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depths of my stomach. The stupid and idiotic man, foolishly thinks we still have a future as man and wife. I turn sharply away from the bed and sit upon the balloon backed chair, next to the dresser.
     
    How wrong he is. Ingannare! Turning my attention back to what I was originally doing, I prepare to get myself ready again. I seriously am beginning to have reservations about actually going through all of this with Stefano. Any love I felt for the man has long gone, he is just a leash, holding me back from achieving what I truly believe I can in life. As I apply the rich moisturising body crème to my long, slender, pale legs, the exotic aroma of the Oud Wood opens every pour within me. The blood is rushing around my body as though it has been intravenously pumped into my arteries, increasing my thought process. Seeing what lengths Stefano has gone to, already with this, who is to say that he will really want to take me with him? I don't know everything he has planned or arranged? Even worse still, he could be picturing the same scenes as I have been for the last few minutes. I start to panic ever so slightly, at the theory that he may leave me high and dry, or quite possibly dead!
     
    Think Emelie! Think!
     
    Massaging what remnants of lotion are left, into my arms and tense shoulders, I close my eyes so that all I can concentrate on are the idea's, some of which are wild and totally out there and are being firmly branded into my mind. My thin, twig like fingers, work their magic and it is after a couple of minutes that I furtively smile. Well, well Emelie Acerbi...I do surprise myself sometimes.
     
    Beginning to search through my finest silk stockings and underwear, I find a hedonistic set of black silk panties and fine lace bra. They are the exact same set, that Stefano bought for me last birthday. Dropping the towel I have around me to the floor, I dress while setting my plan in motion.
     
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    “Emelie, my darling, you look simply divine.” I observe Stefano's eyes taking in every single inch of me, which is exactly what I had hoped for.
     
    The long, black figure hugging dress, with a low plunging neckline and open back, leaves little to the imagination. The material feels like a second skin as it clings deliciously to the top curve of my toned backside. Stefano scans his eyes over each slim, delicate curve and then with the back of his rough hand, he skims down my upper body. Starting at the protruding bone at my shoulders and he glides it suggestively down towards my exposed cleavage. The backs of his stubby, little fingers, skim across the sensitive area.
     
    A wave of spine tingling shivers is transported down my back bone and I inwardly cringe, as it is not only his touch that is cold and calculated, but the way he pronounces every syllable in every sentence, slow and precise. I hope that the disgust I feel at him laying even one finger on me, doesn't shine through. I feel confident enough in myself, to think that it won't, as over time, I have developed a new skill of not displaying my true feelings and thoughts. So I should be safe enough and hopefully will get away with it.
     
    I notice he is wearing one of his most expensive, grey tailored suits with a deep crimson tie.
     
    He despises wearing the damn things and I am fully aware of this, but nonetheless I insisted we dine at a restaurant that I know has a strict dress code policy for both ladies and gents. Seeing how uncomfortable he looks in what he is clothed in, only pleases me more, but I need to stay focussed and controlled.
     
    “You have had your hair cut.” His already receding hair has a shaven look about it. However, you can still see the flecks of silver that have worked their way in over the last few months. I am almost positive, his recent accelerated advancement in ageing, is all down to the stress of work and Marc.
     
    In a reflex action, he strokes the thin carpet of hair upon his head.
     
    “Yes, do you like?” His