The Gem of the Romano Dynasty (Romano Dynasty - Duology - Book One)

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Chapter Twenty-Six: Bed Fellows

Later that night, after the guests went home, Ren, exhausted from his evening of pretending to be head over heels in love with the fake Aurora, retired to his house.

After their tryst on the piano, Aurora hadn’t returned to the party. Neither had Sofia or Nicola. Dom had gotten a note from Sofia, saying that Jili wasn’t feeling well, so they were going to spend the rest of the evening with her.

Ren had missed Aurora’s presence but was glad she was away from Martina and her lies, and spending some time with her big sister.

Ren kicked off his shoes as he went to the fridge for a cold beer. He’ll wait another hour, then go in search of Aurora. She couldn’t be too far…

He heard a noise in his bedroom and smiled, then took a quick swig of his beer before he set it on the counter and headed down the hall for his room. As he walked, he unfastened his shirt and slid it off. He opened the door and looked at his bed with a smile. He could see her silhouette on his bed.

“I hope you’re not too exhausted,” he whispered into the darkness as he unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor, then kicked them and his shoes off. He leaned over the bed with a smile. “Aurora.”

His head was instantly dragged down to her mouth. He chuckled as he lost his balance and fell on top of her. She moaned as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

The mouth against his was not Aurora’s.

“Martina!” He hollered as he pulled his head away from her.

“Please,” she purred, “I like it when you call me Aurora.”

Ren snorted as he tried to pull himself away from her. Her legs tightened around his hips, and she pulled him closer to her… He has already lost what little of an erection he had had. She noticed and groaned as her hand pressed against his crotch.

“Do you want to feed me again?” She whispered into his ear.

Ren felt bile rise up in his throat.

“What are you doing in my bed, Martina?” He demanded.

“I had told you that I would be in your bed tonight,” she said with a seductive tone.

Ren pulled back with enough force, it forced her legs to let him go. He quickly jumped off the bed and grabbed his pants, then pulled them on and glared down at the unwanted woman in his bed.

“Get out, Martina,” he hissed.

“No,” she said as she got to her knees on the bed and reached out for his belt, which he had just finished refastening.

Ren took a step back, out of her reach. “I only share my bed with the real, Aurora,” he said with a growl.

She snorted, “I will be the real Aurora. Just you wait.”

Ren laughed. He couldn’t help it, she was so naive and stupid. Like she could ever be anything like the real Aurora.

“Just you wait, Ren Mancini. Come this Saturday, I will become your wife, and I will have the title I desire.”

Ren scoffed, “the wedding is fake, Martina. And there is no title that comes with marrying me.”

“Maybe not,” she said with a scowl, “but there is a title, and I plan to make it mine. With you at my side, there’s nothing we can’t do,” she said as she moved off the bed and headed for him.

Ren moved out of her reach.

“There is no us, and there never will be,” he said with annoyance.

“We will see about that, come Saturday, you will be mine,” she said, then crawled back into the bed and patted the mattress next to her.

Ren grunted as he headed for the door.

“The wedding is real!” She called out to him.

He stopped and turned to her. “It’s not.”

She smirked, “oh, but it is. I heard Dom tell the Priest so.”

Ren closed his eyes. She has to be telling a lie. Why would Dom force him to marry this woman? Unless…unless, he found out about him and Aurora…”

“I will be here when you return,” Martina said with a smile. “Every night,” she whispered.

Ren groaned as he left the room.

Martina smiled as she mistook his groan of pain for one of pleasure. He’s probably going to the kitchen to fuel up for their lovemaking. Get his juices flowing, so to speak. She sat there with a stupid grin as she waited for his return.


Ren went to his kitchen. He needed a beer. Spotting his beer on the counter, he went to it and gulped it down. A magnet on his fridge caught his eye. He placed the empty beer bottle on the counter and moved over to the magnet. It wasn’t where it’s supposed to be. It was the magnet Aurora had given him almost two months ago. She had said that it was for her use only. So, he knows when she has left him a message or a love note. His eyebrows met between his eyes as he stared at the magnet.

He moved to the trash and pulled the lid off. He stared at the crumpled piece of pink paper. He recognized Aurora’s notepaper and smiled as he picked it up and read it.

