Giancarlo“It's so nice to finally have you around, Mr Caruso.”Claire's mother's voice came out in a rather pleasant home, a wide smile plastered to her face. Like Claire, she had auborn hair and a very pretty face. Her face makes her look you get than her age.“Please, call me Giancarlo.” I returned the friendliness, a bit uncomfortable with the formal name.“Well then, Giancarlo.”Like planned, we were having a family dinner in Claire's apartment. My grandad willingly agreed to it with no hassle, he had even volunteered to bring Enzo and I here.My eyes darts towards Claire's sister, Elizabeth, like they had introduced her. She was the very quiet type with sleek brunette hair and green eyes, brighter than Claire's. I had a feeling this was not the first time I was seeing her.“You have beautiful daughters, might I say.” My grandfather spoke, s
ClaireA lot of things have happened tonight, but Eliza speaking to Giancarlo in that tone was not one I expected. The whole table turned towards her, completely shocked by her outbursts.“Excuse me?” Giancarlo was just as shocked as everybody, too shocked to think of proper words to say.“You heard me, you are not going anywhere with my sister.”“Eliza…” I tried to talk to her, but my father beat me to it.“Elizabeth, what's wrong? Why would you say something like that to your sister's fiancé?”Yeah right, fiancé indeed…“Dad, it just doesn't make sense to me. Don't you smell anything fishy? Even Claire and his best friend here didn't know the trip was happening?”Her voice was calm and collected, a complete contrast to what mine would've been was I in her shoes.L“The trip is alr
“May I join you ladies.”Penelope and I darted our gaze towards the owner of the voice and a smile crept up my face.“Enzo! Fancy seeing you here. Of course you can join us.”“Hi.” He threw a light greeting towards Penelope, but she was too stuck staring at him to breathe a response. I almost laughed at her behaviour, but I didn't want to give her away.“Looking beautiful as always, Claire.”“Oh please, don't flatter me.”I blushed slightly, laughing gently to cover up the blush.“I don't flatter, I state facts. I'm sure your friend would agree with me.”He turned his gaze to Penny and she blurted out the first words that came to her mouth.“Oh yes, yes, horses can fly. I totally agree with you?”“Penny!” I called in an embarrassing tone, and she snapped out
I couldn't exactly tell how long it was. A few days? Weeks? All I knew was that it wasn't up to months since I started living with Giancarlo.Since the last fight with them, my parents haven't even tried to put effort into our relationship, which kind of just gave me a solid ground on the fact that I might not be their daughter.I resumed work as usual and though a few times Giancarlo tried to make me quit, but I was solid on my ground. Though we acted like a sweet couple in public or in front of his grandfather.“Ughh….. that bright colour again. Your tastes for weird colours make you look childish.”I turned at the sound of Giancarlo's voice, almost dropping the plate in my head. Rolling my eyes, I set my eyes back to the table. Lately, he's been getting on the tips of my nerves. If it wasn't my choice of colours, it was my choice of clothing, or the way I do things.“It's not my faul
GiancarloThe colour riot silk scarf she had around her neck with the bright green blazers she had on was the first thing that caught my attention.“Ohhh what a beautiful scarf you have on. I didn't see you this morning, would've given you my compliments.” I said, the side of my lips tugging up in a smile. She glared at me but rolled her eyes without giving me a response.“Now's not the time to be sarcastic.” Enzo chided, a little bit too serious.“What's all this about, Enzo? Is the world coming to an end?”“Close to it.”“What's wrong? What's going on? Is it something about me?” Claire asked. You could see the nerves swimming in her eyes.“You might want to sit down to hear it.”We all sat down on the sofa. Enzo and Claire in one while I sat on the one opposite of theirs.“I think your g
Claire's sister was the last person I expected to run into at a place like this. She's just someone you would see tucked away at family functions, not lurking in the shadows of a dive bar.I stared at her, her eyes quietly observant and her demeanor as composed as ever, contrasting starkly with the raucous energy around us. “That sentence should be coming from me.” “Why?” She asked in her ever so calm voice. She was a complete opposite of Claire. “You don't strike me as someone who drinks, and clearly not someone who comes to a bar.” “Too bad I didn't meet your righteous expectations.” “Hmm.” I hummed in response.That wasn't the case at all. At this point, I doubt anybody in this age doesn't take alcohol. She just didn't look like someone to be in a loud and razzy place. “What are you doing here?” She asked as the bartender poured me yet another shot. “The same reason as you are.” “Did you lose a court case because of an evidence you didn't review yourself?” I stared at her
