The Woman Of THREE CROWN PRINCES
NON POSSO VIVERE SENZA ON TE Part 3. Guilio Vaffanculo!
“Raoul, what are you doing here.” A handsome face appeared behind me while I was watching the wine harvest being done. This time he wore sunglasses with the brand Giorgio Armani, and stylist sunglasses, this fashion that makes it look like the wrong place now. He should have walked the boulevard via Monte Napoleon in Milan, not lost among the yellowing branches of this vineyard.
“Boungiorno, bellezza.” (Good morning, beautiful) She showed off her charming smile. The familiar greeting that used to always make me smile happily and make my life colorful, filling my days until three years ago now sounds again.
“Buoungiorno, what do you want.” I don't have that incredible appeal anymore. Whatever he says, I won't believe it anymore. It's been quite.
“I just got back from Milan, I brought you a gift.” He pulled out a paper bag of Prada-branded groceries, I don't know what it was I don't care. I stared at him doubtfully, I could read the pattern. I used to think he did the same thing. Not once, I thought he was working as a successful banker managing his customer's funds. Initially loyal to give me gifts, flowers, all the things he can work on. Before I knew she wasn't as successful as she said she was and ended up preferring to enjoy life, following me around entertaining guests every night, talking to girls so I was sick of it.
I don't know what he was doing back then, I don't want to think about it anymore.
“I can buy my own gifts. You don't have to give me a gift.” I ignored him and walked along the row-row of Nerello Mascalese varietal grapes, often called volcano grapes, because they were widely known to be planted in the valley of Mount Etna. It takes 2.5 pounds of Nerello wine to produce one bottle of wine.
“Monica, amore.I specially brought it for you. I'm reminded of you..” Staying in his mind offers me the prize. Prada, what I made with the graceful Prada and the women who got off the billionaires' sports car, among these grapes and olives, my favorite brand is FILA.
“And what do you want with your gift?” I turned to him now, had he not been kapok given a bogem by Guilio when he appeared again.
“Lunch only,..” He blinked his eyes and smiled widely. "Lunch only, amore..."
“Go Raoul, I'm busy. It's harvest season. Many women want your gift, not me.” I snorted and walked again. Ignoring its existence.
Lately my life has calmed down, I've enjoyed this calmness of why she should bother me again. Weekends like this may have been longing for romance, but lately, I've been more interested in enjoying this tranquility by just sitting back, counting the new land area, maybe planning a new cottage. Sometimes I let someone tease me at the bar, just to get some sweet compliments. But besides, I don't know if I haven't planned to trade this peace of mine again for a love rollercoaster.
“Amore..come. Just lunch.”
“I'm tired of being your Amore Raoul, why don't you understand that.”
“I changed Monica, now I manage the club in Milan, you can't believe, I have money now, I have a new car, a new apartment, not even if our relationship used to stick in your heart.” In the past, he admitted that he only sold his good looks to pamper his clients, praise him and get money from them. “Monica, listen to me..”
"Take off me Raoul." He caught my hand and tried to get my attention, I immediately pulled him.
“Stronzo! (As*shole), you still dare to appear here?!” And Guilio's voice surprised me. Raoul turned to him.
“Monica, so this big-mouthed bastardo (bastard) that is with you now?! Unexpectedly you turned me down because of this fucking playboy.”
“I've been friends with Monica for decades Figlio in puttana! (Son of a bitch*!), Monica's enemy is the same as mine, I didn't like you in the first place so get out of here, A fanabla! (Go to hell!*).”
You can imagine Guilio saying it with his hands on his waist while his hands instinctively belittled Raoul. Guilio is a person who is not afraid to look for trouble if he does not like people, before we parted he held back because I said Raoul is not as bad as he thought, but now if Raoul was in front of him he would say all the swear he knew and wouldn't mind fighting bogem directly in front of me.
That was what happened before when they met.
“Already Guilio, Raoul go. I'm not going to have lunch, dinner, or just have coffee with you. We're done don't bother me again many times I repeat that to you. We'll never go anywhere again.”
“You heard that, a fanabla!” Guilio pointed out the direction to go to Raoul.
“You think you're the only one with Guilio's bodyguard, I have too, don't get your head big Cornuto(cuckold)! You were with him Monica, you slept with him?!” Oh my God, these guys are so noisy and sensitive. Sometimes I get used to it, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I think of finding a londoner who is polite and sexy with his posh accent.
“If you guys want to fight, go to the open field. If my vine falls, I will beat you both with my mother's pot!” myself I left them walking down my garden again.
They're still arguing I heard for a while. Then Raoul finally left.
“Stronzo's managing a pub in Milan now? He has a bodyguard?! He's just here to seduce you?” Now Guilio was beside me and immediately asked.
“I don't know, none of my business anyway.”
“Why is he here?”
“Bringing me a gift bag from Prada, I don't know what it is, I just saw the brand and took lunch.”
“Porca vacca! (Holy cow!)” She laughs. “He really tried to seduce you again?”
“Maybe she heard the news I am successful now and bought an additional land, she considers me very beautiful and attractive for her future. Cazzo mene (I don’t care)! Or maybe consider my cry that used to be a sign I have not been willing to take it off.”
“Hmm... I'll ask the people she works with. That Stronzo seems to be quite boasting of himself now.”
“You don't have to look for unnecessary problems.”
“People like him won't give up easily. He's definitely still coming. I wonder who he's working with now. How can he be trusted to manage the pub, it's not easy Monic, I just want to know who's behind him It seems that he still really dislikes Raoul. "Well, yes. Actually, who he's working with in Milan, if he's working with women, his father's mafioso and somehow that woman knows Raoul seduced me, there can be bloodshed here.
“You didn't go home to your mother? You slept in the right place last night?” My further questions made him grimace.
“I sleep in my room, not in someone else's room. I swear.”
“Ohh, your vows of celibacy still apply apparently.” I laugh.
“Boss! Claudia will be here!” His guard suddenly made a report while running.
“Cuzzo! (F*uc*k!)*” He immediately swore. “Why did he know I was here, I just told Momma. Gosh of course momma told him.” All Italian men are sons of momma. That's an indisputable stereotype.
“Wow it seems your momma is supporting him. Don't be a coward, face him. You seduced her first.”
“I seduced him?! You don't know how aggressive that girl is.” His face looks messed up.
“Go look for the girl last night. Probably having a lunch session at the same time wine testing at the restaurant now.” I gave him a way out.
“Ahhh....You're really smart Monica, ti amo con tutto il cuore (I love you with all my heart).” His face instantly brightened back, hearing an effective way of escape.
“Vaffanculo Guilio!” I swore a short length hearing his appeal. (Go fck yourself!*). He laughed and walked towards the restaurant.
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Visual girl who this time is not old, the girl is younger than Guilio 3 years lhoo, his face is so hehehe.