4 Trophy Wife

Vincenzo's POV

"Come on, Alessandra. I'm waiting on you to go down to breakfast," I said, as I walked into her room.

I dreamt about her all night long, I'm not sure how long I'm gonna be able to do this. Alessandra is a beautiful young woman, there is no doubt about that. I find her extremely attractive, in fact, it's becoming increasingly difficult to hold myself back with her.

But she is young and naïve, and she's definitely not ready for a physical relationship between the two of us. And as of now, it doesn't look like she will be ready anytime soon. Not mentally anyway, the looks she gives me, tell me that her body is aching for it. She's so innocent, she has no clue what her looks do to me.

That's why I try to stay away from her so much of the time. I do work a lot, but there are times, I could set aside for her. I just don't because I don't trust myself around her. I'm afraid, I may be too tempted. I do not want to push her into anything, especially when I know she's not ready.

"I'm coming just one more minute," She hollered from her bathroom.

"We're already 5 minutes late, sweetheart. Must you be late for everything?" I was trying to keep my tone even with her.

I'm not trying to get angry with her right now. I just had to punish her yesterday, and I'm really not feeling doing that again.

"I am not trying to be late Vincenzo. I think your watch is fast," she whined, as she came walking out.

"Where are your shoes, cara?" I looked down at her bare feet, shaking my head.

"Huh?" She looked down at her feet. "Oops! Well this is what happens when Gretchen is off," she chuckled.

"Well I know you love her baby, but she has to have some time off sometime."

"I know, I know," she ran back in her closet to get shoes.

"So who's gonna help me get ready for the coronation tonight?" She yelled from her closet.

"I've hired a professional to do your hair," I replied, as she walked back into her room, finally ready.

"What about my makeup?" She looked at me curiously.

She had never worn makeup before, not even to our wedding. Why is she all the sudden interested in makeup now?

"You trying to impress somebody at this party, huh?" I couldn't help but get a little jealous.

"No," she drawled out, giving me an 'are you kidding me' look. "I thought you said, I had to be your eye candy tonight? You said I had to look my best," she defended.

"You don't need makeup to be eye candy, Alessandra. You're so young, you're beautiful without makeup," I told her honestly.

Ahh, there it is, the killer smile, she's got. It's so adorable how she just looks away, like she's so shy.

"Thank you, Vincenzo. But I thought... well I just thought maybe now that I'm 18, I could wear make up," she said, as she brought out her only weapon against me. Those puppy dog eyes. I haven't seen those since she was 14, and they are still just as affective.

"Okay, I'll call in a makeup artist. But just for tonight, okay? I don't want you wearing it daily. It will mess up your face, and your complexion is too perfect for that," I sighed.

She started jumping up and down, screaming excitedly, then out of no where, she jumped on me, and wrapped her arms and legs around me like a koala bear. All I could do was reach around her butt and hold her up. She had the biggest smile on her face, it felt so good to make her that happy.

I used to think her being so bubbly and hyper was annoying, but seeing her like this. So excited over such a simple thing. It honestly turns me on.

She completely took me by surprise when she kissed me. She literally gave me her first kiss, she didn't wait for me to take it. Well that's kinda sexy.

After a few seconds, she realized what she was doing, as her eyes opened wide, and she completely jumped back out of my arms, and landed on her butt on the floor.

"Oh my God, Oh my God! I can't believe I did that!" She yelled as she put her hand on her lips. "Oh, I'm so embarrassed," she groaned.

"Hey. No no. Don't be embarrassed. I'm your husband, it's natural for us to kiss, it was gonna happen one day, honey," I tried to reassure her, as I held out my hand to help her up.

"No! That was my first kiss, Vincenzo! You were supposed to take it. I wasn't supposed to give it away," she said, as her eyes filled up with tears.

"What are you crying for? I still got your first kiss either way honey," I was so lost. I don't know what to do when women cry.

"I don't know, it was just wrong," she cried out.

"Wait! Okay I have an idea, but you have to stop crying so we can try it, okay?" I pleaded with her.

She nodded her head, wiping the tears away, as she sniffled a little bit more.

"Okay, listen. We will call that your practice first kiss, okay? And this will be your real first kiss," I said, as I reached down, cupped her cheek gently, and kissed her lips so softly. I let it linger for a few more seconds than I had to. I probably enjoyed it as much, if not more than she did. Her lips were incredible soft.

When I pulled away, she stayed in the same position with her eyes closed for another second, before she quickly opened her eyes, and tried to act unaffected. She was so adorable, it was so freaking cute.

"We're late for breakfast," she said, as she cleared her throat, and looked around the room, to avoid eye contact with me.

"Well let's go to breakfast then, Mrs. Bianchi," I said, as I grabbed her hand and led her to the dining room.

