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ohsolonelyghosts · 1 year

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New Years Kiss

Characters: Maurizio Gucci x Reader

Word Count: 887

Note: Happy New Year everyone! I wanted to write this up real quick, it's not much, but I was really feeling Maurizio on this tonight. I typed it up really quickly, just wanted to get something out TONIGHT before it turned midnight on the west coast (where I'm at!)

Phrases to know: *Guarda quanto sei bella - Look how gorgeous you are

*Amore mio - my love

Contents/Warnings: Fluff, kissing, pretty SFW, some sexual language

You and Maurizio had just landed in New York City. He claimed he was here strictly on business, but it was a holiday and you knew it.

While he did have business meetings to attend, you stayed in the luxurious hotel room he had booked for the two of you. However, he promised you two would explore the city after the meeting today. After all, it was New Year's Eve.

You were applying your lipstick when you heard the door open and click shut.

“Love?” Maurizio quietly called, peeking around the corner to see you in the bathroom. He stood behind you in the bathroom, completely taking in your appearance while you finished up your makeup.

“Guarda quanto sei bella.”

You turned around, eyebrows raised at your husband. He was never light about compliments, showering you with them constantly. You smiled up at him, his hands finding your waist. Maurizio pulled you in, pecking at your lips a few times.

You pulled back slightly, humming.

“Thank you,” you whispered, fluttering your eyelashes.

“Any time, Bellissimo.”

You both exited the bathroom, pulling on the boots you intended to wear out today. Pulling on your stunning white coat to pull your outfit together, Maurizio barely changed his clothes and was ready.

“Men, absolutely no effort, and they can still look good,” you hummed over at him, listening to the chuckle in response.

“I know, doll, just call me flawless.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling as he stood in front of you once more.

“Let’s get going before we can’t move at all out there,” he suggested, holding his hand out, dragging you out of the hotel room.

Maurizio let you pick any stores to go into, any sights to see, and generally whatever you wanted to do for the rest of the day.

By the time the sun was setting, you were both walking back into the hotel, not avoiding any crowds. Setting everything you had bought from the day, which wasn’t much, onto the chair in the room, Maurizio looked at you with a slight smirk.

You looked up from sorting through the new belongings, tilting your head at him. He got that look in his eyes typically when he was in the mood. You shook your head, setting your things down.

You aimed a finger at him, shaking your head once more.

“Not right now, we were just out all day.”

Maurizio looked puzzled, giving you a smile.

“I meant champagne, amore mio. Let’s ring in the new year with some champagne and we can people-watch.”

You giggled as he picked up the hotel phone to dial for room service. Within no time the bottle showed up in the room, and your husband tipped room service generously.

You both stood on the balcony, both enthralled with the crowd of people down below. You had no idea how much time had passed, but the crowd grew louder with every passing moment. In a way, it was really fun to see everyone crowd around, pushing and shoving in an attempt to try to get out, or get farther in.

“People really come here to do this every year?” You questioned, turning your head to him.

The dark haired male turned his head back to you, looking you in the eyes.

“It’s a party, why wouldn’t you?”

You shrugged, a smile creeping onto your face.

“I don’t think standing in that crowd would be my thing.”

“Love, we are pretty much here for the party as well,” Maurizio mentioned, shrugging, a hand running through his hair. He straightened out from leaning over the balcony, checking his watch.

“11:30. So close.”

Maurizio kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. You both shared a sweet moment, though anyone who looked up could probably see you two.

He leaned down close to your ear, gently placing a kiss on your earlobe.

“I am going to give you such a treat after midnight.”

His words made you shiver in anticipation, eliciting a soft noise from you. When your husband stood up straight one more time, you half closed your eyes in a seductive glance, lips slightly parted up at him.

“You’ll get one too.”

Maurizio shuddered, chuckling down at you, giving you one more kiss before turning back and leaning over the balcony again. You dragged your fingernails along his back, leaning gently against him.

As the time drew closer to midnight, Maurizio pulled out the champagne from inside the hotel room. He was going to pop it over the balcony, and not the safe way, either.

Soon enough, the crowd began the ten-second countdown. You and your husband looked at each other, bright smiles on your faces.

When it hit one, Maurizio used the hand that wasn’t holding the alcohol to pull you in, planting a long, loving kiss on your lips. You both grinned into the kiss, pulling away so he could pop the bottle.

You were both sure that it hit someone in the sea of people down below, worrying you for a second before laughing along with your husband.

He poured the champagne into the glasses, handing you yours first. You clinked your glasses together, Maurizio planting one more kiss on your lips before you took sips of the alcohol.

“Happy New Year, Maurizio.”

“Happy New Year, Bellissimo.”

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hauntingoldhouses · 1 month

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snowboarding with maurizio + the aftermath🏔️

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glassbxttless · 1 year

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Anything with Maurizio

Her Love is my Religion

Maurizio Gucci x f!Reader

summary: Even after four years of marriage, Maurizio still loves you like it’s Day One.

word count: 1.0k+

warnings: 18+ (no sexual themes, but i DO NOT want minors interacting with my content in any capacity), this is a short one! just fluff, alcohol mention

He can see you from across the room, that dress that dips so low— shows just the perfect amount of skin. Your hair is perfectly in place, a wine glass in your hand. You’ve got the prettiest smile on your face, legs crossed at the ankle. You’re speaking to his mother. He orders himself another drink, eyes drifting from the woman he loves to the hoard of men— including his father— sitting at a table a few paces to the left. One day he’ll be at that table, discussing the future of Gucci. But for now, he stands at the bar. He admires his wife from afar. Thinks he couldn’t possibly have gotten this lucky. Like all of the stars aligned just for him.

He thanks the bartender, pushing himself off of the counter. He smoothed his jacket just a bit, hand curled around his glass as he walked over to where you stand. His free arm curls around your waist, head dipping down to press a kiss against your temple. His mother smiles warmly, hand pressed against her chest. “Mio figlio.” She sighs happily, her heart bursting. She’s so proud of where Maurizio is in his life. Of how happy he is with you on his arm. She takes a moment to admire the protective hold he has on you, before she’s looking over for her own husband— excusing herself quietly.

