Chapter Twenty-Five: The Horrid Noises We Create
Aurora smiled at them as she waved. Her mother and sister smiled back and waved. Ren’s eyes were following Andre, shooting daggers at the man.
Aurora giggled at the look on his face.
Nicola chuckled, “he loves you, Aurora. He is risking everything to be with you. If anyone knows how worthless your title is to anyone but you, it would be your father’s second.
Martina glared across the room at the real Aurora Romano.
This is supposed to be my day! She thought with a scowl. They should have left Aurora at home!
“I think Nicola scared the guy off for good,” Sofia said with a laugh.
“Good,” Isabella said as she held her hand to her chest.
You’re supposed to be my mom and sister today!
“I should…” Ren started to say as he took a step forward.
“No,” Isabella and Sofia said at the same time as they each grabbed an arm to stop him.
“Nicola is taking care of her,” Sofia whispered.
“You need to stay with Aurora,” Isabella said as she pointed at Martina, “let Nicola take care of Jili.”
“My mom is right,” Martina said with a smile as she took hold of Ren’s arm, “it’s almost time for the toasts, then we open presents.”
“Cake is first,” Isabella grumbled. She didn’t like hearing the horrible woman call her mom.
“Of course, Mom.”
Martina cut the cake with her fake fiancé. Ren grumbled as she shoved a piece into his mouth. She grinned as she opened her mouth for him to feed her.
Ren almost smashed the piece of white cake into her face. But he refrained himself as he took a deep breath and gently placed the cake, just inside her mouth. She moaned as she closed her mouth around the cake.
Ren held back an annoyed growl. He’s supposed to be enamored with her, not hate every fiber of her being.
Just think about later tonight. You only have to make it through this fiasco, then you can hold the real Aurora in your arms. He felt his body react to the thought and groaned as he closed his eyes.
“I knew I turn you on,” Martina whispered as she placed her hand over his raging hard-on. “I knew you would come around sooner or later,” she said as she licked his neck.
“Not on...” He was cut off as they were shoved aside by hungry cake eaters.
Martina giggled, “after the party,” she said with a wink.
“Not on your life,” he growled, finally able to finish what he was saying, but she wasn’t there to hear it.
“Are you enjoying my party?”
Aurora looked up with a fake smile for her phony counterpart. “It’s all right. I can’t wait to get home, though. I have someone waiting for me.”
Martina snorted, “not tonight you don’t. Or any other night. He’s mine now. He has been playing you like a fiddle. All he had to do was pretend to love you, nothing more. It was all pretend…”
Aurora snorted, “you’re the one he has to pretend with,” she said as she leaned in closer to the other woman. “You’re Aurora, remember,” she whispered so only Martina could hear her.
Martina backed away from her.
Aurora grinned. Yeah, she hadn’t thought of that.
“Well, he got hard just from feeding me cake,” Martina said with a smirk.
Aurora glared at Martina. He couldn’t have. Ren had told her that she’s the only thing that can get him hard anymore. Has he been lying to her?
No! She yelled at herself. Don’t believe anything this woman says.
‘He loves you, Aurora. He is risking everything to be with you.’ Nicola’s words replayed in her mind.
But was Nicola just trying to help her through something that not even Aurora understands?
“He won’t need you in his bed tonight,” Martina whispered, “because he will have me.”
Aurora took a deep breath.
“And you won’t have to worry about anything else, either. It seems that I am the daughter Dom always wanted. The wedding is real.”
Aurora’s head started to spin. Real?
“This Saturday, I will become Mrs. Ren Mancini, the Gem of the Romano Dynasty.
Aurora snorted. Martina doesn’t even know that Ren is just a nickname.
“Jealous?” Martina hissed.
Aurora didn’t want to hear any more of this. She got to her feet and walked away.
“Don’t forget to buy us a his and hers towel set!” Martina hollered out as Aurora made her way to the double doors that would take her out of this room. She tried not to run; she didn’t want to make a spectacle of herself. But she couldn’t stand the stares of those around her, so she ran, feeling the stares as she fled.
Ren watched Aurora flea the dancehall and wondered what could have upset her. He had noticed the look on her face. He looked over to where Aurora had been sitting and found a grinning Martina still sitting there, looking like the cat who had just killed the canary.
“Shit,” he grumbled, then took off after Aurora.
He didn’t care how this looked to others, the woman he loves is hurt, and he feels responsible.
Hadn’t this whole charade been his idea?
Aurora sat down at the piano in the family room. She should have never come to this party, she had known what Martina would try. The woman has been after Ren and Aurora’s title, from the beginning. And now, Aurora knows that no one but her; can hold the title. The title will die with her.
Aurora turned her head to the dark, silky voice. Ren stood just inside the room she had escaped to.
“How did you find me?” She asked as she turned back to the piano.
“I heard the piano. I didn’t know you could play. It’s beautiful,” Ren said as he moved further into the room.
Aurora sighed as she looked down at her hands and watched her fingers play across the keys. She had been so distracted with her thoughts; she hadn’t realized she had started playing.
“What is it?” He asked from directly behind her.
