Page 14 of Beautiful Desire

A broad smile stretches across Gia’s face as she beams. “How would you both feel about being part of our wedding day?”

“But…you guys are already married? Aren’t you?” Elle replies in confusion.

“Yes, we are. But seeing as first time around, we didn’t exactly get to have the day we wanted, and the circumstances were a little different…” Gia replies, turning to look at Fabi, who gives her a loving smile. “We’ve decided we’re going to do it properly this time. Make it special.”

“It’s only right she gets her dream wedding since she finally got her dream guy,” Fabi says, and we all laugh.

They may have met in unlikely circumstances, but despite it all, they still ended up falling in love with one another.

Elle jumps up out of her chair and runs to Gia, and they throw their arms around one another in celebration.

I push my chair back and stand to shake Fabi’s hand. “Congratulations, man. I’d be honored to be a part of your special day.”

“Thanks, man. Never thought I’d see the day until I met Gia.”

We lift our glasses, clinking them together and taking a quick sip while the two ladies are still hugging. Their bodies are moving, and at this point, it’s hard to tell if they’re laughing or crying.

Finally, they separate, both with dried tear stains on their faces and happy smiles. I walk over to where the girls are still huddled close. Elle’s eyes meet mine briefly before she quickly turns her head away. Even after she’s been crying, she’s still one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.

“Congratulations, G. You couldn’t have picked a better man,” I tell her as I give her a hug.

I can still smell Elle’s scent lingering on Gia as we hug, and it stirs my senses, bringing back memories of a night I’ve relived and tortured myself over for far too long.

Pulling away, she dabs at her eyes again. “Thanks, Dom. I couldn’t agree with you more.”

Fabi comes up next to his wife and drops a kiss on her head. “We’re keeping the wedding small, although you guys won’t be alone. Marco will be there as best man, and Sofia will be a bridesmaid.”

Gia beams with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. Excusing herself, she walks into the kitchen while Elle quickly returns to her seat, removing herself away from my proximity.

Fabi sets the four empty glasses on the table and pops open the bottle of expensive champagne before pouring us each a glass. “To my soon-to-be wife again and great friends.”

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All evening, I’ve been trying to keep my thoughts focused on the conversations happening around me, but it hasn’t been easy. Between our proximity, her scent, the sound of her heavenly laugh, and stolen glances I’ve had here and there, it does nothing but flood my brain with memories of our night together and make me crave her taste once again.

Gia excuses herself to use the bathroom as Fabi’s phone vibrates, dancing across the table, leaving me on the terrace alone with Elle for the first time since I followed her inside earlier. A tense atmosphere grows between us. Turning my attention, I take her in while she stares absently at the half-full glass of rosé, gently spinning the stem around between her finger and thumb.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to corner you earlier. I was just…surprised to see you again. That’s all.”

She doesn’t turn to meet my eyes, keeping her focus on the glass, but gives me a slow, small nod.

“Looks like this won’t be the last we see of each other, either.”

“Yeah, I guess not,” she quietly replies.

Slowly, Elle’s head turns in my direction.Finally.Her bright blonde hair hangs freely over her shoulders, her pale baby blue eyes meet mine, and then I take in her plump, soft, pink lips.

Every fiber in my body is screaming out for me to reach forward, to feel the surge of electricity that shoots through my body when we touch, to kiss her and relive that night we spent together, but I know that won’t happen. I can tell by the look in her eyes, she’s reliving those memories too. She hasn’t forgotten. There hasn’t been a day where I haven’t thought about her or how good she felt on my cock.

Before my thoughts can pull me too far away, Gia joins us again out on the patio.

“Is it just me, or is it starting to get a little chilly out? Why don’t we go into the house?”

Elle stands, rounding the table and pulling Gia into a hug. “I should really get going, G. Thanks so much for this evening. I’m so happy for you. You deserve this.”

“Already? But it’s still early. We haven’t celebrated properly. We need to talk dresses, bachelorette parties, themes. I need you.”

“And we will, but I’m beat. We’ll organize a girl’s night, though, and discuss everything, ’kay?” Elle tells her, pulling back and giving her a loving smile.

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