Maurizio smiles, giving your hip a squeeze. “Let’s head out, mia piccola colomba.” He’s tipping your chin up, making you look him in the eye before he’s kissing you. He’s not got a care in the world as he does. Doesn’t pay any mind that there are people around or the fact that you’re at an event. The way your dress hugs your body in all of his favorite places reminds him of your wedding. It reminds him of your bodies pressed close, his hands on your hips and your head on his chest as you swayed to the live music his mother insisted on for your reception. The gleam of your ring under the flashing light reminds him of that night— laying you down in the bed you’ve shared for four years now, how the lamp shone directly onto the gold, letting him know you were officially a Gucci. His wife.

You pull away from his kiss, pressing a hand against his chest with a smile. “lead the way.” you tell him, eager to slip away from the conversations you’ve had to be keeping up on. His hand, large and heavy, wraps around yours. He can feel your fingers twist and tangle into his, something you’ve always done. Ever since that fateful meeting. You’d hold his hand so tightly, let him know you weren’t going anywhere. He brings your hand to his lips as he places both his glass and yours down on an empty tray. He kisses your skin gently, using his free hand to push the door open. His mother and father spot your departure and he just gives them a subtle wave. He’s getting the night with his wife whether anyone likes it or not.

It’s not a long walk, back to your apartment. But Maurizio slips his jacket off and wraps it around your shoulders just as he had so many times before. Your heels are the next thing to leave and he reaches for them, holding them in the opposite hand he’s holding yours in. “Have fun tonight?” he asks softly.

And the truth was, yes. You did have a nice time, believe it or not. You watched Maurizio mingle with those he hasn’t seen in years. Watched him light up because of jokes, smile at ideas he hadn’t thought of, and get praised by others. You watched deep blushes set in on his cheeks at times, you saw him even hug his father. “Yeah, I had a nice time.” You admit, savoring the details for yourself. He doesn’t need to know just how closely you have been watching him tonight, he might as well have an idea already with how closely he was watching you. “We should do it again sometime.” That causes a laugh to rumble out of Maurizio’s chest. “Oh, come on Mau. It wasn’t that bad!” You laugh at yourself. Maurizio had never enjoyed these kinds of things.

Maurizio makes quick work of letting you into your home, flipping the first light switch by the door. “Let’s take a bath?” He suggests. You watch as he disappears into the bedroom off the hall, untying his tie. The ruffling of clothes followed by the sound of the tub in the master bathroom filling up. There’s a large garden tub in there, fortunately big enough for you and Maurizio. And maybe that’s exactly how Mau loves to unwind after these kinds of things. Loves soaking in the hot water, relieving all the tension in his sore muscles— as he holds you close and thanks the moon for bringing you to him.

You’re quick to discard the jacket from your shoulders, leaving it in a messy pile of fabric at the end of your sofa. When you enter your bedroom, the master bathroom door is open wide and you can see Maurizio bent over the side of the tub to adjust the temperature of the water. You let your dress fall from your body. It again, forms a small pile at the end of your bed, just as the jacket had. You smile lovingly, Maurizio has a heart of gold. Just for you. Your underwear forms another small pile at the entrance of the bathroom, your arms wrapping around his waist from behind. His hand covers where yours are locked in place and he smiles, letting you lean against his back. He loves these moments with you more than anything, the ones he can just relax into and not have to worry about the world around you. He stands up straight once the bath has settled in fully, bubbles climbing up the sides of the tub. He’s turning, pulling you into his arms. He smiles down at you, glasses still perched high on your nose. “Four years of loving you and my feelings have never changed.”

You can feel yourself growing hot, unsure if it’s from Maurizio sharing his sentiments or just how exposed you are in front of him while he’s standing in his boxers and t-shirt. His arms tighten his grip around your waist and you sigh lovingly, leaning into his chest. “Mine have never changed either, amore.”

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justagirlwholikesadam · 1 year

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Mostly all my fanfic are NSFW and are for mature readers. Please check the tags before reading. Have fun reading these and stay safe! - L

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ajthefujoshi · 2 months

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Me reblogging the story before reading them because you know they're gonna be good from your fave authors.

Tags and hastags will be updated from time to time. 🤣

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sacklerscumrag · 2 years

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Per Favore

Part 1 of 2

Maurizio Gucci (HOG) X Female Reader

Notes: I know I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in months also I'm sorry if this sucks because it probably does lmao but I'm starting to get back into this whole writing thing so here's a little Mau blurb.

Warnings: smut, some dry humping, virgin!Mau, just my perverted mind going nuts

Word Count: A little over 1K

The sunlight flickered through the paneled walls hung with what you assumed were expensive tapestries, your eyes trained on where Maurizio's hand had engulfed yours as you made your way through the grand hallways of the estate. Every corner of the embellished home captivated your attention along the way until he made his stop at a large door.

"In here" He led you inside a quaint room adorned with the finest art and the most stunning antique sofa and table with a delicate gold trimming sitting in the center of the space. "Would you like a drink?" You nodded as he walked over to the bar cart, humming lowly to himself as he poured both cocktails.

After dating the man for nearly two months and showing no signs of wanting to take you home, you were starting to lose all hope when he took you by surprise and suggested having a drink over at his place tonight.

Maurizio brought your drinks over and set them on the glass table before you. He took a seat on the sofa, beckoning you to sit. You strolled over to him, settling in the space beside him, your knees barely grazing past one another, making your breath hitch.

"Thank you." He nodded politely towards you and took a sip of his drink. You could tell he was tense, hands squirming with the glass.

"Sei bellissima stasera." Maurizio spoke delicately as his eyes darted across your body.

"What does that mean?"

"It means you look beautiful tonight."

"Thank you." You looked down at your lap, hiding the heat surely rising to your face at his praise. "How do you say 'I want to kiss you'?" You bit your lip as Maurizio grinned before he realized what you meant.

