Stepping inside the shower, I let the hot water soak up my skin. Nothing beats a hot shower. Instantly, I relax. When done, I grab a towel around my body and another around my wet hair. Walking back into the bedroom, I didn’t even bother throwing on clothes. I want to lie in bed, fall fast asleep, and forget this night ever happened. Still wrapped in the towel, I rested my head on the pillow, and my eyes began to close, but all that relaxation faded once images of Emilio began popping into my head. My eyes shoot open. No. This can’t happen. Shaking it off, I close my eyes again. All I could see was Emilio with his unbuttoned shirt, and recalling the smell of mint and eucalyptus had my insides stirring.
No. No. No. No. Opening my eyes, I turn on my side. I’ve never looked at Emilio in that way. But the look on his face and the tone of his voice when we stood by his car outside the gate just moments ago was etched into my brain. Replaying it, I felt as though I was reliving the moment. I could hear his voice which sent vibrations through my body; the feel of his erect cock pulsed against my hand, and before I knew it, my finger was inside me. This was wrong on many levels, yet there was this thrill. I knew Emilio would never cross that line in real life, but in my mind, we can do whatever we want. Maybe giving into my imagination will get me to fall asleep.
So I gave in. Picturing him as he stood before me with his shirt open, I began imagining how I would have done things differently. Instead of pushing him away, I would have pulled him in closer. At the thought of it, I entered another finger inside me. The more I imagined things going differently, the wetter I got as I picked up the pace of my fingers moving in and out of me. I was kissing him as he wrapped his arms around me while I tried pulling down his pants. My small moans filled the quiet room as Igave myself over to the sensations taking over my body. The orgasm was building, and I hadn’t even gotten that far in my imagination, but I was enjoying myself. Picturing the feel of his cock against my core almost sent me over the edge. My body was about to go into overload as I was getting ready to orgasm.
Right as I was about to burst, there was a knock at my door.
“B, open the door.”
The sound of my brother’s voice immediately put everything to a halt. Quickly pulling my fingers out of me, I sat up as though I was caught in the act. Except I was in the room alone; Luca hadn’t even seen me.
I gulped and took a deep breath before answering. “Everything okay?”
“I need to speak to you.”
Shit. Luca’s tone was serious. Not fully recovered from the effects of the alcohol; the walls felt as though they were closing in on me.
“Just got out of the shower; let me throw on something,” I shouted as I scrambled to find a shirt and shorts.
Would Emilio have told him about tonight? If he did, I’d never see the light of day again. Once put together, I slowly approach the door, stalling on what lay on the other side.
Opening the door, I make sure to have a happy face on.
“Hey.”
Luca makes his way into the room. I couldn’t stop him if I wanted to.
“How was tonight?” He looks annoyed.
The question made my ears drum. Stay strong, B. “Good. How was yours?”
“Good. Although I walk in to hear that you came stumbling in a few minutes ago.”
“I had a few drinks, totally sober now.”
“Emilio said he dropped you off.”
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. My brother was good at getting the truth out of someone by making them think he already knew. Was he doing the same thing now? I don’t know. He was a good bluffer, so I stayed silent.
Luca went on, “Respect is a two-way street, Bethany. I understand you grew up in a more privileged environment compared to the rest of our siblings, but that doesn’t give you the entitlement of looking down on people.”
Huh? What the hell was he talking about? “Okay,” was all I could think to say.
“Albert doesn’t end his day until he is dismissed.”
Who the fuck is Albert? “Right… ”
“I told you after dinner to dismiss him when you get home. So why did I have to do it? It’s 2 am. He gets up at 5 am, before everyone, to ensure the morning is properly set up for the entire house.”
It hit me that he was talking about the butler. Albert was his name. “That’s what you came to tell me?”
“Emilio just called me.”
Vomit shot up my throat for a split second and I tried not to gag. I thought I dodged the bullet. “And?”
“I’m leaving to go to New York in the morning. I won’t see Antonio off to school.”
I sigh in relief, “I’ll handle it, don’t worry.”
