THE DARE | BWWM 18+ (editing)

xii - italy pt 1 : gondolas*

I R I S

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Leo is pissing me off. First, he didn't even give me time to pack or take me back to my apartment to get more clothes. He said, "all the clothes you need will be at the house in Italy." Ugh, fuck off dude.

Can't he see that clothes were my exact problem? Yes, I need clothes for Italy but I want him to take those clothes off and have his way with me.

Second, he's acting as if everything is rainbows and daisies but my panties keep getting absolutely ruined. Every look, every little touch sends me into overdrive.

And third, he looks too good. Who allowed him to just wake up every day and be this much of a fine specimen of a man? Ugh, I want to strangle him.

But, in all Iris fashion, I'm going to tease him instead. There's no way he can resist me when I "accidentally" go to bed naked in Italy.

"We're here." His voice snaps me back from my mental conversation. I look out of the car window and see a black jet in front of us. So, Leonardo lives in a mansion, drives an expensive ass car and so far, he rented out Madison Square Garden for me, got me a diamond necklace, and now he's not only taking me to Italy, he's taking me there on a private jet? I don't need any more reasons for this man to fuck me. He's perfect. I am going to get his attention one way or another.

At first, I wanted to ignore him, but he's too mature for that. He made that clear when I remained silent in the car and he asked me if I want to get food. Obviously, I do. The only downside to dating an older man I guess is he doesn't indulge in my petty tactics, So I'm going to act unbothered.

"You got a private jet for this trip?" I ask amazed. When he said he wanted to spoil me, he really meant it.

"No bambina, I own the jet and the company that made the jet," he shrugs as if everyone owns a jet or a company.

"Family Business?" I ask curiously. I still haven't probed more because I know family is a touchy subject for most people.

He sucks in a breath and thinks about his answer before replying, "Part of it." I can sense that he's a little uncomfortable so I'm going to let it go for now.

"Great, let's go." I open the car door on my side and let myself out.

"What did you just do Iris?" He hurries and steps right in front of me. His eyes are dark and I swear I can see the fumes coming out of his ears.

"What do you mean Leonardo?" I ask innocently. And I used his full first name too. I know that got his attention because he hasn't heard that from me in a while.

"Why are you opening your own door when I'm right here? It's my job," he says sternly. I'm going to push one more button.

"Didn't notice. It's not like you've been doing your other jobs," I smirk and turn to make my way to the jet.

"Questa ragazza sarà la mia morte," I hear him mutter as I walk away. Apart from the little nicknames, I've never heard him speak full-on Italian before. Now that I have, I don't want him to stop. (Translation: This girl is going to be the death of me.)

"What was that?" I yell out as I stand on the stairs of the jet and he looks at me from the car.

"You're playing a dangerous game bambina," he yells back.

"Good thing I'm going to win then," I tease him then make my way onto the jet.

When I step inside, I am in awe of the interior. The flowery carpet, the white seats, and the beautiful dinner setup. Ugh, elegant.