"Voglio baciarti." Maurizio almost whispered before he swallowed hard. Your eyes flickered between his hypnotizing blue-rimmed eyes and the plump lips framing his exquisite face. Heat bloomed in your chest as you inched closer; the scent of his expensive cologne was intoxicating, drawing you in. Maurizio moved his hand to push a strand of hair behind your ear and cup your face tenderly in his palm as he leaned into you. Your lips parted at the feeling of his warm skin on yours for the first time, and you felt his lips press on yours, claiming your mouth, starving and eager to taste you. You decided to let the liquid courage rushing through you take over and scooted as close to him as you could before swinging your leg over and straddling his lap.

"Tesoro.." Maurizio broke away from the kiss for a moment, practically mewling at the sight of your chest pressed against his. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands cautiously landed at your sides, lightly caressing the delicate skin of your thighs while pushing your dress higher with every knead. He could no longer help himself as he pulled you back in and smashed his lips against yours. Your bodies were flush with one another, breathing heavily as you welcomed his embrace once again. Your fingers carded through his smooth locks while you experimentally rolled your hips against his, drawing a stifled groan from him. The steady rise of his cock nudged firmly against the swell of your clit, causing you to whine into his mouth.

"Amore...please." Maurizio panted against your lips, chest heaving from having you ground down so deliciously against his cock. You continued to press your clothed sex against him, entranced by how each stroke further ignited the fire within you. His lips continued to move lower along your neckline, biting and sucking at the supple flesh of your tits spilling over your dress as he cupped your ass in a frantic attempt to press you closer to him. Your movements had him feverishly bucking his hips towards your heat, desperately needing to feel more of you on him.

As Maurizio nuzzled into your neck, the sight of the slightly open door pulled you from your haze. Anyone could walk in at any second. But you couldn't stop. Not now. Not when you had this captivating, powerful man withering away into a blubbering mewling mess right under you. You snapped back into it when you felt him pull your straps and top of your dress down, exposing your tits to him. Large palms began to knead them, pinching one already stiff nipple while his mouth worked on the other. His hips bucked towards yours, desperate for any friction you were willing to give him while he placed wet kisses on every piece of skin he could get to. Your moans echoed off the far walls of the room, unable to regain control of yourself once he began to roll his hips in sync with yours. His rock-hard cock hitting your clit every time had the both of you desperate for release.

You felt the wetness seeping on your inner thigh as he guided your hips to slide along his rock-hard shaft.

"Amore mio.." Maurizio choked back a moan, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to gather his thoughts. "I'm close, baby." You nodded, picking up your pace while his lips went back to tasting your skin. The sensation of his hands roaming your body and your swollen clit, getting precisely the pressure and friction it needed, had you coming without warning. Soft heat flushed through your veins as the orgasm washed over you. Maurizio's lips never left yours, swallowing each other's whimpers and guiding your hips to ride out the remnants of your orgasms.

Maurizio cradled your face in his large hands, the icy feeling of his Gucci pinky ring making you shiver against his touch. His eyes were still burning with lust as he pulled himself from the kiss and glanced up at you. His face flushed and lips swollen. Your eyes diverted to where you had been grinding on his lap; his seed had seeped through his finely pressed pants, making you bite down on your lower lip with a smirk. Maurizio took your chin between his thumb and forefinger to bring your gaze back to him. A smile grazed his face; you could drown in every single dimple that appeared as it spread. Your hand traveled towards the Gucci belt wrapped around his hips to unbuckle it before he stopped you.

"Tesoro, I have something to tell you......" You glanced down at him softly, urging him to continue. "I'm..a virgin."

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tropicalchiaa · 1 year

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Him 7

Maurizio Gucci x Reader

The decision and the chaos that came with it

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6

Trigger Warning there is some violence in this chapter (not against the reader) so proceed with caution.

After that day Maurizio proved himself as a co-parent and a friend. But it was not easy with him divorcing his wife In your head, when he was legally single it would mean more to build a romantic relationship.It was the weeks leading up to your birth date when he again asked you to move in with him, insisting this was in the best interest of co-parenting. It definitely would be easier for the first few months with the baby but you were still hesitant fighting him every time the topic was brought up.

“ Y/N if you move in then I will always be there to help you with the baby right away rather than having to wait for me to arrive.” Maurizio said, trying to convince you to move in.

“What about the nursery I spent so long getting together, all the stuff in my place, and my view from my penthouse?” Y/N says making up any excuses of why not to move in, scared about the type of commitment this was.

“You do know that you made us buy duplicates of everything so that wherever the baby was they would have all the same things?” Maurizio said, rolling his eyes as he realizes you are trying to use any excuse at this point.

“Oh I forgot about that, but since you brought it up, all that stuff would go to waste,” you say pouting with the best puppy eyes you could muster up.

Having enough of this conversation he admits defeat for today barking, “It will be better for the baby and you know that, so I'm giving you till the end of the week to decide.” Maurizio says getting up from the kitchen counter and slamming your door on his way out, leaving you in your thoughts.

“Ugh why am I fighting this, I want to live with him and be a family but there is something holding me back. It's not like I have to give up my penthouse, I will always have it, it's not that I don't want to be in a relationship, because he treats me like I hang the stars in the sky and it’s not because of his almost ex wife, because she is dead to him.” And like an intrusive thought, you finally face the real reason why you don’t want to move in. You are scared of relying on someone else and to trust that they have pure intentions. Your family and friends are the only ones who have given you support like this and to trust a man that is essentially only your baby daddy is scaring you shit-less. You think if it doesn't work out then you are co-parenting separately or worse case scenario alone, which you had planned for most of this pregnancy. But your mind wanders to the good that could happen. You could fall deeper in love with Maurizio and maybe end up married with more kids growing old together on the italian countryside.

But you couldn't keep yourself from that just because of a built up fear. So you decided to go to his penthouse and apologize, be honest about your fears, and accept his invitation. Bundling up for the fall chill, you hop into your town car and head to Maurizio’s unannounced.

Arriving you say hello to the door man and make your way up the elevator, letting yourself in with your key he had given you. Just as you were about to shout and see where he was you heard raised voices arguing in the den. And as quietly as a 8 month pregnant woman can, you creep over to see what was happening, letting your nosiness get the best of you. But the scene in front of you shocked you into confusion, not expecting to see Patrizia on her knees begging Maurizio to take her back.

