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Here's the twelfth installation.

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- Ang

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I fastened the last of the buttons on my charcoal grey long-sleeve shirt before looking in the full-length mirror stationed at the corner of my bedroom, thinking about the one person who should've been here with me. 

Ada was in another room down the hall getting ready herself. She had made some stipulations to our living arrangements ... to preserve her virtue. Una donna saggia. I respect her for her uncompromising morals. 

If she had, however, slept in my bedroom with me that would be another story. There's no telling what would've happened. We were promised to each other though I had gone about it the wrong way. Honestly, I wanted to do right by her, I owed her that much.

In the meantime, Krysta and I were more than pleased with the company of the Jones. In fact, we welcomed the company. It had been just the two of us for so long. Though I'm Krysta's brother, I could only do so much. Ada and her father presented a welcomed distraction ... e che una distrazione mia bellezza è. 

The atmosphere became more relaxed, lighter in comparison. It helped to ease our minds and, more than anything, I wanted my baby sister to be happy. She'd been through a lot and all before her life had even started. I wasn't too big on sharing, but if it meant that Krysta would smile more, I would sacrifice some of my time with Ada to see that she did.

Once I was satisfied that my appearance was decent enough, I left my bedroom, crossing the hall to Ada's. Standing at her door, I knocked gently before waiting patiently. A few seconds later, she answered the door, opening it, allowing me an ample view of her dazzling figure. 

She was dressed in an unusual set, a tailored suit by our personal tailor Ms. Luca, one of the many sets designed by our prominent tailor. Ada wore a charcoal pants suit and my mouth went dry as I absorbed the breathtaking sight before me. I don't think--no--I know that there was no one who could've worn a sexier ensemble. Dio aiutami. Mi Bella.

The shoulders of the jacket were curved neatly to frame her with just enough space for movement. The sleeve which ended just below her wrist was unconventional but I liked that. The collar curved as well, giving a feminine touch while dipping low to reveal a modest amount of cleavage, but a vision nonetheless. The material held fast to her sides, coming to a halt just before flaring below her narrow waist, accentuating the perfect curve of her wide hips. 

A battle ensued within me at the overwhelming urge to take her in my arms but as my gaze drifted lower, so did my defences and I could tell I was going to lose. For the first time in my life, I was not troubled by the thought of losing.

"Can I help you?" She faintly asked a bit too sassy for her own good.

The grey slacks hugged her thick thighs, making my mouth water at the sight before it flared at her knees. Her face was void of beautifiers and yet she had managed to blow my mind.

"Niccolo, what are you doing?" Her breath hicked before I became aware of her steps back in an attempt to increase the gap between us.

"Sexy non si avvicina nemmeno a descrivere te in quel vestito, Ada." I said simply.

Before long, I decreased our gap in a few strides, circling my arms around her narrow waist, becoming that much more aware of her soft feminine curves. Ada avoided my gaze, staring at my shirt as I pressed her form against the wall, hovering over her beautiful innocent face.

Subconsciously, my hands slid over her hips, cupping her amazing ass. A moan escaped her lips, causing my eyes to drift there. To say I was tempted was an understatement. Tempted to rid her of her clothes altogether. She trembled under the exploration of my hands, her gasps becoming louder and more frequent before suddenly I dipped my head to hers, capturing those lips. The sounds she was making, were just sexy.

I paused, noting her body's reaction to me along with our raspy breaths.

"I came to tell you that we will be leaving in a minute," I whispered against her ear, noting that she sucked in a breath at the action. "Now stop breathing like that, or we won't be leaving at all."

I pulled away, surprised at my own words and the husky sound of my voice. Who knew one woman could do this to me? Weaken my resolve? Make me want to explore the unknown? 

I left her room abruptly, reclaiming my senses, taking deep breaths to settle my nerves. Every time I kissed Ada, she was so responsive that I almost lost control. If I wasn't half the man I was, things might have turned out differently. I probably wouldn't have left her so quickly and the rest would be history.

On my way down the hall, I stopped by Krysta's bedroom, only to learn she wasn't ready yet. I arranged for one of the drivers to take Krysta to the restaurant when she was ready to go before calling the car around for me and Ada, waiting at the bottom of the stairs. 

I heard distinct footsteps echoed through the foyer, turning to regard Ada as she descended the spiralling staircase. She looked equally as ravishing as she had in her dim-lit bedroom. Her hand trailed the rail, descending carefully to sustain her balance all the while closing the gap between us. 

Her dazzling brown eyes held mine and glistened under the gleam of the chandelier. They scanned me, searching my gaze before a faint smile tugged at the corners of her full lips, her chocolate skin radiating in the light. God knows how much I wanted to kiss her again, right then but I held back, knowing full well that if I did, this time it wouldn't nearly end at that.

