An Italian's Virgin Escort (IRS Book 1)

Chapter 17

Leonardo Point of view

"Oh come on, Leo. Don't brood over nothing!" Niccolo stated with exasperation clear in his voice.

Brood over nothing?

"Really, Niccolo? You brought your mistress, a freaking prostitute house worker as your date and you are telling me to give a proud smile?" I raked my hand through my thick hair trying to control my anger.

"This is not the first time though. I'm bringing her with me as my date from almost ten years and I don't care what you think about her. She is and will be my only date further too." Niccolo ended the discussion with a 'no more argument' look.

I know he's vexed up with this discussion. It's been years that we start Christmas Eve or any party with the same discussion. He always prefers a masquerade parties because his little mistress is a shy or most precisely and person with lot of shame to even attend a high end society parties.

I looked over to the other side of the ballroom and found a tall slender woman with a red feather mask, talking with few ladies regally like she belongs here.

"She's a prostitute, Niccolo! She is a used one. She doesn't belong to reputed society for god sake. You need to stop your thing with her and start a relationship with someone really worthy." I said trying to make him see the truth.

I'm not a fool, I can see he's in love with that escort and that's the most absurd thing ever. He can use her for his needs but an escort should not cross her bed sheet limits.

"Mind it, Leo. What are you then?" He asked raising an eyebrow and eyes filled with fury. I gave him a confused look telling him I didn't understand what he's referring to.

"You go to pubs, pick up girls and enjoy nights with different girls. Hell, you have more mistresses than your those strands of hair on your head. You do it, then its manliness and pride. She, for some unavoidable reason, does it then she's shameless? Think about yourself before speaking about my lady." He gritted and strode away to where his lady is standing.

I understand Niccolo is an understanding and philosophical type of person with all the things he went through in his life. But how come he's blind to the fact that one day he will be hurting himself. One day when he should settle down with a wife for his family and for his empire, what then?

Will he be able to take a wife while he loves a person who's not accepted in our society?

Who is treated as mere dirt and with disgust?

Or, will he be happy taking a good breed wife but have feeling for his little escort?

Why can't he see the trouble he will have in future?

I took a glass of alcohol from the passing waiter to calm down my nerves. I took a sip was talking with the approached group of few investors and looked at my watch and noticed it's been hour I arrived at the party but my Lilliput is not yet here who should've come half an hour earlier.

The thought of Lilliput calmed my nerves and made my mood a little better from previous conversation with Niccolo.

How come this short girl is capable of doing this to me? With just a thought of hers made me smile. My Lilliput.

I took out my mobile and was about to call her to threaten her for being late but stopped when I saw her entering through the large doors royally with a royal blue gown and an elegant silver mask which matched her quite beautifully.

I looked at her standing near the doors and playing with her hands nervously trying to find someone. I started walking towards her with a determination to know who she is looking for.