“I will forgive you and even love that bastard child. Just come back now”, she grovels at his feet. Looking unamused Maurizio says, “Stop this, I only allowed you in because you promised you would say your final requests so we can be done with this mess. We are never getting back together and you are impeding me from starting my life with Y/N. The second our divorce is finalized I'm taking the ring I have for Y/N and proposing. Her and my children are the only things that matter and you need to come to terms with that.” Maurizio shrugs her off and turns his back to her as he goes to the bar to pour himself a drink. And as if a demon had possessed her Patrizia, reaches in her bag, pulls out a kitchen knife, and charges in his direction screaming like a rabid animal.

Everything was moving in slow motion as her first stab wound landed on his shoulder but after the second stab slashed his forearm Y/N pulled out her revolver from her bag and announced her presence with a loud “BITCH, drop the knife.” and although she was shaking she held her hard face that halts Patrizia’s movements, allowing Maurizio to stumble away but not being able to get very far before he collapses. Patriza was still for a second longer before lunging at Y/N screaming “YOU RUINED MY LIFE” and before she could take another step, Y/N shot Patrizia in the leg immobilizing her and allowing the knife to slide away from her hand. Quickly kicking it farther, you reach for the phone to call 911 with the gun still pointed at Patrizia.

When the police confirm they are on the way you check in on Maurizio to see if he is seriously hurt. Smacking him awake, he responds with a groan making you release a sigh of relief.

“Maurizio, stay awake for me honey, help is on the way.” You say applying pressure to his wound to help slow down the bleeding. “Y/N baby what are you doing here, it’s not safe for you to be here” he panics not realizing you are the one who stopped Patrizia

“It’s okay Maurizio calm down Patrizia is subdued.” You say trying to make him stay still so he doesn’t further stress his body

“Oh this isn’t over yet you slut” Patrizia says trying to get up. “Move an inch and both legs will have a bullet through them” you warn her keeping her in place.

Finally after what seems like an eternity the police and paramedics arrive taking care of both of them and taking down your account of what happened. Quickly recounting the scene you walked in on and why you were there, they thanked you for talking with them and insisting that you should go with Maurizio to the hospital and that they will contact you if they need anything else.

The chaos that was going on in the ambulance distracted you from the slight cramps you were feeling in your abdomen. Then the 4 hours you were waiting in the hospital waiting room felt like years as you chastised yourself for being so stubborn and not agreeing to live with Maurizio and maybe being there to prevent all of this. As you were about to enter your 7,000th guilt ridden thoughts you heard your name being called by a nurse, causing you to snap your head up and scramble towards the door.

As you walk to his room you barely hear anything the nurse says, just ready to see and make sure Maurizio is okay. Finally arriving you see a groggy Maurizio taking in his surroundings barely paying any mind to the doctor who was tracking how he was doing.

“Maurizio”you say, breaking him out of his trance quickly making your way over as he says a quiet “Y/N” trying his best to get up but not being able to. You quickly nudge him back down and take in his appearance making sure he is truly okay before smashing yourself into him finally allowing yourself to cry.

“Y/n baby I’m okay, just a little banged up but because of you I’m here” Maurizio says as he does his best to comfort you with his least injured arm. “You don’t understand how scared I was, thinking you would die before you could meet our son or before I could tell you I love you too” Y/N says through tears. “Is it the meds or did you just say you loved me”, Maurizio says unsure if he heard her correctly “I love you Maurizio and I have but I am scared of all the things that come with loving you, " you say sitting up and staring him in the eye.

Maurizio’s eyes light up like he won the lottery saying ,”FINALLY! I promise every fear you have will be erased just believe in me and come give me a kiss princess! Maurizio says overcome with uncontrollable joy.

Leaning in you engage in a deep kiss, breaking it to say, “I hope you know you are moving into my penthouse, yours is kinda tainted”, replaying the events that happened hours prior in your head. With a light chuckle and eye roll Maurizio says, “Whatever you say princess”, happily bringing you back into a lip lock.

Okay I’m trying to finish this story because the cliff hanger I left y’all on for a year plus was so wrong. Also he will not be dying in this story🤷🏾‍♀️ but next chapter should be the last.

#maurizio gucci x reader #adcu #adcu fanfiction #black reader #poc reader #house of gucci #tw violence

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prince-kyloren · 2 years

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Send me requests for headcanons! I’ll try to work on them throughout the day!

Any characters I write for!

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ohsolonelyghosts · 2 years

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Hey everyone! I know I’ve been on hiatus for a second, but with me getting a four day break, I’m going to be writing my little butt off :)

Feel free to send in those requests!

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depressedbagpipe · 1 year

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Ka-Chaow (Charles Leclerc x female!reader)

Chapter two

Words: 3902 Warnings: google-translated italian, more mentions of alcohol, poor writing, me not knowing how the ferrari factory works A/N: alright so this has been long overdue so i apologize for that. also, i haven't been to maranello so everything i mention is basically from google maps. everything about the publishing industry i got from a random blog so just to be safe, don't trust anything i say about it ♥️ A/N (II): italics are phone calls, bold and italics are messages, just bold is the location, and (parenthesis) the translation for the Italian ;) Taglist: @heavengirls111, @roseamongthorns13, @mishaandthebrits, @charlesswife, @silscintilla

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Chapter two

Maranello, December 2nd, 2022

‘Wait, wait, wait, so then you’re attending the races?’

‘Yep.’

‘And you’re getting double passes if you ask for them?’

‘Affirmative.’

‘And you know you’re my favorite daughter?’

‘I’m your only daughter.’

‘Still.’

‘I’ll take you to Monaco.’

‘Dio, ti amo.’ (God, I love you)

‘Of course, you do,’ I giggled at my dad.

‘And how’s the trip so far?’

‘It’s… fine, I guess,’ I cringed, looking out the window.

The only sight I could catch from my balcony was the Ferrari factory in the distance, and the hotel’s parking lot on the other side. The views I had caught from the car ride from Bologna’s airport had been beautiful, but we hadn’t had any time to stop to look around.