Violets are red, Roses are purple…

Screw that, you know how I feel. Now get your ass to my room, I’ll be waiting for you.

Ren laughed as he flattened out the paper and shook his head. She always purposely goofs up some silly love poem, just because. She loves the originals, but she loves his reactions even more.

“Shit,” he mumbled.

How long has she been waiting for him?

He quickly placed her note into the drawer with all the others, then ran from his house.

He made it into the mansion, and up the stairs to her room, in record timing. What is he going to say, to explain why he’s so late?

The truth, Mancini. Always the truth.

He opened Aurora’s bedroom door, then silently closed and locked it. Aurora laid in bed; her eyes closed. The soft glow from the bedside lamp brought out every drop of beauty the woman possessed.

“Aurora,” he whispered as he neared the bed.

“Is the door locked?” She whispered, without opening her eyes.

“Yes,” he whispered back.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. “What took you so long?” She asked as she studied his face. “I know exactly when the last guest left.”

He sighed as he approached the bed. He didn’t dare join her. What if she kicked him out, once he told her he had just practically kissed her evil counterpart?

“Ren?” She asked as she sat up in bed.

Ren took a deep breath, then told her what had happened in his house.

She stared at him in shock. That bitch just won’t take no for an answer.

“Didn’t you get my note?” She asked.

He sighed, “not until after I escaped her clutches. She had thrown it away before she’d placed herself in my bed. If not for your magnet, I wouldn’t have found the note.”

She smiled as she got to her knees. “See, I told you it was a good idea.”

He smiled as he moved closer to the bed. “So. Do you forgive me for kissing her? I swear to you that I had thought it was you.”

Her right eyebrow raised as she thought about it for a moment. “That depends on your answer to my question.”

He stopped within a few inches of the bed. “What’s the question?” He asked as he eyed her.

She reached her arms out and pulled him closer to the bed.

“What would you have done if you hadn’t found the note?”

He looked up at the ceiling and tapped his chin with his finger as if he had to think about his answer. She slapped him on the chest with both of her hands. He laughed as he took hold of her hands and held them against this chest.

“I guess I would have slept in my car.”

“Good answer,” she said with a nod.

He grinned as he leaned forward to kiss her. She pushed on his chest to keep him back as she shook her head.

“But it’s the wrong answer.”

He stopped moving and stared at her.

She smiled at him. “The correct answer would be that you would have come to my room, in search of me, because you don’t need a note to tell you to come to me.”

He growled as he jumped on top of her and pinned her to the bed.

She giggled as she looked up at him longingly.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said with a groan.

“Like what?”

He grunted, “like you want to devour me in one bite.”

She grinned, “maybe I do.”

He smirked as he moved his hand between them and slid her nightshirt up her legs. He sucked in a breath when he discovered she had no panties on.

“Lorenzo,” she whimpered when his hand touched her delicate folds.

His name on her lips, had him undone. He quickly unbuttoned his belt and unfastened his pants. Before she could ask him what he was doing, he was inside her.

She moaned as she moved her body with his frantic movements. When her world shattered around her, he was there to pick up the pieces just to shatter it all over again a moment later.

When he came, he held her close and kissed her. Every time they were together, it was like magic.

They stayed in each other’s arms for a moment before he moved off the bed and stripped out of his clothes. He helped Aurora out of her nightshirt then joined her in bed.

They made love again; until exhaustion finally had them falling asleep in each other’s arms.


Ren stood in front of Dom’s desk as he waited for the other man to get off the phone.

“No, not purple flowers, puce… It is so a color. It’s between purple and pink… Then dye the damn things!”

Ren watched his boss as he tapped a pen on the table while listening to the person on the other end. Which seemed to be the florist for the wedding this weekend.

“Look the damn color up online, you moron. I want everything to be perfect for my daughter’s wedding, do you understand me?!” Dom paused his tapping of the pen and rolled his eyes. “Good! If I don’t get what I want, I will go to someone else!” He hollered, then slammed the phone down. “Idiots! No such color as puce, my ass! How the hell did they become a florist without knowing all the damn colors?”

“Isn’t puce, Sofia’s favorite color?”

Dom jerked his head up and stared at Ren. “How long have you been there for?”

Ren shrugged, “long enough to know that the local florist is an idiot and doesn’t know what the color puce is.”

Dom snorted. “What do you want, Ren?”

