My Blind Fiancée

Shortly after, they went down for breakfast. Mateo instructed Max to load their luggage into the car. The chauffeur was not pleased with the idea of his boss and the girl traveling alone for so many hours on the road without any supervision.

“Don’t worry, Max. I can take care of myself perfectly well. Nothing will happen. You can return home in the helicopter.”

“Your grandfather won’t agree; he’ll probably make me come back immediately for you and Miss Ava,” Max said, knowing Guido perfectly and understanding that he would be upset with Mateo for leaving his grandson.

“You’re right. It’s better for you to stay at your apartment. Don’t show up at the mansion,” Mateo thought it would be best to avoid causing his grandfather too much distress.

Max realized it was pointless to insist. He knew his boss too well and understood he wouldn’t be able to change his mind.

After they finished breakfast, they got into the car. Ava sat in the passenger seat, and Mateo insisted on adjusting her seatbelt himself to ensure she was safe.

Ava felt nervous yet confident. She knew he wouldn’t do anything that put her at risk. The events of the previous night were not entirely his fault; if she had followed his advice, nothing would have happened. She had been too trusting when accepting the drink offered by that woman. Mateo hadn’t told her what it contained, but she was sure her discomfort was due to that.

After a while, Mateo turned on the radio. A song started playing, and he seemed to like it because he turned up the volume slightly, not too loud to bother her. It was a sexy song, and he began to sing along. Ava couldn’t help but laugh as she heard him.

“This song suits me very well because I know I’m sexy and irresistible,” he said confidently.

“Haha, you’re a very modest man,” Ava couldn’t help but laugh at his comment.

“Have I told you how much I love your laughter?”

Although Ava didn’t respond, he could see her blushing.

“I’ve read that this area has beautiful landscapes, especially the vineyards. I would have liked to see them once.”

Upon hearing this, Mateo decided to change the course of their trip. It would take two hours to reach Rivoli, where the best vineyards were located. She might not be able to see the wonderful hills, but he could describe them to her. Two hours later, Ava felt the car come to a stop.

“We’re not having much luck; the car is acting up,” he scolded himself again for lying.

“What?” The girl felt terrified, immediately recalling her parents’ accident.

“Don’t worry; there’s no need to be scared. We’ll stay nearby while they fix the car.” He mentally scolded himself again; he wanted to have a good time, but he had ruined it once more.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

At that time of year, the place was packed, and it was fortunate that they found an available room for their stay. The problem would be in informing the girl. The place was a vineyard estate situated right in the middle of the vineyards on a hill. They offered tours where they allowed visitors to taste the wines.

“The air here is incredible. I imagine it must have a wonderful landscape,” Ava said, breathing in the fresh air as she imagined the beautiful scenery.

“That’s right. From here, you can see the green hills and the vineyards. This time of year, they’re in the midst of the grape harvest.”

“Oh! Is it grape-selling time?”

“No, ‘vendimia’ is the grape harvest for making wines. When it’s for selling, it’s called ‘cosecha.’ It’s a festive time, even though the vineyard workers have a lot more work. Outsiders come to be employed. The celebration of the grape harvest is not new; it’s a tradition that dates back to the origins of this drink. In ancient Egypt, the grape harvesting was a social, religious, and cultural event that revered the figure of Osiris, the god attributed to the creation of wine and worthy of all kinds of offerings. The Greeks and Romans also gave grape harvesting a festive and religious importance, worshipping Dionysus and Bacchus, respectively.”

“You know a lot about this,” she was surprised to hear him speak so knowledgeably on the subject.

“I like to read; I’ve read about it somewhere.”

It was starting to get dark, and they hadn’t eaten yet, so Mateo insisted on doing so. Ava only nibbled on a few snacks; she was feeling tired, perhaps it was still the effects of the medication or the substance that had entered her system.

When Mateo saw her yawning, he took her by the hand and led her to a hanging chair beneath a tree. After helping her settle into the chair, he sat down beside her. Without thinking, they both fell asleep. When Ava woke up after a while, she realized she was lying on Mateo’s chest, and he was gently stroking her head. She quickly moved away, and he couldn’t help but notice her cheeks had turned a lovely shade of pink.