‘Just fine?’ my dad wondered.

‘It’s not a holiday, papà, I’m technically working,’ I said with a sigh.

I walked back and dropped on my bed, staring at the fancy ceiling of my hotel room. Although the flight to Bologna had been short, the lunch with Maurizio Arrivabene had been exhausting. Too many bottles of wine and too little discussion about the job, besides the promise of all the paddock access we wanted, as well as the finest wine bottles per Mr. Williamson’s request.

‘Still, you’re going to the track tomorrow, right?’ my dad asked again.

I moved my phone to my other ear, gently rubbing the sore nub after almost an hour of my dad’s nonstop gushing.

‘Yeah.’

‘What time?’

‘We get there at 11 am, I think. I don’t know if the tour will be before or after the meeting with the execs, though,’ I bit my lip, checking the time on my wristwatch.

‘Mio dio, everything is so early here compared to home,’ my dad groaned, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. (My God)

‘Well, not my fault you moved to London for love,’ I answered back.

‘Now you have to move to Italy in return so that we can complete the circle.’

‘Dad!’ I laughed loudly, despite my hand covering my mouth. It was a bit early in the evening, but I knew several guests at the hotel would not appreciate my yelling. ‘Alright, I’ll take you up on that.’

‘You better, chicken pie.’

‘Anyways, I think I’m gonna go. I’m actually exhausted.’

‘Too many emotions today?’

‘Yeah, and I gotta be up early for tomorrow.’

‘Wasn’t the meeting at 11 am?’

I frowned. ‘Yeah. But I still need to finish editing a couple of manuscripts. Do you happen to know anything about the types and uses of the cross symbol in Ethiopian religion?’

My dad took a couple of seconds to answer. ‘... No?’

‘Yeah, me either. Gotta learn a bunch of stuff for tomorrow.’

‘Well, call me when you know something.’

‘Will do,’ I laughed softly. ‘Buona notte, papà. Ti amo.’ (Goodnight, Dad, I love you.)

‘Ti amo di più, Principessa,’ with that, our conversation ended. (I love you more, princess.)

I stayed sprawled on my bed after throwing my phone on the comforter, closing my eyes for a few seconds. I knew I still had to unpack some clothes for tomorrow, recharge my laptop and work on the manuscripts, order dinner, make sure Mr. Williamson got the entire schedule right for the rest of the trip, eat dinner, and get a decent amount of sleep for the following day’s events. Despite my nerves, exhaustion was getting the best of me, and as soon as I felt myself drifting off, I willed my eyelids to open and my legs to move, standing up with a groan at my tired muscles.

A couple of hours later I was already in bed, my fingers expertly typing away while my eyes begged me to finally close them and sleep. My laptop felt hot on my legs even over the sheets, but I couldn’t stop. Deadlines were approaching, and even though I willingly signed up for the trip, I still found the huge workload that still needed to be done frankly overwhelming, especially since I was working double during Mr. Williamson’s secret and unauthorized gap year. With a sigh, I kept typing until my eyes closed on their own accord.

I didn’t even know at what time I fell asleep. It only felt like a few minutes until my phone was blasting the alarm as loud as possible. I carelessly reached for it with my eyes closed, hoping my fingers would find it early enough to turn the horrible sound off, but I only managed to slightly push the laptop away. Opening my eyes in a panic, I sighed in relief when I found no crack on the screen, the object still on my bed and not broken on the floor, but the alarm kept going, and not only that, but the hotel phone on my bedside table was also now ringing loudly.

Despite feeling like crying at that very moment, for not only was I not a morning person, but the extreme trauma of waking up mixed with the incessant noise coming from both sides of my bed was enough to almost send me into cardiac arrest. Grabbing my phone and quickly pressing the orange alert, I answered the call.

‘Hello?’ I asked, a yawn escaping my lips as I waited for the answer.

‘Good morning, Miss, this is Francesco speaking, from the front desk. Yesterday you asked us to please wake you up at 7 am,’ the worker spoke in perfect English.

I frowned, not remembering at all having done that, but then again, I didn’t remember most of the evening once I tried to recall how I fell asleep.

‘Oh, grazie, Francesco,’ I replied with another yawn. (Thank you.)

‘Would you like to have your complimentary breakfast sent to your room?’

I paused, enjoying the sound of that. ‘Sure, why not. What were the options, then?’

And that’s how I found myself having breakfast on the balcony, overlooking the blue horizon thanks to the lack of tall buildings around the hotel. I certainly missed the sky back in my London apartment, and it almost felt weird to have the sun shining so brightly on me so late in the year, but nonetheless, it brought some color to my cheeks as I feasted on the delicious biscuits I was offered. I allowed myself to calm down and enjoy the food, forgetting about my job and the likely still sleeping Mr. Williamson on the other side of the wall. As I waited for the breakfast to be brought, I had already taken a shower and gotten ready for the day and was simply enjoying the rather quiet life that the hotel’s location could offer. I did miss the people and the nightlife, but I already got a lot of it in London.

Taking slow sips of my coffee, I finally got my phone out. I took a couple of pictures to send my mom, knowing she would be calling me in no time to check up on me and make sure I hadn’t caught a bug while I slept. Switching to Instagram, Alec’s face was the first thing that showed up. He had posted a video singing a new song, but I couldn’t will myself to listen to it just yet. His music was what brought us together in the first place, and for weeks I hadn’t been able to listen to his voice again. It was just too painful.

‘Did you listen to his new song?’ I quickly texted Angela.

‘You won’t like it, though,’ she quickly responded.

I bit my lip. ‘Is it about me?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Is it bad?’ my fingers trembled slightly as I typed, suddenly feeling nervous.

‘I mean, it’s not good.’

‘You’re so helpful,’ I groaned, shivering slightly all of a sudden.

A cloud had passed directly over the sun, taking the warmth with it. I stood up and walked back inside.

‘Text me when you listen to it. But wait until you’re back in London.’

‘Why?’

‘Don’t let it ruin your trip.’

‘Alright,’ I sighed and ended the conversation.