"You are quite a vision, Mr. Casimiro." I noticed a mischievous glint in her brown eyes accompanied by an element embedded in her tone. I couldn't be too sure but it reminded me of an endearment, a tease. Buon Dio, aiutami!

She made an acute turn, disappearing down the hall, no doubt visiting her father. 

A few minutes later, she returned, blushing feverishly. She joined me at the doorway where I helped her into my faux coat which served to ease my desire to some degree, allowing me to exhale. I escorted her out onto the gallery, my hand at the small of her back, down cascading steps and into the car before settling in beside her. 

Silence and tension filled the space as the car began to roll. Ada gazed out of the window at the stellar evening sky as I studied her for the better part of the drive. She was usually quiet around me but I sensed another reason for her signature silence. I didn't press about it, leaving Ada to her private matters for days turned hours, counting the minutes that her private life would soon be my concern.

The car rolled to a stop beside my restaurant which had been closed exclusively for the special occasion. 

Today was Krysta's birthday and though it was a small gathering, I prayed that it made her feel every bit as loved as she needed and that she was. 

The driver opened the door, making way for me to exit before lent a hand to help Ada out of the car. She took my hand tentatively, stepping out to her full height which was a full two, maybe three, head-lengths shorter than my six-foot-two frame, even in her high heels. 

She avoided my gaze as I again held the small of her back, escorting her inside my Italian Coffee House. I opened the door for her as the tension continued to build. Napoleo entered the hall greeting us with a smile before giving Ada a confused look. I removed her coat, holding it on my arm before he focused on her, his eyes near bulging at the sight of her.

"Smettila di guardarmi mia donna come un pezzo di me o io ti prometto che knock out." I near growled at his obvious interest.

Ada glanced at me and I know that she could tell what was occurring, even if she couldn't necessarily speak my native language. Using my better judgement, I gave him the coat before I did something stupid like really knocked him out. 

Lacing my fingers through hers, I guided her in the direction of the area where our private event would be held. I saw Liona, Krysta's best friend before I recognized my own. They stood as we entered the room, presumably happy to see us.

Liona was a rebel, though her parents were public figures. She didn't care for stereotypes or what others thought about her, but the one thing she did care about was my sister's wellbeing and couldn't be more grateful to have someone else who cared about her. 

Despite her free spirit and carefree attitude, she and Krysta held a strong bond, making them inseparable most of the time. She was about five-foot-seven, sported blonde hair with a slim figure. Tonight, she wore a royal blue flare dress with a pair of matching vanz on her feet.

Lorenzo, my best friend, had been around for the better part of Krysta's life, and sometimes had even babysat her while I worked my butt off in his father's corporate firm. He, like me, didn't care for judgement and worked hard to keep his own business running. That's why he hadn't been around as often. 

However, at the end of every three month period, he would check in with us. Though it wasn't time, he flew out anyway. After all, he couldn't miss Krysta's birthday because neither one of us would let it slide and only he knew the kind of tricks we had up our sleeves. 

His choice this evening was a teal shirt and a pair of black slacks. It was simple but Lorenzo made it look fashionable. Another reason he never had problems with women.

"Ren, glad you could make it!" I smiled, releasing Ada a moment to give him a hug. "Liona, how have you been?"

"Good thanks, Nikki," My smile faltered and I glared at her slightly only to see her chuckle at the use of Krysta's ridiculous nickname for me. "Relax."

"I'd like you both to me Adaramola John, my fiancè." I looked down at Ada to see her staring back at me. I massaged her side with my thumb in hopes of easing her worry and it worked enough to see you smile up at me causing my insides to melt.

"Nice to meet you, Liona and," She shook Liona's hand before shaking Lorenzo's though he held on, long after. "Lorenzo."

"Where might I ask, did you find such a woman Nikki? Maybe God could bless me with as good a fortune as yours." Lorenzo asked with a smug smile before releasing her hand after a good glare on my part. He may be my best friend but I don't intend to share Ada with him.

"Pray you have as good a fortune as mine because a woman like my fiancè is hardest to find." I couldn't help but smile, genuinely giving her my undivided attention which caused her to blush. I pulled her closer to me, emphasizing my claims.

"Nikki," Krysta began, near squealing at the sight, easily helping to break some of the tension. I turned to see her face bright with wonder. She entered the room wearing a simple thick strap red gown that stopped at her knees, a chestnut brown ankle high heel boots with her shoulder-length black hair, curling to her shoulders. "You're the best big brother ever!!!"

Una donna saggia - A wise woman

e che una distrazione mia bellezza è - and that my beauty is a distraction

Sexy non si avvicina nemmeno a descrivere te in quel Ada - Sexy does not even begin to describe you in that Ada

Buon Dio, aiutami - Dear God, help me