ClaireThe music thumped through the room, the heavy beats of Cardio B’s wap, reverberating in my chest, loud enough to drown out my own thoughts. I spun on my toes, hands on my knees as Ilved my waist up down while staring at myself in the mirror. I was elated from the Idea of it all. No clothes, no worries—just me, my music, and the giddy pulse of excitement.The bass dropped, and I bent lower, hair wild around my face, body moving in a rhythm that everyone knew. I was lost in it, completely untethered, until I turned around and melt eyes crashed with gray orbsI froze.He stood there, his eyes partly open, his lips tugged into a smile. He seemed completely unbothered by the fact that he just walked in on me naked. His expression was nothing compared to what I expected.Oh. My. God. Is that how unappealing I look?“What the—Can't you fucking knock?” The hands of the clock began to move again, and suddenly, I was hyper aware of everything—my bare skin, the alarming fact that I was
Giancarlo “Sir, I was about to bring in some things to you.” Sydney's voice stopped me the moment I stepped out of my office to go have lunch.“What are they about?” I asked, stopping and turning around to face her.“We wanted to know what the theme for this year's gala would be?” “I thought we had a team for that?”“Yes, but they wanted to know if you would have any preferences. You know last year you—”“Tell them I say they can deal with it. I don't want to hear anything about the gala, all I want to do about it is attend it.” I said, cutting her short. I already have a lot to deal with, and an annual gala wouldn't be added to it.“Alright, sir.” “Is that all?” “Yes sir.” She nodded with a smile on her face before taking her seat as I turned around to leave.I walked into the cafeteria expecting nothing more than the usual hum of conversation and the comforting aroma of coffee and food. I was walking towards the counter when a voice stopped me. “Excuse me?” I turned to the dir
Claire.I was sure the arteries and everything connected to my heart had been unplugged and carelessly flung to the floor with wickedness, darkening in fear as the fell helplessly to the ground.I opened my mouth to breathe but no air seemed to enter. Instead they just bathe my heated nose and teased the hairs in my nose with the promise of entry. My senses reeled with the situation, fear stringing itself into my blood and transferring its power to different parts of my body, making me dizzy with trepidation.They were here! Here for me!! The painful thought sat like an indigested meal in my stomach, refusing to travel much to any other place in my body.At last there was nowhere I could run to, no place to hide, nothing to do. I was to face and dance to that music which I certainly had not budgeted nor planned for.I paced the floor, panic wrapped around me like a cloak and Elizabeth looking at me with shocking, judgemental eyes.Her lawyer gaze was already registering me as a suspe
Giancarlo.I looked intensely at Lorenzo, lips pursed in anger and chin stiff with concentration, to gauge if what he has just said was a joke or not. How could Grandpa be arrested? My heart raced with the thought and my stomach knotted.A whole Ettore? I thought warily, tossing Lorenzo's sentence back and forth in my mind, chewing on my inner cheeks and finding it hard to come to a perfect conclusion.After few seconds, heart relaxing and brain accepting the finality of my imperfect, hollow conclusions, I accepted the thought that Lorenzo might be pulling my legs, trying to joke with me like he had sometimes done.Grandpa could never be arrested, I affirmed in my head. I was sure of that. He was too big a man to be brutally arrested for any crime. And to think of it? Was Grandpa even strong enough to stand on his own, not to talk of murdering someone as strong and muscled as Theodore?I chuckled softly, hands hitting my legs with amusement and lips so wide apart that the edges of my
Giancarlo."Oh, you can come in," I opened the door wider with a smile dancing on my lips, happiness feeling my brain like a fog and relief sitting perfectly in my pulmonary vein.My smile widened as they stepped in, no other shadow lurking around nor trying to follow behind them. They looked confusedly at me, trying to make out the reason behind my cheeriness as they walked further into the room.There was no doubt that my smile was genuine and from my heart for my beating heart had slowed down to nearly normal and my wheezing brain was almost perfect in its reasoning. It was a miracle that I had been able to remain calm despite everything that had been running in my head at the time and not given myself away to Claire."How have you been?" I heard Lorenzo's hard sniffle, loud and clear immediately after he asked the question, scanning the room with his hawk eyes and standing still to come to conclusions.Could he tell that we had just concluded a marathon sex? I wondered, embarras
Claire.Oh God, could things get any more worse? My breathing got louder and my deep swallowing felt like a falling rock, throat hurting much like a soar throat.My stomach churned with every fearful thought that graced my aching mind and my ribs cracked with every sharp inhale I took. I bit my lips hard untill I tasted blood and I clutched tight on Carlo's skin almost certain I had dipped my fingers into his flesh. My ears rang with the thought that the police were after me and seeking to devour my body, soul and spirit. It didn't matter that it was for something that I was one hundred percent innocent in. Knowing my mom, she must have formulated a lie to make her claim more valid, manufacturing a perfect story and scene that would send the cops hovering over me like a much-needed oxygen within minutes.My breast felt heavy with those many thoughts as I remained entangled in Carlo's embrace, naked as a newborn baby and holy as a virgin.It wasn't a surprising fact that our naked b