I shook my arms slightly, trying to find some physical way to let go of those thoughts, and swiftly got my laptop and sat down on the small desk by the window, and typed away my anxiety.

I wasn’t a big fan of editing manuscripts, especially those about subjects I completely abhorred, but in the grand scheme of things, it somehow helped to leave my mind completely blank, making the time pass by even faster.

Before I knew it, it was 9:45 am. Another alarm went off, and with a final sigh, I saved my progress, put on some shoes, and left my room, only to go to the next door and promptly open the door with Mr. Williamson’s extra card.

The sight did not surprise me in the slightest. He was still fast asleep on his bed, with the covers half-dangling from the sides and the mini bar half-empty. The room was completely dark save for the light coming from the open door.

I had to take a big deep breath before closing the door behind me and walking decisively towards the blinds, opening them wide, as well as his own balcony’s door, not even caring that the cold and wind could potentially make him sick. I was beyond the point of caring about his health when he clearly didn’t care about his.

‘Rise and shine, Stephen,’ I clapped loudly.

Mr. Williamson woke up with a start, groaning loudly.

‘It’s too early,’ he mumbled, flipping on the bed and pulling the covers over his head.

‘Hell, no,’ I said, grabbing the sheets and pulling them off from his body completely. ‘You’ve got an hour before the car arrives, so chop chop!’ I said as I opened his suitcase and started taking his belongings out, looking for some decent clothes.

The night before coming to Italy, I had forced him to send me a picture of his luggage, knowing that, if it were up to him, he would show up in Crocs and Bermudas. It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had a meeting with him dressed like that.

Thankfully, Mr. Williamson listened to me and sat down in bed, still half-asleep, but at least I could work with that. I threw him his toilet bag.

‘Take a shower, God, you stink,’ I complained, grabbing him from one of his arms and pulling him up.

I slightly pushed him in the direction of the bathroom, and he followed without another word.

‘If you don’t come out in ten minutes, I’m getting in. And I’ll bring my phone!’ I warned him, hoping the warning would be enough for me not to see him naked.

‘Jesus, you sound like my wife,’ he mumbled just before closing the door behind him.

I looked around his room, and opted for taking the remaining alcohol from the mini bar with me, just to be safe. Even though the bottles were tiny, I didn’t trust my boss to somehow get wasted. I wasn’t about to risk my job and my career, especially in a foreign country. Out of habit, I checked my emails again, hoping to see Rosanna’s name somewhere with a publishing vacancy, but as usual, no new emails had been sent since that morning.

My feet moved by themselves across Mr. Williamson’s room, putting his clothes on the bed, and even going as far as to call some room service for him. I was hoping the sleep and the shower would sober him up because I was anxious as hell about the meeting.

Not only was I a huge sports car fan, but the fact that we had been invited by Piero Ferrari himself to visit the factory, which I could now see from my room, and talk to all those developers who worked there with the same passion my father and I had, was completely mind-blowing. And I didn’t want anything to screw it up.

—

‘So that’s our proposal. Ink’n’Paper and Scuderia Ferrari, together, writing about the history and fame of our car. And we want you, Stephen, to write it,’ Benedetto Vigna finished his speech with a looming voice, staring directly at my boss with a light smirk.

Ferrari’s own CEO had welcomed us into the factory, walking us through the many impressive facilities, and showing us every detail of the place. To say I was awestruck would be an understatement. The museum was absolutely incredible, and the curators had even allowed me to take dozens of videos to send to my dad, which I knew was probably screaming and crying at the sight of them.

The meeting had started an hour later under the pretext of getting down to business as soon as possible and with the promise of trying the Driving Simulator after lunch.

‘Well, certainly, I can’t say that I didn’t see this coming,’ Mr. Williamson replied, taking his glasses off. ‘And how were you thinking about doing this, Benedetto?’

‘We had a couple of ideas in mind, but I think it’ll be easier right now if you stay in Monaco with the team.’

‘Monaco?’ I blurted. ‘Sorry,’ I apologized in embarrassment, but thankfully Mr. Vigna didn’t seem to care.

‘It’s alright. No, we’re opening a new office in Monaco for the new season, and given that it’s certainly closer to Maranello than London, we think that the writing would be faster.’

‘What deadlines are we talking about here, then?’ Mr. Williamson asked.

Not an ounce of alcohol was in his system, at least that I knew of, and he was magically back to being the professional editor I had known him to be what felt like an eternity ago.

Mr. Vigna looked at his colleagues, all of them nodding amongst themselves. ‘Hopefully, we could have it by the winter break. You know, from a marketing point of view, every Ferrari fan out there would be definitely getting it for Christmas.’

Mr. Williamson took a sip of his espresso, carefully considering his options. Then, he looked at me. ‘What do you think?’

I widened my eyes. ‘Me?’

He nodded. ‘Yeah, you. You also work here, I want to know what you think.’

Any thought left my mind as soon as he said those words. Despite being used to taking over his meetings due to his many inebriated states, I was feeling rather intimidated by the situation. And, unlike Mr. Williamson, I had never published anything before.

‘Well, uh, technically December is a bit of a dead zone in the publishing industry.’

I spoke with a low voice, feeling anxious about debunking Mr. Vigna’s theory.

‘Is that so?’ he asked, but his tone was more curious than annoyed.

That only encouraged me further. ‘Yeah. It’s usually September when we get all the workload. December kinds of get those less-interesting manuscripts from the bottom of the submissions box, and many workers just leave on vacation. We usually just… publish more volumes of the already best-selling ones, because those are the ones that get sold. The marketing would have to be insane if we want this book to make figures on Christmas.’

My comment was met with utter silence. I stared at all the people in the room, silently hoping for someone to talk because the embarrassment was already too high.

Mr. Williamson gratefully came to my aid, as weird as it sounded.

‘She’s right,’ he said, taking one final sip. ‘Either we push the deadline forward to September, or we spend a couple of millions on the marketing.’

Mr. Vigna seemed to consider our words after that. ‘Right, I certainly didn’t know that. Won’t September be too much of a short time for you?’ he looked back at Mr. Williamson, who quickly shook his head.

