He stares at me, completely lost.
I hold my hands out wide. “Am I not enough for you?”
“What?”
“Will I ever be enough for you?”
“Francesca,” he demands. “Speak English because I don’t know what the fuck is going on here?”
“Do they make you hard?” I whisper.
“Huh?”
“Do you tip them? Take them upstairs? How many?”
His face falls. “You can’t be serious?”
His silhouette blurs as the tears flood my eyes.
“You think I….” He gives a subtle shake of his head in disbelief. “You think I would go to a stripper instead of coming home to you.”
“I don’t think it, I know it. That’s exactly what you did tonight, Giuliano.”
“I was working.”
“Working! Ha,” I huff. “Stop lying,” I yell. “You don’t need to lie to me. I’m a big girl, I can take it.”
“You have got to be fucking joking,” he yells as he loses his temper. “I have loved you every fucking day since I was nineteen years old. Do you honestly fucking believe I would sleep around on you now that I finally have you?”
I screw up my face, unable to even try to act cool.
His face fills with empathy. “Chesk.” He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. “I love you, how could you even think that I would….”
“Why did you go there then?” I blurt out.
“We own the club, it’s a place where I meet my men. I don’t even look at the girls when I’m there.”
Oh God, it gets worse, they are on his fucking payroll. I mean, somewhere in the back of my mind I always knew this but hearing it in this moment doesn’t make me feel any better.
“I was waiting for you,” I whisper. “And to think of you there…getting hard over them. It makes me fucking crazy. I will not live the life of my mother Giuliano. I can’t do it. Let me go if you want to be like my father. Just let me go.”
“I know,” he says softly as he kisses me. “I will never treat you like that. You have my word. I’m sorry, I didn’t even think.” He kisses me again as he takes my face into his hands. “I won’t go there anymore if you don’t want me to.”
“I don’t.”
“Okay.” His lips take mine and I can taste my salty tears.
He holds me in his arms for a long time and I don’t know what the hell I’m even thinking right now.
Only that he makes it better.
“I love you, Chesk, you’re everything to me. How could you even think such a thing? Do you really think I would risk what we have…for sleazy sex?” he says softly. “You know what we have.” He kisses my temple. “How could you even think? Look at your eyes, how long have you been crying?”
I screw up my face against his, I feel like I’ve just had a full-on mental breakdown or something. “I was freaking out,” I sob.
“Sweetheart,” he whispers as he tries to calm me. “It’s okay, I’m home now.”
I put my head into the crook of his neck and he holds me tight, we stay in each other’s arms for a long time, I feel my heartbeat begin to slow back down. “Come on, baby. Shower.”
He takes my hand and leads me back to the bedroom; the shower is still running and the bedroom is now filled with steam. He lifts my nightgown over my head and I stand before him, naked. His thumb dusts over my nipple as he stares down at me, his eyes roaming over my skin. “I missed my girl today,” he murmurs.
I stare up at him, and suddenly I’m desperate to be closer. It’s as if my fragile heart can only be eased with sex.
I need this, I need him.
My lips take his as our kiss deepens.
I undo the buttons on his shirt and take it off over his shoulders, then I slide down his zipper and take his pants off.
He stares at me with his big brown eyes, so honest and empathetic, filled with love.
“I can’t stand the thought of….”
He cuts me off with a kiss. “It’s not going to happen.” He wraps my hand around his thick erection and strokes himself. “I’m yours.” He kisses me. “Only yours.” His grip around my hand tightens and I know he needs it hard tonight. I can feel the need oozing out of him, I smile softly against his lips. “I’ve only ever been yours, Chesk,” he whispers. “It’s always been you.”
Oh…my heart.
Our kiss turns desperate and we fall into the shower, naked and overwrought with emotion.
Close to the edge of insanity. Everything about us is fucked up.
He pins me to the wall and lifts my legs around his body, with our lips locked he slides deep inside my body.
The air crackles between us, my body rippling around his.