, and after one more kiss I couldn’t resist stealing, we return to the noisy, crowded space.

We sit at the main table for dinner, and after we eat and try the new wines, the hired orchestra begins to play.
“We now invite the hosts of the export company to open the dance floor. Miss Amapola Beviláqua, please do us the honor of accompanying Mr. Salvatore Dalla Costa and Mr. Marco Grassi.” The idiot speaks from the stage, and the three of us glance at each other, not knowing how to act. How the hell was I going to share my woman with another?
“ Sir?” Marco asks, aware of my earlier threat but worried about us making a scene.
“ Go.” I growl at the two of them. With no other option, I watch them dance, both embarrassed; the man doesn’t even get close to Amapola. Because of that, he will be alive at the end of the night; as for the idiot musician, I can’t guarantee that.
“ Excuse me.” Under the watchful eyes of everyone, I pull Amapola from Marco’s arms, not even waiting for two full stanzas, and it has already taken all my patience.
“ Salvatore,” Amapola says through clenched teeth, keeping a smile on her face while reprimanding me. “— Don’t make a scene here; you didn’t even let me dance with him during the first part of the song. It was... rude.”
“ Just with the first word, I wanted to rip you from his arms, amore mio. Don’t test the patience I don’t have.” In a quick movement, I spin her body, arching it and taking her lips in front of everyone.

I threw all the protocol and control I was trying to have out the window; let the gossip newspapers and magazines explode. I want everyone to know she’s mine.