‘I don’t see why it’d be a problem. As long as we start as early as possible and are provided with all the materials we need…’ he looked up in deep thought.

‘And what do you need?’ one of the women at the other end of the desk spoke, pen already in hand, waiting to write anything down.

‘Certainly, we need access to any source of information about Ferrari. Whether is it the cars, the history, even the drivers, literally anything with the word “Ferrari” in it,’ he spoke. ‘Now, I got a tight schedule when writing biographies, and I need at least two months just to do the research. After that, the writing comes smoothly.’

‘Don’t forget the editing…’ I whispered loud enough for him to hear.

He waved me off. ‘It will take some time, though. You know I’m not that much of a Formula 1 enthusiast. I much rather prefer cricket,’ he said, standing up from his chair and buttoning his shirt.

With his clean suit and combed hair, he looked unrecognizable from the man I had found in his bed that morning. He looked put-together for the first time in months, and it brought me back to the first meetings of my internship, where everything he did was graceful and calculated. I felt oddly safe for the first time in months, knowing that, no matter how the meeting went, I had Mr. Williamson to guide us through the rubble and exit the building with an even straighter back and untouched dignity. I so wished every day at work felt the same.

‘But my assistant over here is, in fact, a remarkable connoisseur of the sport. What did you call it? Tifosi?’ he quickly looked at me, looking for confirmation. ‘She’s half Italian, in fact. I might have to delegate some of the work to her.’

I widened my eyes even more, his words leaving a huge pit in my stomach. My head felt suddenly numb, and my pulse increased as I recited his intentions.

‘In that case, Stephen, if you trust her to do the job, so do we. Obviously, if she agrees.’

I felt more eyes on me, and I gulped. I nodded slowly. ‘Yeah, I do.’

Benedetto Vigna smiled and brought his palms together. ‘Great! I’m sure you’ll be fine in Monaco,’ he stood up from his chair, signaling everybody to do the same.

Mr. Williamson offered me his arm, given I was still in shock at Mr. Vigna’s words. Everybody started filing out.

‘Wait, what?’ I asked no one in particular.

‘I guess you’re going to Monaco,’ Mr. Williamson said as he lightly pushed me out of the room, pretty much in the same way I had done that morning to get him in the shower.

‘But… what about work?’

He frowned at me. ‘This is work.’

I didn’t have time to reply, for Mr. Vigna’s loud voice reverberated around the hall.

‘Now, I believed I promised you lunch and a Fiorano tour. Oh, and the Driving Simulator, too.’

—

Despite being a huge Formula 1 fan, I had never been to a race track. The only person I really wanted to attend a race with was my dad, and he was always a bit too busy, and the tickets were always a bit too expensive. Not coming from a large income family had definitely shut a few dreams down, hence why I had immediately started crying at the sight of the Fiorano track, where Ferrari tested their cars. Even though it was empty, the sheer sight of the huge lane was enough to bring tears to my eyes. Thankfully, the sun was shining down on us, and my eyes were hidden by my sunglasses, but I knew my face would soon become a bit too red for other people to notice.

Lunch had been fine, yet I was still thinking about Mr. Vigna’s words. Not only was I part of the project, but I had also been tasked with recollecting all information about the red Scuderia and its cars and history, all of it while I lived by myself in Monaco. I was dreading the conversation with my parents, knowing my mom would definitely not approve, as well as the high chances of me getting homesick as soon as I arrived at the small principality.

But then again, maybe getting some time away from my life in London would do me good. Away from work, and Mr. Williamson, and Alec. I didn’t want to be the type of person that fled the country when they broke up with their partner, but I also knew that distance was my biggest ally at the time. I wasn’t completely sure how Mr. Williamson was gonna manage on his own while I lived elsewhere, but the thought of a quiet life for a few months in the quaint country was becoming more appealing by the second.

I completely tuned out Mr. Vigna’s speech about the dimensions and characteristics of the track (not that I needed them, my father had made sure from a young age that I knew my blood was Ferrari red and Tifosi my middle name, although it certainly never was and it got us a very weird meeting with my elementary school headmaster after having written Tifosi as my middle name on several exams). If I had been paying more attention, I certainly would’ve noticed two familiar figures dressed in red polos walking toward us.

‘Charles! Carlos! Che bello che sei venuto!’ Mr. Vigna signaled the two men forward, and they quickly introduced themselves. (How nice that you came!)

‘¡Hola! Sono Carlos,’ Carlos Sainz Jr. extended his hand towards Mr. Williamson. (Hi! I’m Carlos.)

‘Nice to meet you,’ replied my boss, shaking his hand.

‘Hi,’ I smiled at him, trying to contain the excitement.

‘Hello,’ he gave me two kisses on both cheeks, and I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my lips.

‘Sorry, I’m a big fan,’ my face felt even warmer, but I still didn’t take my sunglasses off, the big black crystals at least hiding part of my cheeks.

Carlos laughed. ‘It’s alright, usually everyone that comes to Fiorano is,’ he winked, and moved aside.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t have favorites. I would also be lying if I said Charles Leclerc wasn’t one of them.

The slightly taller man stood right in front of me, smiling brightly. His head blocked the sun, allowing me to look at him in more detail as the rays fell around him, giving him an even bigger heavenly glow.

‘Ciao, I’m Charles,’ he too pressed two soft kisses on my cheeks, and I swear my heart stopped for a second when he came closer. (Hi.)

I took off my glasses and quickly introduced myself, hoping I didn’t sound like a lunatic gushing over her biggest celebrity crush standing right in front of her.

‘Ragazzi, l'intervistatore vi sta aspettando,’ a shorter woman came up behind the two drivers with a stressed look on her face. (Guys, the interviewer’s waiting for you.)

I frowned slightly, having the meeting cut short, but in hindsight, my heart was beating loudly in my ribcage out of nerves, and I didn’t want to make an even bigger fool of myself by standing there completely starstruck.

They sadly left our group with a warm goodbye, and the rest of the day passed in a blur.

Next thing I knew, I was on my bed, staring at the ceiling, failing to fall asleep due to the image of a pair of green eyes glistening in the sun embedded in my mind.

