*Bianca*
The scent of jet fuel lingered in the air, so pungent like acid that I swear I could taste it on my tongue with every breath I took. I wrinkled my nose in distaste but held Amara’s hand tightly as I walked her up to the private jet sitting motionlessly on the airfield.
Only a few workers moved back and forth, dressed in neat white uniforms without any logos. I still couldn’t believe that Leo owned his own private jet. It seed a little extravagant for just a real estate owner but considering all my suspicions that were just piling up, I was starting to think he was more than that.
“I got to admit, Arica is much better than I thought it would be,” Amara rambled happily, dragging along her wheeled luggage behind us as she held my hand in the other. “I thought for sure the food would be terrible like everyone says but to my surprise - it was delicious!”
I laughed at her bright expression, biting my tongue and not wanting to burst her bubble by telling her I was pretty sure the food we ate was only so good because Leo owned private chefs and we went to so pretty upscale restaurants.
If she saw what a corndog was, I’m pretty sure she would faint.
Still, I grinned at her as she rambled on about her favorite dishes, trying to take my mind away from the looming goodbye we had ahead of us. Having her here was such a relief, even just for such a short while. It made the compound feel brighter and more at ho.
But we both knew she couldn’t stay forever.
She had her own life back in Italy, her family waiting for her and just as I ca here for a better life, she was doing the sa back in our hotown. I couldn’t keep her from that because of my selfishness.
As we reached the stairs leading to the jet, Amara finally let go of my hand, turning to face with a big grin. I could see the sadness in her eyes though, mirroring my own and I jumped forward to pull her into a huge hug.
“I’ll call and text you every day,” I whispered, choking back on a sob as I realized this was where we parted.
“And I’ll answer,” Amara said, voice thick as tears slipped down her face. “I love you so much, Bianca, alright? You’re my best friend and...” She pulled back, facing determinedly even as tears slipped out of her eyes.
She grabbed my cheeks, my lips pursing at how much force she used as she pulled close.
“You don’t let him win, okay?” she demanded, fiercely. “That bastard is not the death of all good n. He’s trash but not everyone is. You go out there and go for what you want and if it just so happens to be a hot hunk with pretty blue eyes who may also be your roommate, then you go for it, you understand ? Don’t waste a single mont.”
I blushed, but nodded firmly, if only so she’d let go of the bruising grip she had on my face. She sniffed, finally letting go as she pulled into another hug, tearfully crying now.
“You deserve to be happy, Bianca. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,” She whispered aningfully, but once she let go, taking a step back, she smiled widely, “or I’ll punch them in the face.”
I burst into giggles at the sa ti she did and the mont of levity was enough to break from the sweet sadness of saying goodbye, just for a mont.
“I an it, Bianca. Even if it’s yourself,” she warned good-naturedly but I knew she was only half-joking. She turned around, lifting her bag to head up the stairs into the jet.
“Punching your best friend in the face? Doesn’t sound like a good friend to ,” I called out after her, wiping the tears from the corner of my eye as she climbed the stairs. She barely even paused, walking up backward so she could face and giving a firm look.
“A good friend knows how to punch their best friend in the face for their own good! Don’t test ! You will be happy, Bianca, I swear to God I will force it if I have to!”
Those were her last words to , giving a staredown before she grinned, waved, and slipped inside.
I stepped back, getting off the airstrip as they pulled up the stairs and I waited, watching patiently until the jet rumbled to life, the engine blaring loudly as it lifted off the strip and took off into the skies.
Amara was gone.
But as sad as I was, I also felt relief, staring out the window of the car as the driver took back to the compound. I had plenty of ti to think, mulling over Amara’s words and then my situation with Leo.
I haven’t regretted coming to Arica, going to school here, eting Leo, finally getting rid of Matteo, and spending ti with Amara. All of it had been amazing but the most amazing part was centered around that pair of irresistible blue eyes.
