I Married My Ex Boyfriend's Father

/002- Renewed Lust/

**Massimo’s Point Of View**

Flashing lights and the heavy sounds of music blasting through the speakers are what signify a club for most people. But not for me. Not for my elite lifestyle. Not for the rich people of the city of Aurora. My friend invited me to his exclusive party at one of his public mansions. If you don’t know what a public mansion is then you’re not in my kind of category.

There’s music, but the soft kind that eases into slow dancing or ballroom dancing if you’re feeling like it. No flashing lights, but alot of drinks and really good food. It’s a fancy club where the rich come to mingle, talk, and I’d say have s*x but I don’t want to assume.

I’ve been invited several times, but I’ve always refused. Today I feel like mingling with some friends. My days have fallen into a boring routine. I wish it wouldn’t, but all my kids are adults, and my businesses are successful. My second son is getting ready to marry a woman I don’t approve of.

So what else is left for me to do?

I exhale softly, bringing my ears back into the conversation this group is having. They’re the kind of old I don’t want to be surrounded by.

I don’t look like someone who’s approaching fifty. Many have told me that. I wouldn’t say I did anything special, I’m just blessed. I’m healthy, more fitter than most people here.

“She’s coming for once. I didn’t even think it was possible. But on the RSVP list, I saw her name.”

“Can’t imagine seeing her here. She thinks she’s too good to mingle with our type.”

Who? I wanted to ask, but that would keep me here when I have plans to leave soon.

“Yeah, she’s too young to be that egotistical.” one of the men snorts.

“Isn’t that why they call her the ice queen?”

Is that who they’re talking about?

I hear the soft sound of the door opening from across the room. Sharp ears, they pick up on everything.

My eyes blink, and my head turns slowly. Through the crowd, I can see the woman they’re talking about. It looks like she just arrived. Hips swaying, hair packed into a ponytail with her signature mask on her face.

Victoria Sinclair. It’s impossible for anyone to know what she looks like with that one-of-a-kind, custom-made mask that no one else possesses because she bought the rights to it. She could sue you for making any copies. She’s strict with her money and her circle.

I had her work on a project for me once so I could test something. She delivered in ten folds. She did such a damn good job, I had to praise her work.

A woman who has everything wouldn’t need money, she definitely doesn’t care if people like her or not. Her eyes find mine. They’re a different type of black, they pierce through you.

I can’t say I haven’t wondered what’s beneath that mask. She draws attention.

I chuckle to myself. I’m supposed to be mingling, and yet.... I’m wondering why one of the richest women in the United States covers her face.

She tips her head towards the bar, a signal to me. Really?

“Excuse me,” I say to the group as I make my way towards the long bar. I can finally see her dress. Black with a double slit that revealed her pale white thighs, and black high wedges. The back was... interesting. It was open forming a spade shape that showed just enough but left more to the imagination.

She pulled out a stool and slid her ass onto it. Okay, she had my full attention. She didn’t have to try very hard, this party was boring, to begin with. I’ve been looking for something interesting to do.

“Give me one of your specials,” she said to the bartender. Her voice was different from the last time. But it’s been a couple of years. She’s aged well. She turned to me as the bartender worked on her drink, a smirk filling her plump pink lips.

I’m not ogling this woman, am I? She’s far too young for me.

“I must admit, I wasn’t expecting you to have a drink with me.”

“This place is boring. I would have agreed to walk into a stranger’s van with tinted windows.”

Her mouth curves as she laughs. “Oh damn, I didn’t know it was that bad. Well, I’m here to rescue you.”

“Are you now? And how do you plan on doing that, Miss Sinclair?”

She grins, and the drink is placed in front of her. Tossing her hair off her shoulder, Victoria threw one leg over the other and I took my place on the stool next to her. She knew how to strike up a conversation. I was out of my boredom within the minutes we spent talking, and drinking.

“So a wife huh? I figured four was the limit for most guys.” there’s a tease in her tone, and it makes me smile. Her shoe grazes up and down my leg. Something she’s been doing for a while now, but we both ignore it. I don’t mind, and she’s had a lot to drink.

“Four should be my limit. But I didn’t exactly get to enjoy my first three marriages.”

“I’d offer my condolences but I think you’re over it.” What a cold statement- some might say. But I found it almost endearing and honest.

“It’s been years, so yeah.”

“Tell me why.”

I sigh and tip my drink back. My fingers move, signaling the bartender to give me another one.

“I don’t know. When my second son announced he was engaged, I guess it got me thinking. I don’t want any more kids, they’re already married and working. I just want someone to spend time with. This life gets lonely at times.”

She gave me a sympathetic look in her eyes. Her left hand reached over, rubbing my shoulders. It was comforting. I allowed her the touch.

“I understand, although I’ve never been married.” she pauses. “You know what you need right?”