Mateo got up to help her to her room. Ava didn’t like the idea and stood up next to him. When he least expected it, she gave him an unexpected kiss, making him feel like he was touching the sky. She was determined to enjoy the moment, and for now, nothing else mattered to her.

Shortly after, he helped her to her room. She was about to tell him they would have to share it because the place was fully booked. Ava took a few steps, and he closed the door. When he turned around, he was taken aback. Her dress was on the floor, and he thought she might have assumed he had left.

“Ava, wait, I…” He felt nervous and embarrassed, despite being excited as he observed her perfect body.

“Shhh, don’t say anything,” she approached and kissed him again. Mateo couldn’t resist her any longer.

He laid her on the bed, and it only took seconds for them to discard their clothes. His hands gently explored the girl’s body, and to him, her curves were perfection, her body a work of art.

He kissed her neck and began to descend. Ava trembled; the sensations were completely new to her. He tried to be as gentle as possible. For a passionate man like him, it was a challenge to restrain himself. He didn’t want to hurt her, let alone scare her. He wanted to make her first time something special.

He savored kissing and caressing every possible part of her body. Ava’s taste was the sweetest he had ever experienced.

He parted her legs and entered slowly. Her inner walls were very tight, and she stifled a cry of pain. He stopped and kissed her softly.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, it just hurt a little.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, keep going.” She was determined to surrender herself to him completely.

He realized that she truly wanted to be with him. He began to move slowly; the pain had passed, and she felt lost in a sea of sensations.

She felt like she was floating, but suddenly, it was as if a whirlwind had her spinning uncontrollably. She let out a loud moan, and he released a soft growl, then he lay on her chest.

“Well, that was… I don’t know how to explain something like that.” It had been a strange experience. It had caused her pain, but the sensations that followed were intense and entirely new to her.

He smiled and kissed her again, then helped her to get up. They entered the bathroom together; he turned on the warm water in the shower, applied soap to a sponge, and began to wash Ava’s body. He noticed a thin red thread running down her legs.

He traced her back with his mouth. She turned around and sought his lips, and they melted into a kiss. He pushed her back until her back met the wall, lifted her legs, placing one on each side of his hips, and entered her again, starting with that gentle swaying motion that awakened intense sensations in her body.

When they finally felt satisfied, they washed their bodies. Mateo took a towel and wrapped her in it, then carried her in his arms and laid her on the bed. He lay down beside her, and they both quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, when Ava woke up, she looked for Mateo, but he wasn’t by her side. Suddenly, she felt a warm kiss on her lips and recognized his unmistakable scent.

“Buongiorno, principessa.”

“Buongiorno, amore.” Mateo smiled when he heard her; he liked that she called him that.

“We’ll go downstairs for breakfast and then return to Milan in the afternoon. I had forgotten that tomorrow morning I have a meeting with other investors, including your uncle Teodoro.”

Ava lowered her head, and he could see that she looked sad.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, concerned.

“No, I’m fine. It’s just that if it were up to me, I wouldn’t go back to Milan.”

“I feel the same way, but we can’t let your uncle get away with it. We must make him pay,” Mateo was determined to do it. Teodoro would pay for all the harm he had caused.

Ava got up to take a bath, and Mateo noticed she was taking a long time. He hesitated to knock on the door, but eventually did. She opened it slightly.

“Is something wrong? Whatever it is, tell me, and I’ll see how I can help.”

Ava blushed; she had a problem and felt embarrassed to ask for his help.

“I have a small problem.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I wasn’t prepared; it wasn’t my time yet,” Ava was dying of embarrassment, but she needed his help urgently.

“I don’t understand what you mean,” Mateo didn’t understand what was happening, but he could see that Ava’s face had turned red with embarrassment.

“I think I’m on my period, and I need sanitary pads.”

Now it was Mateo’s turn to blush upon hearing what she was saying.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go get you some right away. I’ll ask if I can buy them nearby,” Mateo understood that what was happening to her was partly his fault. He had tried to be as gentle as possible, but it still had consequences.

Mateo hurriedly went to get what his girl needed. Fortunately, the vineyard estate, being far from the city, had a store where he could find them.