My hand moved faster up and down my shaft as Gabriella, on her knees, right here in my shower, swallowing my cum came to mind. “Cazzo,” I grunted and shivered despite the scalding heat as thick cum spurted all over my fist and against the wall tiles.
After I recovered, I took another shower, feeling extra dirty today. The water rinsed me clean, and then I dried off and carried Tiara with me to bed.
“You know what? I dodged a bullet with that one. She’s probably one of those eternally sad women that never get over anything or allow themselves to be pleased. If she said yes, she’d be just a waste of time or she’d add to my frustration when I busted my ass off and she still wouldn’t be satisfied.”
I convinced myself that was the truth, and I shouldn’t think about Gabriella Brighton ever again.
What I should think about was the revue, how to please my next client, how to get more money when I still could to take proper care of my family. I had very few years left in this business, and then…
I put a halt to my thoughts of the scary future when I was too old to keep doing what I was doing and had no other skills to do something else.
Tiara slept on my chest. I stroked her hair. “At least, you want me.”
Tomorrow was the beginning of the spring, but in New York, the chill wouldn’t leave. It was the only thing that didn’t bother me about Manhattan. The weather in Chicago was the worst.
The phone in my drawer vibrated, my personal number, not my business one. Carefully so I wouldn’t disturb already stirring Tiara, I opened the drawer and answered when I sawMammaon the screen. “Buongiorno.”
“Buongiorno, ciccio. Sorry to wake you up so early.”
Worry coursed through me. “I haven’t slept yet. Is everything all right? Is Carmen all right?”
“Si, si. She just wanted to say good morning before she went to school.”
A smile twitched on my mouth in relief. “Certo.”
“Papà!”
“Caramella, how are you doing, cutie pie?”
“I miss you, Papà. When you coming home?” Her sweet, little girl’s voice melted my heart.
I missed her, too. So fucking much. “Soon, baby. I’ll be there before you know it.”
“You always say that, but you’re never here before I know it.”
I chuckled. “I promise I’ll take next weekend off and spend it all with you. How about that?”
“Yay!” She kissed me over the phone, and then there was some noise and my mom telling her not to run.
“Are you really coming, ciccio?” I could hear the distrust in my mom’s voice. I couldn’t blame her.
“Si, Mamma. Prometto.”
“Va bene. She’ll be so happy. We all will. We really miss you, Fabio. Take care.”
I hung up and placed the phone back onto its little bed. I should sleep, too, but I stared at the ceiling, that infuriating, breathtaking face assaulting me again.
Okay, that’s it. No more. You promised.
I rolled on my side, and touched the chilly part of the sheets. A constant reminder of how alone I was. Had been for seven years.
She must be so alone, too.And horny all the fucking time. I had my clients and the occasional dates, but obviously, she didn’t. And why were there no pictures of her husband or her family on her desk? Did she even have kids?
Ugh, I said no more thinking about her. “Lady Brighton, you either come warm my bed and let me charm and sweep you off your feet or leave me the fuck alone.”
But why would she let me anywhere near her?
I’d been convincing myself all this time that a woman like her would never reject a man like me, but the rational voice in me that was usually quiet most of my life whispered.