We are the only ones who eat at 8:00 on the weekends. Since she has such a hard time getting up early on the weekends, I decided to change our breakfast time to 8:00. And that actually gave us two mornings a week to enjoy our own company.

After breakfast, we met my mom in the living room, as they were going shopping for a new gown for Alessandra.

"Okay, I would like you to get a black dress, and nothing too revealing. Can you handle that?" I asked her, as I handed her my black Amex card.

"I don't need this, Vincenzo. I have the one you gave me already," she tried to hand me the card back.

"That one has a $5,000 limit, honey. This one doesn't have any limit. You're gonna need the dress, shoes, jewelry, and a purse. I don't want you to spare any expense on this okay? Mom, you know what she needs right?" I asked, as I put the card back in Alessandra's hand.

"I don't want to intervene in your relationship, Vincenzo. Don't need you getting all upset. Just tell your wife what she needs, and I'll get her to all the right stores," she said in a monotone voice.

"Mom please. I told you I was sorry about that outburst. I was wrong, I shouldn't have snapped at you. I was frustrated with Alessandra, and I took it out on you. Please forgive me, mama. It's been two weeks already," I pleaded with my angry, grudge holding mother.

She had been angry with me, since I lost my cool with her a couple weeks ago at breakfast. It was completely my fault, well more like Alessandras fault. She was driving me crazy, and I was ready to strangle her ass. So instead of just punishing her, I snapped on my poor unsuspecting mother.

I had been apologizing for two weeks too. She only started speaking to me again, a couple days ago. My mother can really hold a grudge too. I know I deserved it, but I apologized a hundred times, I even sent her flowers.

"I know, but I don't want to set you off again. You were really scary that day. You used your capo tone with me, son. I've never seen you like that. It does tell something about your emotions dealing with Alessi though. You have more feelings for her than you're willing to admit, son," she sighed.

I looked over to Alessandra, who was looking anywhere, but at us. She was trying her best to stay out of this awkward conversation. I don't blame her.

"Mama, I will never use that tone with you again, I promise. You're right, my emotions are all out of control right now. I'm up one minute, and down the next. Maybe, just have a little patience with me huh? I will not snap at you again," I promised, sincerely.

"Okay son, okay," she sighed, as she reached to hug me.

I hugged her back, and then we both turned to Alessandra, who was giving us an amazed look, like she couldn't believe my mom had forgiven me. Well, it wasn't easy, I'll tell ya that much. My mom makes you suffer for a while before she forgives.

"Don't you think he deserves a spanking, Natalia?" She asked, with the most serious expression on her face.

"Believe me, cara, he had his fair share of getting his butt beat, while he was growing up. This one stayed in trouble," my mother chuckled.

"Okay, now lets go get you dressed to impress," my mother said, clapping her hands together, suddenly in a great mood.

"Come here, Alessandra," I said, in a stern tone.

She walked over to me, looking up to me with those innocent doe eyes. I loved how I towered over her 5' frame. She looked so adorable down there, looking up to me.

"Remember, What I said. Nothing too revealing. You won't like what I do, if you come home with some trashy looking dress. Understand?" I asked, looking into her eyes, to let her know that I was serious.

"Yes, I understand," she said, sweetly.

"Good girl," I said, as I grabbed her chin between my thumb and forefinger, and reached down to peck her lips one more time. "Now, I stole your second kiss," I whispered in her ear, as I let her chin go.

She just nodded her head, with a bright smile on her face, as she followed my mother out the front door.

Alessandra's POV

"Nothing like a shopping trip with two bodyguards following you around, huh?" Natalia chuckled.

Natalia's personal bodyguard, Manuel, was with us. And of course, Fausto was with us as always. Paolo was driving us around, but he stays in the car, while we shop.

"Uh huh," I shrugged. No point in complaining about it. I was used to Fausto anyway, he had been my personal bodyguard since I was 14 years old.

"Oh, let's go in here. This is the best boutique in the city. I bet we can find your dress in here," Natalia said, excitedly.

She had said that about the last 6 stores we had been in. And I had already tried on more dresses than I can count. I was already exhausted, and ready to go home.

"Oh try this one, sweetie," Natalia said, as she handed me long black cocktail dress.

I looked at Fausto, who just looked at my sympathetically, and shrugged his shoulders.

"That's it! That's the one! Don't you think, Manny? It's not too revealing, but it looks sexy enough to make Vincenzo look good with her on his arm," Natalia shouted across the store to her bodyguard.

He just nodded, and I looked to Fausto, who gave me a thumbs up. Well, I trust his opinion anyway, I know he would never get me in trouble with Vincenzo on purpose.

