Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 142640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 475(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 475(@300wpm)
“I am, she wouldn’t mind if you stayed over. I know for a fact that she would love you, she wants me happy.”
“She sounds nice.”
“The most selfless person on earth.”
“She’s lucky to have a son like you.”
“I’m the lucky one. What’s your mother like?” I ask as I turn the corner and continue in the darkness.
“Hmm.” She thinks for a moment. “Glamorous.”
“That’s a weird word choice to describe your mother.”
“Well, that’s what she is.”
“Is she sweet, loving?”
“Hmm.”
I frown. “You’re not close to her?”
“I am, but I’m not…if that makes sense.”
“How so?”
“Well.” She pauses as if choosing her words correctly. “I live with her, and we talk about random things, she cares for me, but in reality, she doesn’t really know anything about me. I would never tell her about you or anything personal like that.”
“But she’s your mother.”
“I don’t know.” She exhales heavily. “It’s hard to explain, she’s not easy to talk to. She’s so wrapped up in keeping up appearances that she wouldn’t have a clue what is going on in my brothers’ lives and mine, as long as we toe the line to family tradition is all that matters to her.”
“Oh,” I mutter, unsure what to say. I can’t even imagine what it must be like, my mother is the polar opposite.
We stay silent as I continue to walk, both lost in our own thoughts.
“I can’t stop thinking about the way you sucked me the other morning,” I whisper to change the subject.
“Oh really,” she says and I can tell she’s smiling. “What about it?”
“Seriously, Francesca. So, fucking good, it’s all I can think about.”
“I’ll do it again on Tuesday if you be nice to me.”
“Ha,” I scoff. “When am I ever not nice to you, I’m like your fucking puppy.”
“A very naughty puppy,” she whispers darkly.
I feel the blood begin to pump through my body. “What’s your favorite thing that we did?”
“Everything.”
“One thing.”
“The way you kiss me.”
I stop walking and stand still. “Kiss you?”
“Yeah.” She sighs dreamily. “I love kissing you, I get to hold you in my arms and be close.”
My heart swells as I turn into my street. “I love kissing you too.”
“Three days.”
“That’s a long time.”
“I’d wait forever to kiss you.”
I smile. “Luckily you don’t have to.”
She giggles and I press in my code and walk through the security gates. “I’m home.”
“I love you,” she whispers.
“I love you too, good night, angel.”
“Good night, baby.”
Tuesday afternoon
I sit in the back seat of Alex’s car. His eyes flick up to meet mine in the rearview mirror, “You know, you’re going to get yourself killed.”
Val turns to face me in the back seat. “What do you think that big brother would say if he knew you were sneaking in and giving his baby sister the dick?”
I roll my eyes.
“Did you bring more condoms this time?” he asks.
“Yep.”
“Did you bring lube? I feel sorry for the poor bitch dealing with your monster cock.”
“Will you shut up?” I cut him off. “She seems to like it.”
“Seems to being the operative word.” The boys smirk as they exchange looks.
“I’m not here for sex,” I spit.
“Oh…but you will fuck her all night, won’t you?” Val mutters.
“Because I like her, you fucking idiots,” I snap. “Stop pissing me off.”
And anyway…I more than like her.
I’m going to marry her.
* * *
Knock, knock, knock.
I wait in the bathroom with the door locked.
Knock, knock, knock.
“It’s me,” I hear Francesca whisper through the door.
I open it in a rush, her beautiful face comes into view and she smiles broadly and jumps into my arms, I laugh as I hold her tight and her legs lift off the floor. We stay like this for a while and then she kisses me as she steps down and flicks the lock on the bathroom.
Without hesitation she lifts my T-shirt over my head and unzips my jeans. I smile against her lips, she’s getting braver every time I see her.
“Is my girl hungry for it?”
“Hmm,” she moans as she kisses me harder. Her eyes close as she takes my cock into her hand.
She strokes me hard and, losing control, I slam her up against the wall and lift her leg around my waist.
Yes….
Fucking starving.
Anna
“I know what you’re doing?” Valentino says as he stands beside me at the drinks table.
“What’s that?” I ask.
Giuliano’s friend is annoyingly handsome, and he knows it.
Ever since I met him in the Library with Francesca, he keeps popping up everywhere I go.
“Wishing you were here with me instead of him.” He gives me a slow sexy smile.
“I don’t think so.” I lie.
That’s exactly what I was thinking. Damn it, why do I have a boyfriend?
I know Valentino’s type, the player kind. There’s no way I’m letting myself break up with a nice guy to chase a heart breaker…as tempting as it is.
“You know….” His eyes drop to my lips, “We could just get out of here.”