Both Tatiana and I flinch when Roger opens the car door and leans in. “Everything’s clear,” he reports, his eyes scanning both of us. “Some drawers are open in the bedroom, but other than that, the place is empty. He’s taken all his belongings. I doubt he’ll come back, but I’ll arrange for one of the guys to change the locks, just in case.”
“Thanks,” I say quietly as he returns the key. “I appreciate you checking.”
“Not an issue.” He extends a hand, helping me out of the car. Once I’m on my feet, he reaches back to assist Tatiana. “Let’s move, princess. I’m not staying here all night.”
“You’re such a jerk,” Tatiana mutters as she exits the car. “I don’t need a ride home in the morning. I’ll arrange something else.”
“I’ll be here at eight. Don’t think about finding an alternative, or I’ll inform Daddy that you’re disregarding my instructions and your safety might be compromised.” His tone is harsh, a stark contrast to how he’s treated me. “Be ready, or face the consequences.”
“Whatever,” she whispers, joining me as we head toward the entrance of my apartment building. The tension between them is palpable—she wants to throttle him, and he’s clearly irritated with her.
He waits until we’re inside before driving off, leaving us to tackle the two flights of stairs slowly. After a few minutes, we reach the second floor. Thankfully, my apartment is just around the corner. We stop outside the door, and Tatiana slumps against me.
“I didn’t plan on cardio tonight,” she says, huffing. I can’t disagree.
The keys jingle as I select one and insert it into the lock. When it clicks, I turn the knob and push the door open. I hold my breath, my heart feeling heavy.
“I hate him,” Tatiana says as she heads for the kitchen to grab some water, while I cautiously step inside. Memories of our time together replay in my mind—movie nights, arguments, intimacy. The sense of despair overwhelms me. There were good times, but mostly, there was loneliness.
“Roger?” I mumble, only half paying attention.
“Yeah, him too. They’re both jerks,” Tatiana says, lifting her glass.
We’ve repeatedly agreed tonight that I’m better off without Luciano. His cheating forced me to confront the end of our relationship sooner than I would have.
“I guess I should start packing,” I say, kicking off my shoes. I could barely manage the rent with Luciano contributing, and without him? It’s not feasible.
“I don’t want to go to France now,” Tatiana says, pouting and leaning in for a hug, but almost toppling over in her high heels. “Why did he have to break your heart just before I leave?”
“It’s okay. It was going to end eventually,” I tell her. “Take off those shoes before you injure yourself and have to hobble around on crutches during your trip.” I find it easier to focus on her needs than deal with my own emotions.
I cried my heart out in the car after Roger picked us up. It wasn’t just about the end of the relationship. It was the betrayal and lies. I invested so much into being with him that I lost sight of who I was and what I wanted. I compromised my standards for someone who didn’t care about me, and I discovered the hard way.
Tatiana’s eyes light up with excitement.
“I’m not sure I like that look,” I admit.
She grins widely. “You probably don’t, but I don’t care because I’ve got the best idea ever.”
“Go on,” I say, gesturing for her to continue.
“Okay, listen up.” She pauses for dramatic effect. “You should come to France with me. It’d be way better than sticking around here and dealing with that jerk. We could shop, hit the beach, and eat all the pastries until we can barely move.” She clasps her hands over her chest, her eyes sparkling.
I can’t help but smile at the thought. For a brief moment, I can almost see us doing that.
But then reality sets in. As tempting as it is to escape for a month, especially if it means leaving Luciano and everything behind, there’s the practical side to consider. Adult responsibilities are a buzzkill.
“I can’t. I’m starting a new job soon, and calling in for the entire first month doesn’t seem like a good start. Plus, I need the money. From now on, I’ll be footing all the bills myself.” The words nearly catch in my throat, but I push them out.
The realization that I spent five years with someone who ultimately betrayed me hits hard.
Tatiana scowls. “I could help with that—”
“No,” I cut her off. Her shocked expression is clear. I take a deep breath before continuing. “It’s my life, my responsibility. I need to handle things on my own. I appreciate you wanting to support me, but I need to manage this myself.”
“What will you do then? Where will you live?” She’s clearly worried, probably more than I am. Her chin quivers, and her concern about leaving me here alone is evident. “I can’t leave knowing you’re struggling. What if he tries something?”
“I’ll manage,” I reassure her. “I could always move back home. My dad would definitely take me in.” I try to sound optimistic, but the thought fills me with disappointment and dread.
I could tough it out and save up for a decent place eventually. My father would welcome me back, but the thought of moving back after managing on my own is daunting. He’s been eager for me to return since I first left, and I worry he’d find ways to convince me to stay, citing every possible danger of living alone.
“You know how it would be. No offense, but your dad is extremely overprotective. How can you go back to that after being independent for so long?”
“You’re not helping,” I say with a wry smile.