Claire.My chest knotted and my heart pounded as I read the news headline, my head swarming and eyes blinking rapidly to be certain that I had not seen wrong and that my ears hadn't mistaken the female reporter's spick and span voice.What was she even saying? My blood level fell, goosebumps sprouting from my skin and my ears twitching with the unfortunate news that went straight to the pit of my stomach.I looked to Carlo for an explanation and he too was shocked, more shocked than I thought I was. His eyes were wide opened, bulging like a stubborn boil and hanging open like an open pot. Colour had drained from his face—his whole body, lashes remaining unblinking and eyes staring into space."Carlo," my worry drew back to him, forgetting for a moment the weight of the situation on me; the reason Theodore committed suicide and the best way I could stop myself from connecting the sad dots together. "Are you okay?" I asked him, concern weighing heavy in my heart and twisting it painfu
Giancarlo.I could read the fear in her eyes as I spoke about doggy. I knew she enjoyed doggy or had enjoyed the doggy that day so I was going to give it to her no matter what. Her satisfaction was my priority and I was more than ready to give her that.Whether I collapsed after or not wouldn't be a problem. "I'll just rise again," I tried to assure myself as I looked at her fear-stricken eyes, that were growing watery."It's fine, Claire. I won't collapse, I promise". I winked reassuringly at her, trying to uplift her spirit."We'll do it on the bed and you won't have to stand.” The fear reduced in her eyes but didn't disappear completely as she spoke, voice trembling and low.She wriggled her fingers nervously, kneeling on the bed and giving me a pleading look. "You'll take it easy, won't you?" She looked like she was going to cry as she pouted at me, hands pulling into a pleading position."Come on," my heart softened the more as her pink lips pouted and her blue-green eyes grew
Claire.I returned almost immediately, my urge burning hotter and my heart dancing in a flame of fiery passion, pulling my nipples upright again.I wanted to suck his dick so bad that my mouth ached and my tongue lolled out, falling helplessly over my lower lip.His dripping cum was so sexy to look at that I fought with little chance of winning, to resist the urge to grab his dick and lick them all up.His standing figure and dangling pink penis was hungry to be grasped, watching me with puppy eyes and begging me to give in to the tempting thought.I gave up on trying to fight my cravings and caved in, pushing all rational thoughts from my mind and letting the moment engulf my senses like smoke.I lifted myself in one blow and grabbed the slightly weak penis and pushed it into my mouth, pushing it deeper to the back of my tongue and bending my neck a little backwards.I began to suck the remaining cum that was dripping from his dick, savoring the taste wonderfully and wishing he had c
Claire.I squirted uncontrollably, legs vibrating like a freezing hen and some of the liquid pouring on his face, bathing him like a shampoo and staining his red cheeks with its milky color.To my surprise he licked them all up, tongue dangling outside in a seductive way that turned me on the more. He went down again, hands widening my legs the more for easier access and tongue flicking the topmost part of my vagina hungrily.He licked all of the squirt, taking time to lick most of them from my clitoris and breathing oxygen to cool it down. My head went back in satisfaction as the pleasure increased more than the last, slowly taking over my thinking faculty and pulling me closer to the brink of slipping out of consciousness.But he stopped, hands still pulling my legs apart and head raised, smiling at me with his lips and his eyes, some squirt dangling on his chin. “I love you,” he said with emotions sitting comfortably in his eyss. The words sent more shivers into my body, filling m
Claire.I didn't even know where it had all began, whether it had been from the hospital or from the cab we just alighted from. My mind was swimming in ecstasy, hands searching for places in Carlo's body to explore, brain blank but echoing with the feeling of his hands under my thighs, hot and promising and not the least deterred by the short I was putting on.My eyes danced with a merger of love and lust blinded by it so much that nothing else made sense nor mattered. I couldn't even remember anything but his presence beside me, domineering and sexy, making me feel more loved than I had ever felt in my entire life. How we had escaped the hospital was a wonder to me. All I remembered were his touches that tingled my skin with pleasures and that kept multiplying tenfolds with his fast moving fingers. My mind was dazzled with just the fire in his eyes, burning so fiercely that it was enough to roast a cow.We were already crashing into our room, mouth plunged in each other's and hand