Chapter 70 - Seventy.

*The information written here is taken from the internet. It may be incomplete or incorrect.*

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Angelo's car smoothly glided on the roads. Since it was not a rush hour, there was no traffic. The engine purred as he presses on the accelerator for speed and she loved it. This car was a classic '72 Ferrari and she fell in love.

The convertible was back in colour and had a stick gear which had Alexis's hand on it and then Angelo's strong and warm one. His skin was rough but Alexis had figured that even in his privileged life, where he had wanted any and everything was received, he had done some hard work.

As a traffic light in front became red, he slowly stopped the car. It was a long time for the light to turn green so he lazily switched off the car and looked at his wife.

His beautiful wife.

She was smiling while looking around. Angelo didn't immediately call for her attention as her eyes were wandering around, he knew that her mind was occupied elsewhere too.

And for the first time, he noticed. He noticed and he admired her beauty.

She had deep brown eyes, not striking but something he could stare into for hours at once. Her black hair was below her breasts but they were not reaching her back, it was of the length from where he could pull them as he thrust into her from behind.

Ah, that.

Her face had tiny freckles. They were hardly noticeable given that they were not much and very light but since he was gazing at the beauty, he noticed. The lips were not full and pouty like those of the models he had seen, they were simple and natural. She was natural. There was nothing but perfection on her body. From the tiny little freckles on her cheeks to the chubby little feet of hers; by which she was very embarrassed and that was truly a sensitive topic.

From little fat on her belly to the attached marks on her butt. Everything was perfect on him.

*honkkkk*

Angelo jerked on his seat and glanced in front. The light had turned green. He started the engine and started driving. Embarrassed enough he for a few moments did not turn around and look at her. But in the end, did.

He peeked and hurriedly looked back.

She was always looking at him.

"What?" She sang, teasing him. "I know that you were looking at me.."

"Well," he cleared his throat. "I have a beautiful wife and I have every right to admire her."

"Now?"

"Yes, ma'am." He grinned having enough of her reading he had decided to turn the tables around. "Can't wait to go home and get rough and dirty. She likes me rough if you must know."

"No, I must not!" She gasped at him with her eyes opened wide. "When did you get so crude?"

"But baby, you like me like this."

"No, I don't." She immediately denied it.

"How funny is that? You don't remember." He wondered. "That's okay. I will record our sex and replay it in front of you in the morning. I think I'll get a good fair of sex in the morning then." He laughed loudly and continued to have a naughty grin on his face.

"Angelo!" She admonished. "Stop it." By now she was sure that she was a red bell pepper. Forget the tomatoes or strawberry maybe she was crimson red.

"Hah!" He laughed at that. "You started it." He reminded.

"Well I regret it and I learned my lesson." She yelled. She had never blushed that hard!

He turned the car to a building and still had a smile on his face. Ahead of them, she could see a helicopter and planes. He parked the car and got out, coming to the other side, he opened the door.

"Where and why?" She asked muttering as she continued to look around.

"An airport," he rose a finger as she was ready to question him again, asking her to wait. "We cannot tour Tuscany in two days, my love. We have to be quicker than a car if he aims to. So, here it is," he pointed to the helicopter. "Our ride for the day."

She looked at the helicopter. Normally it seemed so..small and now it seems abnormally huge. Wow. Like really huge.

"In that?" She hesitantly asked, looking at him and then back at the helicopter. "I can always come back." She offered.

"Oh don't be afraid. It's totally fine." Taking her hand in his, he started drawing her to the helicopter.

"Is it safe?" She asked still panicking a little.

"Perfectly my dear. It flew someone yesterday and it was checked this morning. It's safe and fine." Grabbing her head, he lowered it. "Now bow a little, the air is powerful. " It was. Her dress was flowing and if possible, she could have flown backwards.

He had pushed her inside with some help as the guy held her hand and pulled her up. Angelo came in and sat beside her. He handed her a pair of huge headphones and checked her belt and did the same for himself.

"We're are ready." He spoke into his pair the pilot gave a thumbs up.

The helicopter took up speed. Its blades starting turning fast than before and Alexis panicked.

Fuck she was dying.

She looked down and the airport ground was at a distance now. They were slowly getting into the air. She closed her eyes and leaned back, scared of looking down when she high up in the air. It was more dicy and dangerous than being on a plane.

Fuck she was going to die.

"Hey," Angelo touched her cheek, "it's okay." He said.

She didn't react. Hell, she didn't even open his eyes and he chuckled.

She opened her eyes.

And she glared at him. Well, that maybe won't end well. He thought.

"If I die," she yelled at him. Not knowing that with the headphones he could hear her. "I swear to got I will haunt your ass." 

"What makes you think that I would let you?"

"What am I sitting in?" She yelled back and he winced. "This shakes more than a.. whatever!" She said. Not being able to find a better word.

"We do have parachutes ma'am." The pilot dutifully informed her. His job was to make sure they went back safe and stress-free. Which includes telling them that they would not die.

"Shut up!" She yelled making him wince too. She was dying. If it crashed or a fire started what the hell was she supposed to do, to wear a parachute or simply jump?

"Babe," Angelo sighed. "Please." His eyes held a warning. He was not playing now and Alexis knew it.

Breathing heavily she leaned back into her seats and closed her eyes.

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"That would be the devil's vehicle I am telling you!" As soon as they had landed, that was the first thing Alexis had said.

"Well, that thing flys and Angels fly too." He pointed out. "Wanna argue? We could go all day long or you could just enjoy the tour."

She continued to look at him still breathing heavily. They were standing near the car and looking at each other. To think about it, he was right. There were two things that they could do and according to Isabelle, Angelo could not take vacations and this one she had to enjoy.

"Alright." She relented. "Where are we going?"

He opened the door for her and then went to the driver's seat. He had started to drive when he answered her.

"Piazza del Duomo." He answered. "It is like a square. It has various other monuments in it like the Santa Maria del Fiore Cathedral, Giotto's Bell Tower and of course, Museo dell Opera del Duomo." He finished. 

She looked at him dumbfounded. He seemed to know everything. But to be fair, he was a citizen. 

"That," she started, "sounds difficult to speak." 

"Ahah," he laughed wholeheartedly. "That's true." 

He parked the car and she knew he had pulled some strings. A man was standing there and as soon as they got out, the man took the car and drive away. 

"Why?" She asked looking back and forth to the car and him. 

"There's traffic." He shrugged and pulled her close. "He will drive back when we ask him to." He winked. 

He turned her around and there it was. The Pizza something building, wait it was Piazza del Duomo. It was written here. 

"It's like a castle." She whispered looking at him. "Wow." She praised looking back. 

He smiled and pulled her to walk along with him. She had forgotten to do so. They walked to the free entrance but Angelo had the tickets which were required for other buildings. 

"Alright then." He spoke with a smile pulling her somewhere. "To the cathedral first." 

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