Simone (The Ciprianos of Kellington Book 2) (14 page)

Once she had her fill,
Delia found herself stretching a bit as he watched. Letting out a moan before
she composed herself, she looked at him for a minute and asked, “What?”

A sly smirk snuck
across his lips but he immediately grabbed his glass to take a sip. “What is
it?”

“Just ring the bell,
love.”

What was he up to? She
wondered, as she grabbed the bell to ring it. Immediately the young men came
back on command, this time one of the young men was holding a domed plate while
the other young man removed both Delia’s and Simone’s used plates. Once he put
down the plate in front of her, she watched Simone move over next to her when
the servers left.

“I wonder what this
could be.” Delia kidded as he looked on while she took the dome off.

But there wasn’t any
cheesecake on the plate. Instead, there was a medium-sized box made of dark
chocolate. Raspberries and strawberries were strewn about it along with mint
leaves. Delia giggled. “What’s this?”

“Just open the box
because there are plenty of sweets inside.”

Grabbing the lid, she
gently opened it and had to catch her breath when she saw what was sitting in
the candy box. Within the box were truffles made with dark, milk and white
chocolate but that wasn’t what caught Delia’s eye. It was what was nestled in
the middle of the box that made her cover her mouth to keep from crying out. It
was a small light blue ring box, like the ones from Tiffany’s. She immediately
started crying for she knew what was inside of it. When she looked at Simone,
he had taken the ring box, getting on one knee before she found herself bawling
like a baby. “Delia, my darling love, there hasn’t been a day in my life since
our first date that I didn’t know that you belonged to me. I was a complete
fool for letting you go that night when I couldn’t tell you that I loved you. But
right now, I want you to know that I love you, have always loved you, and will
always love you until the day we pass on. I honestly can’t see myself with
anyone else but you in my life. I would protect you, love you, and even fight
for you if anyone was to say a bad word about you. This is how happy I am to
have you in my life once more. Now that I’ve had the chance to get you back
into my life, I don’t plan on ever letting you out of it again. Do you know
I’ve had this ring in my possession for a couple of months now?” He opened it
to reveal a beautiful heart-shaped solitaire diamond set in a platinum band,
which only made her cry even more. Delia grabbed her napkin to wipe her face
and eyes.

“I bought this ring
from Tiffany’s. I remembered Andrew had told me that he had bought you a ring
for your birthday years ago. He told me your ring size and I said that once I
had enough money, I was going to buy you a ring one day. Well, I went to
Tiffany’s and found the ring I wanted to give you. I got the heart-shaped one
because, well, it was pretty for one thing and it made me think about how much
you are in my heart every day.” Delia looked at him, seeing his eyes well up
with tears as well, and noticing that his hand holding the ring was trembling
because he was so nervous.

“Delia Whitney, will
you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Simone Cipriano?” She could tell by the
emotion in his voice that he really meant everything he had told her. This was
what she had always wanted, she thought. This was the man she had loved since
they were young and now the moment she had always dreamed of was coming true.

“Yes, yes!” she
shouted, grabbing hold of him around his neck as they both stood up, holding
each other. She couldn’t stop crying and when he pulled away to put the ring on
her finger, she was surprised that it fit her ring finger so perfectly. That
was when she heard clapping from around the corner and looked over to see
Renzo, Jaslyn and Federico along with Filomena, Andrew and Diane cheering the
two of them.

“Oh my God, I can’t
believe you got everyone here for this.” Quickly composing herself, they both
walked hand-in-hand over to the group. Immediately she hugged her brother who
held her close to him and she suddenly felt him shudder a bit. Looking up she
saw that he was crying as well, which only brought on the tears again. “I’m
just so happy that you two finally got together again.” She wiped his eyes and
face with her napkin, and they both started to chuckle as Filomena came over
and hugged her as well.

“I can’t tell you how
happy this has made me to see you both together like this. Renzo, go inside and
get the champagne. Your mother would have been so proud to see this day because
she knew that you both were meant to be together. Just know that she’s looking down
at this, smiling at all that is going on and will continue from now on, my
darling daughter-in-law,” Filomena told her, giving her a kiss on the cheek as
Renzo came back accompanied by one of the servers who had a tray of fluted
champagne glasses filled with champagne, ready for them. Once all the glasses
were handed out, Andrew said to the group, “To the future Mr. and Mrs. Simone
Cipriano!” They all clinked glasses and shouted their praises as Delia and
Simone kissed one another.

Finally she had gotten
what she had always wanted…her first love.

* * * *

“I really hate I missed
it, Momma,” Gianni said, riding in the shuttle bus from the airport to the
parking lot where he had parked his car a month ago. He had just come back from
a shoot in Milan and finally made it home at last. All he wanted to do was take
a shower and chill since he didn’t have another shoot for at least another
month or so unless someone was to call. “I know it must have been beautiful.”

“Oh, it was so lovely,
you would have been proud of your brother and what he did. When do you think
you’ll come over to visit?”

“Probably in a day or
two, I want to try and get some rest. I did get the chance to see some of the
family while I was in Milan. Cousin Lisa said hello, by the way,” Gianni told
his mother, noticing that a very lovely young woman with brown hair and eyes
staring at him intensely. All he did was wink at her and she quickly looked
away blushing. Gianni had that effect on women. He knew that he was handsome
and that was part of the reason why he kept himself looking good since he was a
model.