Tatiana kicks off her shoes and snaps her fingers. “Wait, I’ve got it.” She heads into the bedroom, unzipping her dress.
“What now?” I ask, following her.
I glance around the room. Roger was right; Luciano left drawers open and empty hangers behind. At least he didn’t damage anything.
“What’s this brilliant idea of yours?” I prompt.
Tatiana chuckles, clearly absorbed in her thoughts. “What if you stay at my place, in my wing, while I’m away?”
Whoa.
I pause, rifling through my dresser for clean pajamas for both of us. “I’m not sure about that…”
“Why not? It’s perfect,” Tatiana says, flopping onto the bed after clearing away some hangers.
Our bed. The thought makes me wince. I need to stop fixating on him and what was lost. The questions swirling in my mind—how long he was cheating, whether he ever brought someone else here—are overwhelming. I’m on the verge of being sick.
Tatiana continues, her excitement evident. “You’d have the whole wing to yourself. My dad’s usually tied up with work, so he won’t mind. It would give you time to find a new place without rushing. Plus, you could even stay long-term if you wanted. The house is huge; we could stay in our separate wings and be roommates.”
On one hand, it seems like an ideal solution. I’d have a place to stay without the immediate pressure of finding a new home while settling into my job. On the other hand, even with the alcohol making things feel lighter, I’m wary. Living with Gianni without Tatiana there is a risky idea. What was once a harmless attraction could become something more complicated now that I’m single.
I chew on my bottom lip, torn between the practical benefits and the potential pitfalls. The weight of the decision feels heavy, making it hard to breathe.
Did he see me? Did he know I was watching him on the patio with that woman?
I try to convince myself that he didn’t actually notice me. That it was all in my head. That to him, I’m still just his daughter’s friend, a kid—nothing more. But what if he did see me? Why hasn’t he confronted me if he knew?
The other issue is living so close to the man I’ve admired for years. It might add a bit of excitement and thrill to my otherwise mundane days. Plus, I’d rather not spend all my time dwelling on my breakup with Luciano.
“It’s better than moving back in with my dad,” I admit. I love him, but he’s been different since my mother died—not in a grieving way, but in a way that’s left him angry and bitter. The unresolved murder of my mother haunts him deeply.
As a police officer, he’s obsessed with solving every crime, and I can’t imagine the toll it takes on him. I’ve come to terms with my mother’s death and accepted that I can’t change the past. What matters now is the future. My father, however, remains stuck in his grief.
Staying with Tatiana is looking more appealing by the minute.
“We’ll need to check with your dad first,” I suggest.
“Please.” Tatiana scoffs as she heads to the bathroom. “I doubt he’ll even notice you’re there.”
My throat tightens, recalling the intense look in Gianni’s eyes when he was with that woman—the lust and desire. This idea feels risky. Because deep down, I want him to notice me. I want him to feel the same longing I do. I want him to see me as more than just Caterina, his daughter’s friend.
Gianni"That's it, baby. Open up and let me see just how eager you are. Show me what I desire."Damn it. A low, involuntary sound escapes me as the fantasy consumes my thoughts. No matter where I am or what I'm doing, right now, I'm at my desk getting ready for a meeting in thirty minutes. But the meeting—about the status of several new cargo planes for our shipping expansion—seems insignificant compared to the overwhelming distraction in my mind.This plan has been in the works for months and has required countless hours of research, vetting, and inspection. We’re close to finalizing the deal with the current owner of the small air fleet, and somehow, all I can do is sit here and do everything in my willpower to resist the ache in my cock.She’s sitting in front of me, her thighs spread wide to reveal the pink, shining slice of heaven between them. Fuck, business is the furthest thing from my mind, my tongue craving each drop of sweet nectar that will inevitably leak from her perfect
“Thank you for your time. I expect the signed contract in my inbox by the end of business tomorrow.”The seller and his legal team grunt their agreement. Roger, ever the professional, extends an offer to answer any further questions they might have.It’s all just a formality. I’m offering twice the value of the planes, fully confident they’ll boost our profits by thirty percent in no time. Sometimes, being generous is part of the strategy. Turning down my offer would be foolish.Roger’s knowing grin reflects his agreement.“Nice work,” I tell him, loosening my tie as the video call concludes.“Want a drink?” he offers.I decline. “I’m going to grab some coffee from the kitchen.” As I rise, I add, “You should take the rest of the night off. You’ve been burning the candle at both ends.”He looks puzzled. “Since when is working too many hours a problem?”Given that I’m anticipating a special visitor and would prefer not to be interrupted, I’d rather not have him around. I’m unsure whethe
