I looked up at her, my eyes wide. “I came inside, without a condom.”
13
Natalia
All the passion and heat that Giorgio and I had just experienced, deserted my body in an instant. I could still feel Giorgio’s seed spilling out of me below. Giorgio’s words echoed in my head and all the consequences of that action sped through my mind in a second. The thought of getting pregnant, of having to explain to my familyhowI’d gotten pregnant, of what it would mean that the father of my child being Giorgio rocked my body.
“Uh, that’s not good,” I said.
Giorgio was still centered between my legs, still naked and sweating, and though my mind wanted to focus on those facts, it was reeling trying to figure out what to do next.
“What do we do?” Giorgio asked.
“Just… move.”
Giorgio listened, moving out of my way and I leaped up off the bed and raced towards the bathroom. I threw on the faucet of the first sink I hit, hopefully creating water that wasn’t too cold or too hot. I yanked a rag down off the wall and started to wipe myself free of what Giorgio left behind. I was on no birth control and having not used a condom, we were really rolling the dice.
Not being able to get too much more out of myself, I rinsed the rag off and then wandered back into the room.
“Okay,” I said, trying to calm myself down so that we both weren't panicking. “Okay, it’s okay. I’ll just go get the morning after pill, it’ll be fine.”
“Yeah?” Giorgio said.
“Yeah,” I said. “We’ll be fine. It’ll take some doing to sneak out from the estate to get to the drug store, but I’ll get to it. Don’t worry.”
Giorgio nodded. “Okay, if you’re sure.”
“It won’t be a problem,” I said, I was trying to convince myself as much as I was trying to convince Giorgio. “I’m sure.”
He smiled, “Okay then…” He held out his arms. “Come here.”
My legs were moving before my brain had sent the message to do so. I almost expected things to get racy again, but something else far more terrifying happened. Giorgio stood up from the bed and met me halfway and wrapped his arms around my back. His large, heavy hands settled low on my back and dragged me to him, and then he ducked his head down to take me into a kiss. Unlike the hunger-fueled kisses we’d shared in the throes of our passion, this one was more telling, more vulnerable. It was given in the place of any spoken feelings. Giorgio was non-verbally confirming what I was already feeling.
There was something between us. Something real and bigger than either of us anticipated. My mind drifted back to that first meeting. Him handsomely dressed in his suit, the cool, almost arrogant look on his face as I approached him. Even then, I thought he might be a fun night or two, but I never expected what he would become to me. I inexplicably invested myself in his survival, doing whatever I had to do to keep him safe. I wouldn’t put words to it, not just yet, but Giorgio meant more to me than I could have imagined, and in the wake of our love-making, I was certain now that I wanted more with him.
“I have to go,” I said, as much as it pained me. “I need to try and get to the drug store.”
“Okay,” Giorgio said, kissing me once again. “Will you come back tonight?”
“As long as I can,” I replied. “I might have lied and said I was sick so that my brothers wouldn’t ask questions when I didn’t come down for breakfast.”
He laughed. “Original.”
There was something so intense about the fact that we were embraced, though still naked, but I wasn’t afraid of it. I was more afraid of walking away from it. Finally, however, I pulled myself from Giorgio’s hold and slowly started to put all my clothes back on. Giorgio didn’t help, by staying close to me, laying kisses on my shoulders, my cheeks, my lips - anywhere he could get to - but eventually I did get dressed and managed to yank myself from his grip and leave the room.
As quickly and quietly as I could go, I snuck back to my room and slipped inside. There was a variety of flu and cold medicines on my dresser, so I hastily shoved them into a drawer unless someone came back, and then I changed my clothes.
Technically, I had a car. There was one parked in our family’s extended driveway that was registered to my name. The issue, however, was that I didn’t have open access to my keys. Ever the paranoid, my father didn’t allow me to just come and go as I pleased, everything had to go through him. Briefly, I wished that I hadn’t let myself get so swept up in the moment. The first time, we were just using our hands and the risk was low, but I had to embarrassingly admit that once Giorgio started to move in on me and I knew where it was going, I lost my ability to do anything but give myself over to the immense pleasure. My body started to flush with warmth again at the memory, but I shook my head, chasing the thoughts away.
I had to focus.
After taking a shower and changing into clothes that covered enough of me to keep any sign of Giorgio safe from view, I made my way down to the dining room. I didn’t realize how much of the day I’d lost in my dalliance with Giorgio, but it was nearly dinner time. I still hadn’t come up with a good reason to convince my dad to let me leave, but I was hoping if I winged it, I’d get lucky.
I was first to the dining room, but Savio wasn’t long after me. He saw me at the dining room table and rushed over, crouching next to my chair and immediately setting a hand on my head. “Hey you. How are you feeling?”
“Still not great,” I replied, and it wasn’t a lie. I was racing against the clock to get the morning after pill before it was too late to take effect.
“I came by your room, but you weren’t there,” Savio said.