“Mozart,” she whispered, “one of the less popular pieces, but I love it. I play it whenever I have something weighing on my mind.”
“I like it,” he said with a smile as he sat on the bench, facing away from the piano.
“Do you play?” She asked.
He shook his head. “The only thing I know is, ‘Mary Had a Little Lamb.’”
Aurora laughed as she stopped playing the classical tune and started in on ‘Mary Had a Little Lamb.’
Ren laughed as he pulled her against him and kissed her. When he pulled her against him, her hands and elbows slammed on the keys, making a horrible sound.
“Even your rendition of ‘Mary Had a Little Lamb’ is better than mine.”
She smiled up at him. “I can help you.”
He smiled as he moved her hair out of her face. “What’s wrong?” He asked when her smile fell to a frown.
She sighed, then pulled away from him and sat up. They get along so well, she had almost forgotten why she had escaped the party.
“Aurora?” He asked as he studied her composure.
She sighed, “I have been told twice tonight that you don’t really care or want me.”
With a growl, he pulled her onto his lap. She squealed as she settled against him.
“I told you not to listen to anything anyone has to say. To remember that I love you, and only you.”
She sighed again, “I know. And I was doing very well; until Martina told me that you got a hard-on, from feeding her cake, and you had said that only I turn you on. So, I thought, maybe you hadn’t meant either…”
He growled so angrily, and so deep, she jumped.
“That damn woman,” he grumbled, “look at me, Aurora,” he said as he turned her chin, so she was looking at him. “I was hard because I was thinking about tonight when I will have you in my arms.”
“Oh,” she said breathing heavily, her mouth forming an adorable O.
He smiled, “no one has ever affected me, the way you do. And no one ever will, you’re all I want, Aurora Romano.”
She moaned when he claimed her mouth.
“I don’t want to wait until tonight,” she whispered against his mouth.
He moaned as he stood and let her slide down his body. When his mouth came up off hers, she whimpered. He turned her and leaned her backside against the piano and retook her mouth. The piano keys rang out around them, as her ass sat on them.
Aurora giggled. She has never played piano with her ass before.
“Aurora,” he whispered as he lifted her up and placed her on top of the piano.
“Oh,” she moaned. She has never had sex on top of a piano before, either.
“I want you,” he said as he pushed the skirt of her dress up her legs, “now.”
“Yes,” she said with a moan as she went for the buttons of his shirt.
He didn’t wait for their clothes to come off, he wanted her here, and now. He shoved her dress up above her hips, then unfastened his pants.
The keys of the piano made horrid noises as they leaned on them. He took hold of her hips and slammed into her. Her cry of pleasure; matched the sound of the piano keys.
Luckily, the family room was far enough away from the dancehall, that no one will hear her, or the piano.
Ren pulled the top of her dress down to reveal her breasts to his hungry gaze. He took a dark nipple into his mouth as he thrust his hips forward, making her eyes roll to the back of her head.
He continued to slam into her, making the piano make even louder and more horrible noises. Still, they didn’t pay attention to it. They were in tune with each other’s bodies and how they were making each other feel.
They didn’t even hear when the door to the family room was opened.
“Speech!” The crowd chanted.
Martina smiled as she got up in front of everyone.
“Where’s the groom?!” Someone hollered.
“He probably sneaked off to the bathroom,” Martina said with a smile. “We can start without him,” she said as she looked at her parents.
Dom moved over to Sofia. “Find him,” he hissed.
Sofia nodded and crept around the crowd as she made her way out through the double doors. She was on a search for the groom who should be beside his bride at this moment.
What in the world is he doing? What could be more important?
She heard a horrid noise and followed it to the family room. It sounded like someone was beating on the piano.
She opened the door and started to ask whoever was in there what in the world they were doing to her father’s piano. She shut her mouth as her eyes widened at the sight before her. She closed her eyes and slowly backed out of the room, closing the door behind her. She moved over to the left of the door and leaned against the wall, then covered her face with her hands as she started to laugh hysterically.
“Sofia?” Nicola asked as he joined her.
“Yeah?” She asked without removing her hands from her face.
“I have found that our little sister is missing as well,” he informed her.
She pointed to the door, where the horrible noise was coming from.
“Is that the piano?” He asked as he opened the door.
Nicola froze when he saw what was going on in the family room, then backed out of the room and closed the door, and looked at Sofia.
“You could have given me a warning,” he grumbled.
She looked up at him with mirth in her eyes. “I will never look at that piano the same again,” she said, then covered her face as she broke down into more fits of laughter.
Aurora opened the door and froze; her eyes open wide.
“What’s wrong?” Ren asked as he pulled the door from her hands and stared at Sofia and Nicola. They stood in the hall against the wall across from the door.
“Toasts,” was all Sofia said.
“Shit,” Ren grumbled, then quickly kissed Aurora on the lips and ran down the hall towards the dancehall.
“You, young lady, are coming with me,” Sofia said as she took hold of Aurora’s arm and headed down the hall in the opposite direction.
“What do I tell the others?” Nicola asked as he watched them.
Sofia stopped and turned to him. “Nothing,” she said, then turned back around. “You’re coming with us. Your little sister is sick.”