CaterinaFuck it! I promised myself I wouldn't let this happen again. I vowed to stop feeling sorry for myself, but here I am, sitting at Gianni’s desk with fresh tears streaming down my face. I should have held off on breaking down until I reached Tatiana’s part of the house. When she told me her father had the keys, I planned to grab them quickly and retreat to the bedroom. Instead, the moment I clutched the keys, all my suppressed emotions surged back.Everything I managed to keep under control during the frantic packing and landlord negotiations came flooding out, and once the tears started, they wouldn't stop.The reality of it all feels almost unbearable. All that remains are feelings—despair, anguish, heartbreak. The void in my chest widens with every thought. Yes, my relationship with Luciano was deteriorating, and we were probably heading towards a breakup, but that doesn’t make the pain any less. He was my first love, my first serious relationship.My despair quickly turns t
But I don’t want to be good. I don’t want to make the choice everyone expects of me. I’ll never break free if I stay in this cage.“Yes,” I whisper. “I want you.”“Damn,” he growls, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. “You have no idea what you’ve just invited. I need to see you. I want to see how you made yourself come, how you touched yourself until you were desperate for more, wishing it was my tongue and fingers inside you.”The intensity of his words hits me, and a shiver runs down my spine. This feels so wrong, and yet I crave it. Tatiana’s face flashes in my mind—what if she finds out? My hesitation is short-lived. An animalistic growl escapes him as his fingers slip from my chin and move to the waistband of my leggings. I gasp as he swiftly pulls them down, the cool air against my heated skin making me shiver.He throws the leggings aside and focuses back on me. When he places his large hands on my knees, I manage to find my voice. “What are you doing?”He pause
GianniThe last few days have been a complete mess. I’ve had to fight every urge to go into the other wing of the house and claim Caterina, trying to make up for my earlier jerk behavior. The things I said in that moment—damn, I wish I could take them back. After everything she’s been through with her ex, I was way out of line. I’m an idiot, and behaving like that is par for the course for me.It would’ve been different with anyone else, but Caterina is not just anyone. I know I shouldn’t want her. I know we shouldn’t continue what happened that night, and that pushing her away was the right call. She probably thinks the worst of me, and frankly, I don’t blame her. Logically, I should know better, but right now, I just don’t give a damn.I don’t regret what happened between us. But that doesn’t make it right. No matter how much I try to distance myself or push her away, I know deep down she will eventually be mine.“The funds have been wired, and I’ve got confirmation from the seller.
It’s this or charge across the room and ravish her on the floor. I’m barely in control of myself. My gaze darts over her, taking in every inch of creamy flesh. I follow a bead of water as it rolls down her chest, soaking into the towel, barely covering the swell of her tits.Will she run?Part of me hopes she does. I’d chase her down, and fuck her hard against the floor, just to teach her a lesson. She only hesitates a moment before taking the first step. That’s the hardest part, taking the first step into the unknown. But it’s not really the unknown that gets you; it’s the fear of leaving what you know, what you understand.Now she’s mine.She’s made her decision.She chose to obey, and now she is mine.“What I really came here for was to punish you,” I murmur as she crosses the room and stumbles over her feet at the announcement. “Don’t worry. That’s not what’s on my mind now.”“What is?” Her voice cracks, matching the fear in her eyes.“Come here, and I’ll show you.”Somehow, she tr
CaterinaHis words leave me questioning everything. Does he want just a physical connection, or is there something deeper here? I want to ask, but I’m afraid of adding more confusion to my already chaotic emotions. It feels like I’ve landed on a new, unfamiliar world.With Luciano, things were never like this—Gianni was right. As unsettling as it was to gag on him, it was also thrilling. Each compliment and thrust spurred me on to please him even more. I wanted to be the one who made him happy, who made him come.The salty tang of his cum still lingers on my tongue. Before now, I had never swallowed. It wasn’t half as bad as I expected. If anything, I feel closer to him than I ever did before. Even through the worst of it, we were in it together. He pushed my boundaries, but I wanted it.My thighs rub together, the insides slick with the juices of arousal by the time he helps me to my feet.Another first.Just having him in my mouth, listening to his grunts and the filthy things he said
“That’s right,” he mutters, wrapping the cuff around my left wrist, cinching the metal buckle until I wince from the pressure. “You need to learn, and this is the only way I can teach you.”I’m as confused as ever, even though my body’s all-in. Blood racing, skin flushed, the ache between my thighs so intense I could cry. If he doesn’t touch my pussy soon, I might die.“We need to break down those walls you’ve built around yourself,” he continues in a deceptively smooth voice, cuffing my left ankle, then my right. “You’ve spent your entire life telling yourself not to go too far. Haven’t you?”I nod, watching him test the strength of the restraints with a sharp tug. He’s efficient like he’s done this before. I guess if he has restraints lying around like this, it means he’s experienced.If I could pick anybody to introduce me to these dark delights, I’m glad it’s him. That thought eases the tension in my shoulders and back, making it easier to settle against the pile of pillows behind