Still A Virgin?! by Kobby Ben (classic novels to read txt) 📕

"That's so not true." Danielle denied feistily "I do not always talk about Alberto wanting to have sex." She paused "Besides, he called on my way to offer a congratulatory dinner he is planning tonight. Men are confusing, they want to do the deed, why not ask right away?"

"I will be in my room when you are done." Shelly stood up with her laptop, tired of hearing her complain.

"Don't you walk out on me Shelly Green," Danni grunted, screaming, "For Chrissakes I am facing a crisis here!"

Shelly spun around right when she heard that "For Chrissakes, break your virginity!" she walked back to the couch angrily blustering "I am fifty-forty-nine! A widow! Haven't had sex with my husband for ten years! But I have with other guys countless times and believe me, it was unexplainable!" she paused, then went on after catching her breath "You are thirty, it's so okay when you do not burst your cherry at twelve-like I did mine. It's understandable when you kept it through the eve of eighteen and twenty. Twenty-five, great to be saving it for Mr. Perfect! On the eve of thirty?! Girl are you outta your mind, just buuuuuuuurrrrrrsssssssssssttt it already!"

Danni was surprised at all those screams avalanched on her, "Wow." She let out in shock, "That was a whole lot of anger you just let out." She muttered.

"Danni," she sat by her on the couch "you should see a shrink, this is psychological." She said with all the seriousness she could gather.

"Don't start with this Shell," she stood up "I am fine and perfect and happy to be saving for marriage." She feigned a smile "I will be in my room when you are done with talk of shrinks and breaking virginities."

Shelly watched her walk away in surprise "Chrissakes Danni, don't walk out on me! ... I am facing a crisis here!"

CHAPTER 2 

Danielle shut the door of the cab gently as she got out to Santa Monica. The skies were dark as coal and the evening breeze was soothing as a spa treat. 

 She turned her gaze away from the star-glittering skies to Alberto's semi-detached duplex house.

Two months since she had stepped foot here and the house hadn't changed. It wasn't like she was expecting some big renovations, but sometimes she forgot Alberto was Hollywood Royalty and she'd bet people with that tag makeover their houses like they changed their wardrobe.

One thing she liked about him, he wasn't the Hollywood stereo-type type. He wasn't ostentatious, and he was all there was to know about him-no secrets, just the Italian with a loving heart-and an uncontrollable thirst for sex.

Rubbing her palm against her blue sequined Luca Luca dress which had a low back drop, three-quarter sleeves and spaghetti-straps, she wiped the sweat off knowing well what was getting her nervous.

She was popping her cherry tonight, yay! Wasn't that great?

She wasn't convinced though, but she was doing it anyway. Thirty was no age to celebrate without having a bikini wax.

She did her mojo walk; chin high, shoulder high and a slight grin, heading for Alberto's house. She punched the bell on reaching the porch of deckchairs. Ding, ding. She pressed a couple of times. When she had no answer she grunted in frustration"Seriously." She uttered in her anger, if she'd come all the way to be PUNK'D she'd make sure she wasn't leaving him without a hole in his groin.

She tried the doorknob and was surprised the door jerked open. Alberto never left his house unlocked. Maybe that was the plan, she thought, he wanted her to come in without being the one to let her in.

Seriously, what was she thinking? Fiancées never used the bells, did they? Well, she had left her keys with him when she'd moved out tired of him demanding sex all the time. That turned out to be a good decision preventing her from creeping back beneath his covers whenever she was going through the feeling-lonely night phase.

She walked into the dark hall, remembering where the switch was, she palmed her hands on the smooth wall-papered walls to locate it. She turned on the lights watching the beautiful chandeliers dim-lit the exquisite hall.

"Alberto?" she called tracing her gaze up the stairs.

"Alberto?" her voice rang louder walking towards the staircase.

Before she could take her first step on the stairs, she caught sight of the dining hall blearing with flickering flames of candles.She cocked a brow in puzzlement as a smile curved her lips.

Guess who was reading Newchic to go the extra mile to sweep her off her feet.

She walked slowly to the dining hall, her knees shivering from excess anticipation with a doze of excitement making it difficult to move in her golden Giussepe Zannotti peep-toes. She pushed open the dining hall door wide, stepping into the beautiful array of burning sweet-scented candles. Closing her eyes, she inhaled the vanilla in the air.

 Inching closer to the round set-up table with two chairs adjacent each other, expecting to see some lip-smacking Italian dishes, but there was none.

Like any sane woman, she couldn't resist Italian food and Italian men. Italian men were better than their American counterparts and whoever disagreed should go over Jack Black and Leonardo DiCaprio to see who ticks most of their boxes (certainly not Jack Black after his performance in Guliver's Travel wearing-eek!-a granny robe in portraying the doll).