“Well, when you get
home, give me a call letting me know you made it in.” Filomena demanded.

“Will do, Momma, love
you, goodbye.” Clicking the button on his phone, he let out a yawn while scratching
his head. He honestly couldn’t wait to get to his apartment and to his nice
comfy bed. It would take him about two hours to get back to Kellington from
Philadelphia International. Two long hours, he thought to himself, knowing he
needed to get himself a coffee from McDonald’s.

Once he found his car,
he headed out from the airport parking lot. He made his way to the nearest
McDonald’s to grab himself a coffee with two creams and two sugars, then
started on his way home. Blaring the radio to keep himself awake, he continued
driving, taking a sip of the hot coffee every so often when he knew he was
about to fall asleep. He had never been so tired in his life, he thought,
yawning. Even though he had been modeling for about twelve years now, Gianni still
had the hardest time getting used to the time change and how it messed with his
mind and body. He knew what his goal was that day, to get his ass home and in
bed for the next day or so of nonstop sleep.

When he started to see
the familiar surroundings of Kellington, he started to get excited for he knew
it wouldn’t be long before he got to Crestpoint Apartments, where he lived.
Pulling into the parking lot, he noticed a medium-sized U-Haul parked near
where he usually parked his car. Someone was moving in, he thought, as he got
out, investigating. When he looked inside the U-Haul, he noticed that the only
things that were inside were a few boxes and a railing for a bed. Gianni had
never seen a lovelier sight than he did when he saw his door and the numbers
‘1709’. But before he could put his key into the door, he heard a ball bouncing
and when he looked over his shoulder, he saw a medium-sized pink ball bouncing
up against the railing before it rolled its way toward him. He picked up the
ball as he heard footsteps running from around the corner. Soon he found
himself face-to-face with the cutest little girl he had ever seen. She was
wearing a pair of pink jean capris with pink and purple butterflies on the legs
and a pink tank top. Her unruly brown and red hair was pulled up into a
ponytail which also had a pink hair bow to match her ensemble. Her skin was
light in color but she must have been out in the sun a bit for she had a tan.
She looked up at him with the most inquisitive looking hazel eyes and she immediately
smiled as she looked at him. “This must be your ball,” he told her, holding out
the ball for her to take back.

She walked over to him
and with her little hands grabbed the pink ball. “What’s your name?” He could
tell that she had a bit of an accent, maybe it was Irish or Scottish, he
thought, as he bent down to her level to talk. “My name is Gianni, you must
have just moved here or I would have noticed you before.”

“My mommy and me just
moved here, my name is Saoirse and I’m eight years old, you know.”

“Really? Well, I would
have thought you were at least twelve and not eight.” He heard her giggle a bit
and he had to admit that he found himself smiling as well.

“Saoirse! Saoirse where
are you?” shouted a female’s voice.

“Over here, Mommy, I’m
over here!” she shouted back, still eyeing Gianni with a smile.

When Gianni looked up
to see who had rushed from around the corner, he wasn’t completely prepared for
who he saw standing there. The woman who looked at them both, puzzled. She was
wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black faded T-shirt with Van Halen on the
front of it. Her hair, which was just like the young girl’s, all unruly with
curls, but black, was piled up into a ponytail. “
Saoirse
,
dear,
what are
you doing?”

“I was talking with
Gianni, Mommy, he caught my ball,” the little girl told her as the woman came
up to grab her daughter.

“Thank you for catching
my daughter’s ball for her.”

“Oh, you’re welcome and
welcome to the neighborhood by the way.”

“Thank you, now
come on, sweetheart, so you can help me with unpacking. Say
goodbye to Mr. Gianni.”

“Bye.” She waved as
Gianni did the same a
s they both disappeared around the
corner again.

*THE END*

About the Author

Born in Jamaica Queens New York,
Jamallah
Bergman eventually moved around from New York to Alabama and eventually
settling down in Georgia with her family and spending part of her childhood in
Roswell Georgia.

Jamallah
started to first
write when she was just 12, writing scripts for her dolls and as she got older
her stories grew along with her.

She eventually read her first romance novel when she
was 15 and became hooked and started to write about romance. It wasn't until
she got older when she started to write about erotica as well.

Jamallah
had started to
notice that whenever she would read the stories that she loved, she never could
understand why the heroines in the stories were nothing like herself. None of
the women were full figured or plump or what she would sometimes think of
herself (to coin the phrase from
Mo'Nique
) a
"Thick Madame". It would often upset her that she could never find a
story where the main character was a full figured woman who finds love with a
handsome man.

Soon
Jamallah
started to
write stories where the full figured woman ALWAYS got her man!
Jamallah
Bergman's main goal in her writing is to
appeal to the woman who despite what society might think of her and even though
she might have some sort of self-doubt about herself, deep down she is strong
woman who can do just about anything she sets her mind to.

Jamallah
Bergman still
resides in Georgia and lives in Atlanta with her teenage daughter
Jamira
Anna Marie, who gets her artistic side from her
mother by drawing and making movies.

Other Books by
Jamallah

If
Only You Knew

The
Lady of Gladstone Manor

Special Kind of
Woman

Sorry… Wrong Number

The Biker
Nextdoor

Constant Surprises

Renzo (The
Ciprianos
of
Kellington
Book 1)

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