Marriage Benefits

29 | 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

-Eleonora-

"Awesome! I look forward to it " I smiled, she embraced me and kissed my cheek leaving me there happily giving jumps of joy

"You're jumping" Blaze informed making me stop in my tracks

"I got excited" I confessed. A blush erupted in my cheeks and I looked around trying to understand if anyone saw me. What an embarassment

"No one else saw it. They are looking at the Brocotta's dancing" he said I looked over watching them slow dancing and noticed the violinist playing. I was so happy I didn't noticed all of this, thank God just Blaze saw me doing my happy dance.

"So, why we're you jumping in joy?"

"It's called an happy dance" I informed

"Is it?" he questioned looking down at me

"It is." I responded with a serious face "I managed to get us a lunch with the Brocotta's tomorrow" his eyes widened and he face settled as was it seemed a smile? "We have to stay in Italy one more day... It must harm your work ethic since you had everything planned out"

"I can always take a day off" he said making me surprised

"Wow did Italy change you?"

"Changing work for work doesn't goes against my work protocol" he explained I gave a sarcastic sigh of relief

"Thank god" I said dumping the rosé "You spoke with Alfonso?" I asked which he hummed "What did you talk about?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"You looked like you were having fun" I mentioned remembering both man talking and smiling.

"Did we?"

"You smiled" I mentioned looking at his sharp jawline and the corner of his lips

"And?"

"You usually don't smile"

"Just because you don't see me smile doesn't mean I don't smile" he said catching my eyes

"Fine" I answered. The silence consumed and we stood looking at the couples dancing in the stone floor. The sun was setting, little lights were turned on giving a beautiful view of the place, the whole vineyard was shining.

"I'm sorry to interrupt" a chubby man, with a long black mustache, a white hat and a cigar said "You don't take the beauty to the dance floor?" he asked eyeing me up and down "A woman should never be kept from dancing. Dancing makes the free and happy" he smirked looking at me

"I'm fine" I said with a small smile hoping he would go away " If I want to dance I have my husband" i said touching Blaze's arm

"I don't dance " he whispered back, loud enough for the man to hear.

"You know what they say" the man laughed "a man who doesn't know how to dance doesn't know how to make love"

How extend his hand towards me "Lucky I know how to dance" he winked, I cringed at his words. He was very weird and the perfect word was disgusting, he had w few golden rings and golden necklaces, his moustache looked dirty, he was probably in his 40's almost 50's, he had a long nose and one of his eyebrows seemed always static, always in the same place while his smirk never left his lips. There was visible one big scar from his ear to almost his lip crossing the whole cheek.

Then I recalled. This was the man Blaze spoke earlier today when we arrived.

I do not want to dance with him. I got closer to Blaze, the left side of my body sticking to his right side almost hiding myself in him. "I am fine. I don't want to dance"