Nico (The Rossi Mafia)

Chapter 11 - Nico

I thought Kennedy would need some space. Even though I wanted to see her immediately after she left; I decided to hold back.

This could work. This could actually work!

Maybe I could keep seeing her and keep it light. She'd agreed to it already, now all I needed to do was make sure I kept myself in check. I'd decided that if I started feeling like I wanted more, then I'd cut her off.

I gave it three days, after which I texted her. Three-days was enough to make me go mad with desire. My hands shook when I typed that message.

Meet me tonight at the Guardian's Theatre. I got us tickets for the eight o'clock show.

I wanted to make the night special. Taking her to the opera was the most special thing I could think of. I couldn't give Kennedy a relationship, but I sure as hell could treat her as a Queen.

In another world, if I was leading another life—I would have given her more. I knew she deserved it. She was a smart vivacious beautiful woman, who deserved to be cherished and looked after. I had no idea what she saw in me, or why she wanted to keep hanging around. Even though I'd warned her that I had nothing to give.

I got dressed for the night in a tuxedo. I'd spent good money on these seats, in our own balcony. I'd never been this nervous about impressing someone before. Just sex used to be good enough. With Kennedy though, it seemed like I wanted more.

I arrived at the theatre well before eight and waited by the door. I was anxious, couldn't stand still. Kennedy was like a drug and I needed a hit. I needed to see her again. She'd stuck to her word and hadn't texted me or tried to get in touch in the past three days.

It seemed like she was more than happy to keep things simple between us.

When a cab pulled up in front of me, I wasn't expecting Kennedy to step out of it. I wasn't prepared for the vision I was about to see.

I saw her high heels first when she stepped on the pavement. Then, she slowly dragged herself out of the car. My eyes traveled over her body, and I felt that familiar movement in my pants. That feeling which told me I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off her.

She was in a long dress, the hem of which grazed the ground as she walked towards me. Was it black? Was it a deep red? Whatever color that dress was, it magnetized me. It was a soft breezy chiffon, with a deep sweetheart neck and barely-there sleeves. With every step she took, a part of her long legs was revealed through the slit in the front.

Kennedy was smiling at me; her cheeks were flushed. She'd pinned up her hair in a tight neat bun on the side of her head. There was a sparkling hair-pin holding it in place. From her ears hung simple teardrop shaped stone earrings, and she had a matching ring on. Her makeup was smoky, her skin looked flawlessly perfect. Her lips were the same rich color as her dress.

"Hello Nico," she was the first one to speak, because she'd caught me off-guard. It was like I had no words.

"Kennedy...you look..." I couldn't articulate the emotions I was feeling. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. She looked down at her dress, flushing even more when she realized that I liked her dress.

"I wasn't sure of what to wear. I've never been to the opera before," she commented. I met her wide green eyes and felt like I was sinking into them. I wanted to drag her by her hand, right back to my car and drive her to my apartment again.

Fuck the opera!

"You look perfect. That dress is beautiful on you," I said and placed a hand on her waist.