Slowly, I walk around, looking at everything, running my hands over his pristine collection of fine wool suits and his perfectly shined shoes. I smirk a little, thinking that Kent is kind of a dandy…but…that I’d probably never be brave enough to say that to his face. “He just likes to look good,”
Deciding that none of the first seven drawers are right for me – and honestly, feeling a little like picky little Goldilocks at this point saying “too hot” or “too cold,” I move to the eighth drawer. My hands slow when I pull it open and see the silkiest little nightgown in gunmetal grey. I gasp a
I laugh a little, but then wince as he squeezes a bit. “What?” he asks, pulling away from me and looking down at my body. “Does it hurt?” “Just a little tender,” I mumble, which is true. I had looked at my butt in the mirror this afternoon, curious to see it pleasantly pink where Kent had smacke
The noise runs through me like a gun being shot off in the room and I’m suddenly, instantly, gaspingly awake, looking around for whatever horrible apocalyptic thing is shrieking for us to run, to hide, to flee – But then, almost in the next instant, I realize that it’s just that fucking alarm cloc
While all the while, Kent’s been…making space for me. Here. In his super cozy secret lair. I bite my lip as my smile fades from my lips, as I look seriously at him and consider…well, what that means. Kent gives me a brash little smile and leans forward, planting a quick kiss on my lips. “Don’t o
Jerome and I each give a little shout of surprise as I smack bodily into him.I stumble back a few steps, wheeling my arms a little to find my balance. Jerome is there, luckily, catching me by the shoulders and holding me steady. “Well, Miss Fay,” he says, his voice hardly more than a whisper as
I take a deep breath in through my nose, realizing suddenly that even though I’ve written him off a bit, Jerome is kind of a player in this game. Young, not with a lot of power yet, but that he could make moves, if he wanted to. “What?” Jerome asks, seeing me study him. “What are you thinking?”
I make myself a little espresso before heading up the stairs because, if I’m going to be up at 4:30 in the morning, I’m at least going to be caffeinated. And then the hours pass more quickly than I thought they would. I shower, fix my hair, and change into the clothes that are delivered promptly at
My dad greets him with such genuine joy and excitement that it makes my heart swell with joy. They talk for a few minutes about Dominic’s day before dad gives him a little nudge back towards the gate where Kent and I are waiting. Dominic gives dad a kiss before running ahead again. My dad waves to
“Papa!” Dominic shouts, startling me out of my reverie as he drops my hand and darts down the road. I look up, a huge smile breaking out on my face again as I see Kent on the sidewalk just ahead. His back is to us as he speaks companionably with the butcher, a heavy bag of his purchases already hung
As I walk down the street towards the little Italian kindergarten, the whispers start around me, as they always do. I listen to all of them, a big German Shepherd padding quietly at my heels. “Is that her?” “Yes, that’s the one – I heard she was her husband’s mistress before he married her – tha
Both Kent and I laugh, but Don Bianci – across the baptismal font from us – snaps his eyes up, perhaps not liking the joke as much as we do. But I just ignore it, because dad’s right, frankly – and it’s too happy a day to care. After the final blessing everyone applauds Dominic – he likes that, bl
“Well, it didn’t seem to affect your first very badly,” Ivan says with a shrug, peering around Kent to where Daniel is laughing with an arm around Jerome’s shoulders. “So…maybe keep it up.” I smirk, squeezing Ivan’s hand once more before standing and moving to Kent’s side, tucking myself against h
“Hey, gorgeous,” Ivan says, his mouth turned up in a smirk as I cross the churchyard, beaming at him. “Look who’s talking,” I say, laughing and reaching for him when I come close enough. Ivan wraps me in a hug, dropping a kiss to my cheek as I hold Dominic a bit to the side so he doesn’t get squis
He laughs, smiling at me genuinely. “Do I make you nervous?” he asks, blunt. I laugh, unable to help it. “Has no one bothered to tell you, in all these years, that you’re a little terrifying, Don Bianci?” He grins and shakes his head at me. “Well, considering what you accomplished, young lady, I
Two months later, we’re all gathered together again. And it is only with frustration that I see Gio and Janeen standing so close together that their arms nearly brush, even though they’re still not together. I roll my eyes, dismissing the problem for a moment as I move my eyes down to Dominic and
It's an incredible night. Kent didn’t lie, not at all, about the food either. I’m shocked by the mountains of dishes that continue to follow each other, one after another, long into the night. After a few hours of it I just mournfully watch the waiters go by because I couldn’t eat another bite if I