Cesare Garcia's bedchamber

Viola smiled faintly, looking deeply into his eyes...
"You may" she whispers gently

Viola kissed his gently...but the passion growing within her. She pressed her body against his; she could feel his muscles from under his clothes.

Viola lets out a little moan of desire.
She retuned the massage to his tongue, as she pressed her hands gently against his chest.

Viola felt him undoing her gown...but she did nothing to stop it! Her kisses became more passionate, as she pressed her body tighter against his.

Viola lets out a moan of desire. She puts her hands behind her back, and begins to rub his groin.
"My Lord...."

Viola moaned with desire, her breathing becoming heavier.
Smiling at his kisses, she rubbed his groin harder...

Cesare returned to his chamber and removed his shirt and slung it over the edge of his bed. He poured out some water and washed his face, staring at his reflection in the mirror - what looked back was a stranger.

After she learned Cesare kissed Margaret she went directly to his bedroom. She was so angry that she felt she could break the door. Her knocking to door was too harsh.

"Cesare are you in?"

Cesare was on his bed, arm resting on his forehead,"Yes,"he mumbled and rolled over.

She came into the room immedately.

"What kind of perversion is this? How could you kiss her?"

She shouted at him with red eyes filled with anger.

Cesare glanced up,"Who?"

He covered his eyes again with his arm, lying on the bed.

She became more angry.

"You know who!"

Then she looked at him. He wasn't even listening what she was saying.

"You don't care anything but yourself!"

He rolled his eyes,"It was for the good of the family, sis-there was nothing in it."

She raised her eyebrows.

"Good of the family? How can kissing someone who is married and you left her without saying anything be a good of the family?"

Then she smiled angrily.

"Then I can sleep with some men for the sake of the family.. Good."

He sighed - burdened with guilt. He could feel the heavy weight of his responsibilities, his duties and they caused him physical discomfort.

"I cannot tell you why. If you want to debase yourself with others then do."

He was still lying on the bed. Alfonsina couldn't know what to do. She went near him and slapped him with the anger inside her.

He grabbed her wrist,"Don't."

He stared intently and earnestly,"Don't,"he said again in a barely audible whisper.

She looked at his dark eyes.

"Tell me a reason..."

She answered with a whisper too.

"Because you don't mean it,"he replied and touched her chin for a moment and then let go.

Did she really think he meant to kiss her? Or worse still - that he enjoyed it? She made his skin crawl...