I c**k an eyebrow and shake my head. When I decided I wanted another wife, I only had one thing on my mind, having someone close. Who wouldn’t oppose to being around my children, but definitely wouldn't want to have one of their own. I think I’ve had enough with four.

“I think you need someone with money, so they don’t need yours, but still not as much so you can spend some things on them. You need someone who doesn’t want a kid, someone who’s willing to share your bed, your bathroom, your car...” she let it sink in. She was referring to s*x when she said ‘share’.

I found myself interested in the person she was painting. Very interested.

“Someone who can put that life back into your life. Someone you can hold a conversation with. You know, no boredom, no loneliness.” she winks, and my pulse races. Victoria is really confident. I remember when we met to discuss the project I wanted her to work on. My first and last time seeing her in person.

She’d been dressed in this pencil black skirt, a white shirt that had several buttons popped, and heels that made her feet look nice. Hair in a bun, with a pencil shoved in it. She sat across from me, listening, adding her thoughts on some things.

I’d thought she was sexy at the time, I'd wanted to take that smug look out of her face and make her moan my name, but not as much as I do right now. Too much whiskey. I felt like she was baiting me towards something.

But what?

Surely she wasn’t suggesting herself? What do we have, like a twenty-year, twenty plus age gap? We hardly know each other.

“Want me to spell it out for you?”

“Please do. I don’t seem to be picking up on your hints,” I say, and her smile widens. Something so beautiful.

She hopped off the stool, my eyes dropped to her t**s and the way they bounced. She walked only a step closer, pressing her body against the side of mine. My breath hitched, and the scent of her perfume- flowers and something else. It’s divine.

“You need me. I don’t want your money, but I like being spoiled. I don’t kids, too much of a hassle.”

“You’re young, victoria. You’ll regret it in a year or two.”

She laughs so close to my ear, grazing her lips against it.

“No one can tell me what I know, Mr Buscami.”

I swallowed, “And what would you gain?”

“Hopefully, a lot of s*x and a man who shares my mindset. People say I’m cold, but have they met you? Charming as you are, I know you run a strict life. It’s sexy.” her fingers glide up and down my chest. The organ between my legs throbs.

“You think?”

“Of course.”

It clicks to me that she must have known I’d be here. “Did you come here just to meet me?”

“Oh don’t flatter yourself that much. I came here to find someone... similar to me. There were a lot of people on that list. Do you think I spent my time scrolling to see your name?”

She’s got a point. She came here looking for someone, and then she locked eyes with me.

“You’re tempting, victoria. But you and I are strangers.”

“And? What do you have to lose? It’s not like I want your money, I’ll sign a prenup. But we both want the same things. Why deny me?”

My mind works on trying to come up with a reason. The age difference, she doesn’t seem to care since she’s the one pushing for this. I’ve never done anything I didn’t plan out thoroughly. But when has a young woman walked up to me basically suggested I marry her with reasons listed down? I’m lusted after, I know it.

This is the first time I’ve been given decent reasons other than the fact that I'm hot and rich, she initiated it and she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Why did that defiance turn me on? Surely she’ll regret it in a few years. My fourth wife was convinced I did something to the first three. She divorced me right after having my only daughter. Gave me full rights to the child and left.

The shock had stuck with me for a while. But she isn’t Victoria.

Victoria seems smarter, and she seems to know exactly what she wants. I trusted her with a project that cost me alot of money, and she delivered. Should I be blaming her for something my ex-wife instilled in me?

Spontaneity. I’ve never done it before.

What a good time to start!

I found myself smiling broadly. This girl wants to be mine. Well, now that the initial refusal has faded... she’s about to get her wish.

And no, I won’t have her sign a prenup. My ex-wife's decision taught me a little something, hopefully, Victoria won’t mind.

I slid my arm around her waist. Tugging her even closer, she was warm. Soft. God, she felt good just pressed against me. I wonder....

“You make a good point. We both want the same thing, an unconventional marriage. But don’t you think we should talk about this a little bit more? In private? We might not match as well as you think.”

She got the hint straight up. Her tongue snuck out, running over her lips. “You want to see behind the mask? Want me to show you what I can do for you? I can shatter your libido, Mister Buscami. Maybe you should worry a little.”

I called the bartender to give us a check. My c**k was rock hard now. She thought I should worry. Oh, you sweet soul. You really don’t know who you’re flirting with. But that’s part of the excitement.

Not to mention the best part, I’d finally get to feed my curiosity and see what she looked like behind the mask covering half of her face.

I paid for the drinks, and we left the party together.

“My car or yours?” I asked her.

“Neither. I’ve got a room here. I was planning to spend the night.”

“You are something else, Victoria.”

She bit her lip and dragged me towards the elevator. The doors to the lift had barely closed when I pushed her up against the side and kissed her.