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Babysitter of Gucci

Summary: You work for Signore Maurizio Gucci as his babysitter. Not many can handle this job. Headcanon on a few things you do as the babysitter

Babysitting for Maurizio Gucci means not everyone can handle this job. That's what Maurizio tells you before he's deep inside of you.

Every time you visit him in his office with the girls. He asks the receptionist to take the girls and show them the fish tank a few floor down from his office. As soon as his receptionist closes his office door. He has you bend over his desk. He's happy when he lifts your skirt to see you bare slit.

The receptionist Crystal, is telling the girls fun facts about the fishes while Maurizio is pounding you from behind upstairs.

“Just like that, mia dolce ragazza.” He groans as he slams his cock deep into your pussy.

In the heat of the moment Maurizio pushed the paperwork he’s been working on all morning to the ground. You were about to get it when he told you, “Your pussy is more important.”

“Faster..please..” He hears you cry out. Maurizio grabs the bottom of your skirt, bunching it up in his fist and pulls it as for leverage. He enjoys the sight of your tight pussy being split open by his cock.

“I’ll give it to you faster.” He tells you as he pulls your hair with his other hand.

The receptionist Crystal, turns red when she hears her boss groaning and the sound of skin slapping together. It's been almost 40 minutes. She quickly takes the girls downstairs when she hears you crying out.

“Love this pussy, amore mio.” He whispers to you as he cums inside of you.

Babysitting for Maurizio Gucci means a lot of time on your knees and riding.

He likes having his cock in your mouth while he's working.

The sight of your pretty face between his legs under his desk with a mouth full of cock makes him so hard.

The sound of you gagging on his fat cock makes him moan.

Slurping sound you make while deep throating him makes him whine as his balls tighten up.

After putting the girls to sleep, Maurizio will wait for you in the living room. He is sitting on the couch as he's watching tv. He hears your footsteps echoing as you make your way towards him.

As you enter the living room, you're already on your hands and knees crawling to him.

Maurizio hums when you go between his legs. He gives your cheek a gentle pinch when undoing his belt. Maurizio feels his glasses sliding off his nose when he puts his belt around your neck.

He moans when you start to suck him off, he pulls the belt making you whine as you start to bob your head up and down quicker, taking him deeper in your throat.

When Maurizio sees the discomfort on your flushed face when you have been on the floor for a while. He pulls the belt and makes you stand up to go on his lap.

He calls you his little whore in German, his mother tongue while riding him and it makes your pussy drool.

Someday it would be slow and steady when riding on his cock. Other times he will have you wailing as he makes you ride his cock fast. You would be in tears and your tits are bouncing fast as he rams up inside of you.

The sight of you bouncing on his cock makes him see stars. His beige Gucci pantsuit is soaked from your sopping pussy.

You can't help but cry out when Maurizio pulls you down on his lap and starts fucking you like crazy underneath you. You just let him use you as a personal cock sleeve.

Maurizio is nice enough to let you hump him as you wrap your arms around his neck. He kisses you on your lips and praises you while humping against him trying to finish yourself off. He likes watching you make yourself cum.

“That's right, use this dick. This dick is yours.” He tells you.

His cum drips out of your pussy onto his work pants while you're humping him. When you finally get to your reach, Maurizio is ready for round 4.

Babysitting for Maurizio Gucci means a lot of time on your back.

He told you multiple times that he likes having you on his bed especially on your back. Something so sinfully like fucking you in the bed he once shared his ex wife made him hard.

He likes having your legs over his broad shoulders when thrusting inside of you. He loves the sight below; your pussy is so snug around his fat cock. Your juices running down his cock to his balls. He holds on to your legs when starts to see you creaming around his cock.

Maurizio has a lot of meetings to attend too. So, whenever you're around he asks for a car instead of his bicycle. Being the gentleman he is, Maurizio opens the car door for you. He has you laid on your back on the leather back seats of the car.

The chauffeur doesn't say a word when he hears your moans and the loud squelching sounds coming from your pussy.

Maurizio gives you a kiss on top of your head when the car arrives to it's destination. He leaves you in the backseat out of breath and pussy filled with cum.

As the door shuts behind him, you take the blanket he has packed for you. You wince as your wet skin sticks to the leather seats. You settled yourself in the backseat with the blanket.

You wake a few hours later to see Maurizio already in the car. You shifted a little and realized he had placed your head on his lap. You hummed at the touch of his fingers playing with your hair. You look up to see him giving you a small smile then looking out the window as he continues to play with your hair.

Babysitting for Maurizio Gucci means you are only babysitting for him.

Maurizio is a smart guy, he was learning to become a lawyer before taking over the family’s business. He knew he was smart but he couldn’t understand, why the fuck you were smiling at the waiter. He had invited you to a fancy restaurant. He had to get up and answer a call about something for work.

You smiled at him and told him you’ll wait patiently for him. Maurizio gives you a wink and goes off to answer the call.

When he finishes the call he starts to walk back but stops when he sees some scrawny waiter talking to you and you were eating up his sweet talks.

He walks back to the table and eyes the waiter who quickly runs off.

You didn't notice Maurizio was annoyed until he had you on your stomach on the king size bed of the hotel he got that night.

“Dirty fucking slut. Smiling at that waiter like that. Don't you know you're mine.” He tells as he fucks you.

“You're mine.” He yells at you as he shoves your head down against the mattress.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard so you forget about everybody else. This pussy is mine.” He tells you as he fucks you.

You can only moan and nod as he fucks you. At this point your fucked dumb. You don't have a single thought in your head as Maurizio’s balls slap against your throbbing clit.

“Suck it, whore.” He yells at you as he sticks his fingers in your mouth. You suck on his pinky. Maurizio moans at the sight of your lips around his golden pinky ring as he makes you cum on his cock.

You're sitting in bed, leaning against the headboard when Maurizio walks back inside the room with a cup of cappuccino for you. He sits next to you and brings the cup to his lips, softly blowing the drink to cool it down a bit.

He gently brings the cup to your lips. You eagerly drink the warm beverage.

‘Working for Signore Maurizio Gucci isn't all that bad.’ You thought to yourself.

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