That was only the 15th dress I had tried on in that store, and it was way past lunch time. I was getting hangry.

The cashier was just putting the dress, shoes, and clutch in the bags, when my phone went off in my purse.

Vincenzo: Hey. Are you guys about done shopping honey? You need to be home getting ready, pretty soon.

Me: I finally found a dress that your mom approved of. Got the shoes, and the clutch too. Haven't gotten any jewelry yet. I'm hungry, and I don't know how to tell your mom. Help me!

Vincenzo: I will handle the jewelry, okay? And I'll text mama to take you to lunch. And then I want y'all home. You both have to get ready for tonight.

Me: My hero! Thank you so much!

Vincenzo: Your welcome! Be good!

A few minutes later, Natalia found me, and told me that Vincenzo was getting me the jewelry, himself. Then she invited me to lunch. I gladly accepted, and we made our way to my restaurant, Del Gatos.

My father built the restaurant when I was a baby, and he named it after my mother's maiden name, Del Gatos. It was given to me, as a gift on my 18th birthday. Right now, I don't have much to do with it, because it already has a great staff, and is ran very well. In fact, it's a 5 star restaurant. I'm just waiting until I get out of high school, to go to culinary school, and then I want to be a chef at my own restaurant.

After we finished lunch, Paolo drove us home, so we could get ready for the big event tonight.

As soon as we walked in the door, a lady came running up to me, "I'm Amy, sweetheart. I'm here to do your hair and makeup for the night. Is this your dress?" She pointed to the long bag that Fausto was holding.

"Yes ma'am," I replied, nodding my head.

"Well aren't you the sweetest little southern belle?" She said, as she pinched my cheeks. "Come with me, sweetheart. I'm gonna make you the belle of the ball tonight," she did a fake southern accent, as she pulled on my hand, trying to lead me to my bedroom.

"Hey! Don't make fun of her accent," Natalia hollered across the room, as her own hair and makeup artist tried to pull her towards her own room.

"It's okay, Natalia. I didn't take any offense," I hollered back.

"Oh okay," I heard, and then she was gone.

It took a few hours, but Amy was finally done. I stood in my closet, looking at myself in the floor length mirror, and I was amazed by the finished product.

I looked so tall in the 6 inch heels, and my dress looked so elegant. It was a silvery black, with a sweetheart neckline, and a slit that went half way up my thigh. It was like a second skin, but in such a tasteful way.

I gotta be honest, I wasn't paying that much attention at the store when I tried it on. I had tried on so many, that they had all blurred together. But looking at it now, I'm thinking Natalia did really well picking this one out.

My long dark brown hair was flowing down my back with waves that reached my hips. But there were some beautiful butterfly silver clips on each side of my head, making it seem like they just pop.

My makeup was what surprised me the most. Amy said that Vincenzo gave her strict orders on how my makeup should look. And that if it was over done, she wouldn't ever work in this city again. So she was extra careful with it. And it just looked so natural. Really, it was somewhat disappointing, because if you weren't looking close, you couldn't tell I was wearing it. But, I've heard the natural look is in, so I'm going with it.

"Is my wife ready?" I heard Vincenzo asking Amy in my room.

"Yes sir. Let me go get her," Amy said, hurriedly as she ran in the closet.

She smiled really big at me, and said "Show time!"

I took a deep breath, as she pulled me towards the door.

"Mr. Bianchi, I present to you, the sweetest prettiest southern belle you have ever seen," she announced, as she pulled me through the doorway.

There he stood in his newest Armani tux, in all his handsomeness. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, he was simply a beautiful man. My breath caught in my throat, as I caught site of him.

The look he was giving me, was more than just admiration. His look was full of lust. I may not know much about the basics of a marriage, but I know when a man sees something he likes. And he looked pleased.

"Mio Dio. Hai un aspetto mozzafiato, tesoro." (My God. You look breathtaking, sweetheart.) He said, breathily.

"Grazie. Hai un bell'aspetto." (Thank you. You look really handsome.) I smiled at him, with my biggest smile.

"Very good. Your Italian is coming along quite nicely," he said, looking impressed again.

"You would be surprised at what all I understand," I winked at him.

He just gave me a sheepish grin. "Yeah, I thought about that after the conversation with Nick yesterday."

"Yeah. Nick, not my favorite person. That's all I'm gonna say," I said, shaking my head.

"Well, lets do your jewelry, sweetheart. We have to get going, or we're gonna be late," he said, as he pulled out two black velvet boxes from his pocket.

The first box held a beautiful pair of diamond dangly earrings. They didn't hang down very far, they were perfect. The next box had the most amazing diamond necklace. I was a very expensive walking trophy wife tonight. 

I'm not sure how I felt about that. But, here I was doing it, anyway.