She felt the hair at the back of her neck stand, and she heard footsteps behind her. Before she could turn, two strong hands snaked around her waist from behind, drawing her close to their possessor.

She stiffened in his arms inhaling his musky scent which was just like a breath of fresh Texan air: hot and dusty (emphasis on hot) . Only being this close to him could stir wild emotions, like the unexplainable sensations coursing through her body.

Fire seared her neck when his lips touched it "Alberto." She moaned silently, sending her hands behind to move her fingers through his silky hair. She closed her eyes loving the moment to the extreme "I missed being in your arms." She whispered.

"I missed being with you." He whispered back in her ear as his finger played circles around her navel area.  If anyone could use his hands more than X-men's Wolverine, it had to be him.

"What will we be having today?' she asked rubbing her hands against his hairy arms, touching a Rolex and feeling their strength.

"Me." He giggled in her ear at his answer making her heart flutter.

"Mm..." she carried on with his seduction, thinking that should be the best way so she would not chicken out when it came to the last minute "That sounds... spicy."

He hauled her around to face him and realizing he was shirtless, she found out where all the attraction had come from.Alberto was hunkiest of the hunks; his physique was Greek god standards. High embossed chests, six-pac steel abs, his arms were lean muscled and perfectly chiseled. She realized he had waxed off the hair on his tummy. Maybe she wasn't the only one who thought thirty was no thirty without waxing.

Hell-ooo? They were getting married it was only normal they shared the same ideas (at least)when it came to grooming.

"Nice shirt." She complimented jokily looking in his fiery brown eyes.

"It's a Cavallini. Hundred percent cotton." He replied with a grin, listening to her chuckle.

"Please tell me what we are having." She implored as he led her to the table dragging one of the chairs for her to sit. Like a true Italian gentleman.

"A taste off." He replied laconically to her confusion.

"Taste off?"

"Give me a sec."

He came back holding two huge trays with plates of all kinds of Italian delicasies. Her taste buds watering as she stared at the plates being settled along the circumference of the table. They were eight in total, all screaming to be eaten.

"Taste off?" she asked again, this time having somewhat of a clue.

He nodded "This," he moved to his seat twirling the table "is a swivel table." He spoke demonstrating, "These dishes here, I have labored to prepare."

"Mm..." she rubbed her palms in anticipation "I guess I will be tasting all these."

"Yeah." He winked at her making her heart flutter "And I am going to take you through the trouble I went through cooking them."

"I can't wait." She squealed in excitement.

"Then don't." he gestured at the food right in front of her "Let that be your first."

She shook her head disagreeing "How about..." she pointed a plate to his immeditate left.

He twirled the plate to her gently but swiftly "Filletto alla Rossini."

"Mm..." she murmured closing her eyes to savor the taste iwith delight "I love it." She spoke with food in her mouth "Did you say you cooked it?"He nodded lying. He had worked all afternoon watching Disney Channel (could you blame him? He was bored) as a chef did all the cooking.

One thing about being Celeb, you could get everything you wanted and lie about it all you wanted "C'mon Danni, you've got seven more dishes to go." He stated after watching her dig her fork in the meal more than four times.

"Ugh," she slumped into her chair obstinately, "I never want to stop eating this."

"What's your next choice?" Her features cogitated looking down at the meals "I think I'll have that meat." She pointed the baked ziti.

"Good choice." Alberto lauded twirling the table for the plate to face her.

"Alberto, you really think I am stupid to believe you cooked all this." She chowed down the meat.

"You are just jealous I cook better." He teased taking hold of her hands to bring back the chemistry that was dwindling.She felt her skin tingle looking down at his hand caressing hers. 

She looked into his eyes to see him have that gaze that made you feel he was undressing you-the penetrating gaze. Clearing her throat to evade the thoughts of him making love to her, she pulled her hands from beneath his "I'll take that." She pointed a plate closer to her, her voice not sounding as enthusiastic as it had been.

He nodded giving the table a little push. "Spaghetti Karmponara." He said, chiding himself for making her feel that uncomfortable.  

 If he wanted things to turn out successfully as he had planned, he had to take off the I-want-to-undress-you quality of his gaze.

Fortunately after tasting the Fettucine al ragu alla Bolognese, chicken cabonara with farfalle, polenta with hunter sauce, she got her zeal for the date back.

Seeing she'd tasted all the dishes on the table "Now," she spoke grinning at him like a proud cat after its daily milk ration, "let me rate your cooking." She looked down the plates "My favorite was the fettucine thing, it was the best I've ever tasted and I am giving it a ten out of ten." She nodded in affirmation, "All was great Alberto. Maybe I should admit that between us, I suck at cooking... or... " She wore on a skeptical look reaching for her purse to pull out a sticker and stamped it hard on the table in an in-your-face sorta way "I found it at the hall and I thought you should see it."

"No." Alberto's face contorted in embarrassment looking at the sticker that read:

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