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"Tony!" she screams as her eyes slam shut and the back of her skull presses into the mattress, her mouth staying open and to me, it’s more beautiful than any painting you’d find anywhere in Rome.

Etching the vision into my mind, I can’t hold back the smile that works its way through my twisted facial features like a flower growing through a crack in the inner city concrete.

She follows suit, even with her eyes closed and unable to see me. We’re in sync all right, in ways we wouldn’t even understand.

It’s beautiful. She’s beautiful…every little bit of her down to the tiny birthmark on her lower lip. I've never wanted a woman so badly in my life.

My balls pull up and for reasons unknown I pull out, fist my cock, and squirt thick creamy spend all over her stomach. My cock jerks back and then forward like a cannon and I shoot a load right onto her neck.

Her hands stack on top of each other as she double-fists my shaft, my cock still squirting, my juice reaching her face.

Her mouth open wide she takes my fluids down her throat, all over her face, which only causes my orgasm to intensify.

My features pull tight as she squeezes the life out of my cock just before her body shakes and then flops like a fish out of water, her pussy releasing the pressure inside as she joins me, taking her turn tumbling over the edge of the cliff into the abyss.

My chest heaves as I struggle for air. Seconds pass by until finally, I feel like I’m not going to pass out. Slowly my eyelids peel back as I marvel at the amount of spend covering her torso and chest, a Cheshire catlike grin across her face.

Stepping out of bed on wobbly legs, I offer her a hand and guide her to the shower, where we immediately pick up where we left off. But we have to move fast because we both have things to do today.

"Are you going to be okay watching Luca today? I'm going to go out because you’re right. I don't need to sit here and babysit you while you babysit my son. I trust you and you have my number,” I announce after getting dressed.

"I think I'm all good." She hugs Luca who still has a bit of an injury but has been getting better way faster than I’d thought. He doesn't even need the bandages anymore. "You don't have to worry about me, Tony. I'll call you if anything comes up, but I'm pretty sure nothing will."

I nod. "Have a good day with Cassandra, little buddy," I say to Luca. He's too busy playing around to realize that I'm going to leave. The fear of me dying during the course of my day, and him not realizing it, always hits me when I walk out that door. It’s always in the back of my mind that each time I give him a quick goodbye, it might just be the last.

"Can I ask you something before you leave?" she inquires.

"Yeah. What's up?"

"I know this is out of left field but what really happened with your ex-wife? Why is she no longer in the picture?"

"Our families wanted us to be together from an early age. We both went along with it, trying to make it work. We wanted to do everything right in our family's eyes, especially me. I wanted to have this legacy and make my father proud. But, we soon realized when we got married that we had no love for one another. And when Luca was born she split. So I have no love for the woman, nor did I ever. I don't even know where she is these days. I don't know what she's doing with her life. I just try my best to not think of her but she does pop into my head whenever I think of love because she's the reason why I really don't believe in it."

"Do you believe in it when you think of me?"

What do I say to something like this? It feels like such a heavy answer. It feels like no matter what I say I'm going to be lying in a way. Because if I tell her that I do believe in love, do I really believe that? And if I tell her that I don't believe in love, as harsh as that may sound to her, do I even believe that with what I'm experiencing with her?

Before I can even respond she does it for me. "I can tell that's a complicated answer. So no answer today. Answer it some other day for me. You know…after you've really thought about it,” she says. “After you’re sure in your response.”

I give her a kiss.

"I'll see you later. Again…call me ifanythinghappens with Luca…or you."

It's on the tip of my tongue actually.I love you.I don't say it. But maybe one day I will.

Maybe one day.

7

Cassandra

Iwalk through the door of my home feeling as though I haven't been there in years. The place doesn't even feel the same to me. That's what being around Tony does. It makes you feel like you've been in a fantasy world and everything else is just bland.

I put my bag on the dining room table and sift through the mail as if I have anything. I never do. I'm just doing it to come down from the high that I'm on. Just leaving Tony's car gave me butterflies because I knew that one day I'd be back in it.

I’m working for him as a nanny. I'm going to see him again. Funny how I'm using that as the reason as to why I'm going to see him again. Not the sex or the relationship. And I guess this is because I feel like everything with him is temporary. I feel like I don't quite know whether or not he's going to keep me around emotionally. When it comes to the nanny position of course I know I'm good at it. I know he needs me.

I guess I'm still feeling insecure. That sums things up pretty well. I know he cares about me and he wants me around but at the same time, he's Tony, a man of few words who's scared to love. If our little conversation before he left said anything, it was that he was scared of it.


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