“I want you to tell me the truth.”

Dom sighed. “About what?”

“Is this supposedly fake wedding, actually real?” Ren asked, his eyes not leaving Dom’s.

“Where did you hear that it’s not fake?” Dom demanded. I’m going to throttle Nicola. He thought as he watched Ren.

“Martina overheard your conversation with the Priest. So, it’s true? The wedding is real?”

Dom sighed, “have a seat boy, may as well involve you too.”


“Aurora?” Isabella called as she knocked on her daughter’s door. She wasn’t making that mistake again.

“Come in, Mother,” Aurora called.

Isabella slowly opened the door and smiled when she found her daughter sitting on her bed, alone.

“What’s that?” Isabella asked as she looked at the dress; her daughter was almost shredding to pieces. It looked like a wedding dress.

“It’s a dress I bought when we went dress shopping.”

“Oh. It looks like a wedding dress.”

Aurora nodded and told her mother the story behind the horrendous dress.

“I want the pearls,” Aurora said with a grunt as she pulled on a pearl.

Isabella smiled, “let me help.”

“Thanks,” Aurora said with a smile as her mother joined her on the bed.

“Such beautiful material. Too bad that, bride, had had no sense of style.”

“I know, right,” Aurora said with a grunt as she disconnected a pearl from the material.

“The seamstress did an amazing job making sure these pearls didn’t fall off,” Isabella said with a grunt.

“I think when I get married, I’m going to have her make my dress,” Aurora said as she stared at the fabric.

Isabella nodded, “good idea.”

“Hello?” Sofia called as she knocked on the open door. “There you are, Mama,” she said with a smile.

“Come help us with this,” Isabella said as she held up the pearl she was working on.

Sofia smiled as she joined them on the bed.

“The party was a hit,” Sofia said as she put a pearl into her mouth and tried to disconnect it from the dress with her teeth. “No one has even mentioned the groom disappearing just before the toasts,” she said as she gave up and tossed the material back onto the bed.

Aurora laughed as she handed her sister a pair of small scissors.

“Where had he disappeared to?” Isabella asked. When her girls got too quiet, she looked up at them, her cheeks flushed. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.”

Sofia chuckled, “no, Mama. You really don’t want to know.”

“How long after the wedding, do we have to put up with Martina, for?” Isabella asked as she picked up a pair of scissors from the bed.

“Don’t know,” Sofia said with a shrug. “Until Trevisani makes his move?”

“I hope he makes it soon,” Isabella said as she made a face at her daughters, “I don’t like the woman.”

Both girls laughed.

“We don’t either, Mom,” Aurora said with a heavy sigh.


Ren kissed Aurora’s bare shoulder as they laid in her bed after an incredible lovemaking session. He has been coming straight to her room, every night now, ever since he had found Martina in his bed.

She has refused to go to his house after dark. Sofia has been spying every night to confirm what they all already know.

Martina has been in his bed every night, waiting for him.

“Just a few more days until the wedding,” Aurora whispered.

Ren groaned, “don’t remind me.”

She smiled as she turned over onto her back and looked up at him.

“Nervous?” She asked.

He grinned, “terrified. But not of the wedding itself. I have this horrible feeling that Trevisani is going to send his men to kidnap the fake you, just as we say, I do.”

Aurora sighed heavily. “I hope he’s not that dumb. There will be too many men at the wedding, how could he think he’ll get away with it?”

Ren sighed as he played with her nipple. “No, he’s not that dumb. He’s that vengeful.”

She nodded, “Ren.”

“Yes, my love?”

“Make love to me.”

He grinned, “your wish is my command.”


Martina laid in Ren’s bed as she waited for him to come home. Why hasn’t he come to her? She knows she had turned him on, Saturday, at their engagement party. She had felt it. She turns him ON!

He had groaned at the thought of her waiting for him in his bed. So why wasn’t he here? Maybe she turned him on so much that it overpowered him. Perhaps he has been sleeping in his car in the garage, hoping she would come and find him.

Then why am I lying here in his bed?

She jumped out of bed and slipped the black silk robe with red roses on and headed for the door.

“Don’t worry, Ren,” she whispered as she opened the front door, “I’m coming for you.”

Poor guy has been sleeping out in his car, just waiting for her to come to him.

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