Amara was right.
I deserved to be happy.
And I finally knew what it was.
I arrived back at the compound in a daze, not sure if it was the heat from the weather outside or coming from sowhere inside but my skin felt like it was on fire as I rushed inside, barely rembering to take off my shoes as I rushed upstairs. All that was racing through my head was that I needed to see him.
To have his blue eyes on , hands caressing my skin leaving little trails of flas and his strong arms wrapped around like he could fend off the world for and never let go.
The urgency was strong enough to propel forward and I didn’t even know what I was going to do or say, I just wanted him so damn badly. I’d never felt like this with any man before but his na rang in my head over and over, the need to be in his arms driving forward.
The hallways all blurred into one but I didn’t feel lost like I had my first day here - sohow I knew the path to his room better than I knew my own. My heart thudded in my chest as I ran, pounding and my whole body felt like a fireball barreling through the halls.
I found his room straight away and I didn’t even think, just burst through the door, the cold tal of the knob still in my hand as I entered.
It was dark and I blinked rapidly to adjust as I searched the room- simple and gray but there I saw him.
Leo was sprawled out on the bed, only half covered by the comforter which was spilling onto the floor. His arms were thrown behind his head, he had clearly been sleeping before I threw open the door and the first thing I noticed with a deep blush was that besides a pair of dark loose boxers that hung low around his hips, he was completely bare.
“Bianca?” He sat up in bed, his muscles rippling around his stomach as he rubbed his eyes blearily. “What’s going on? Did sothing happen to Amara-”
I opened my mouth to explain, but nothing ca out. My eyes trailed hungrily across his body, the heat pooling in my lower belly as I took a few steps forward.
Fuck it all, I thought, throwing caution to the wind.
Leo didn’t have ti to question because the next second I had thrown myself on top of him, easily sliding over him and he gave a questioning look, flabbergasted but to , he was just too cute.
“Bianca?” His eyes were wide with lust and confusion and I smirked, gently placing my finger over his lips as I shushed him quietly.
“We can talk after,” I said softly.
“After what?” he whispered and I could feel the vibration of his words against my finger as he spoke. I humd, giving a sultry look as I wrapped my fingers into his hair, smashing our lips together.
It was the first ti I had taken control and it was warm and wet and sloppy but I didn’t care in the slightest. My blood was singing, and my body quickly relaxed as I lted into his arms.
He didn’t need to be told anything else after that, letting our bodies speak as he laid his hands loosely around my hips, letting know I could pull away and he would stop whenever I wanted.
But I didn’t want it to stop.
I wanted him.
Slow and soft turned to hurried and passionate frenzy as our kiss deepened, leading the way as my hands trailed down to his neck I let out a soft moan as he swirled his tongue the way that I liked and I bit down on his bottom lip, pulling it as we broke apart for air.
I wasted no ti, putting my hands over his chest and pushing him down under . As soon as he was where I wanted, I pulled off my top, throwing it off sowhere and he stared at , blue eyes unblinking and full of appreciation as I uncovered my body.
I slipped off my shorts, leaving in only my panties as I sat on top of his hardened mber under his boxers and I rocked slowly, both of us groaning from the contact. He cupped one of my breasts in his hand as I leaned over him, grinding him slowly, and took one rosy nub into his mouth.
Every inch of was a fla as I pleasured myself on top of him, a ss between us and I could feel him growing bigger and hardened, straining against the fabric like he wanted to reach up and slide himself inside of .
It was that image and that of his eyes locked deeply on as he sucked on my breasts that had gasping his na as I ca on top of him.
I was still riding that high when Leo took the mont of my distraction to shed the rest of our clothing, his mber as stiff as wood as he gave it a few pumps, sliding it right where I needed it but not putting it inside.
“Leo,” I whined after I couldn’t take the teasing anymore and he chuckled.
“Gorgeous,” He murmured, lining himself up easily and thrusting upwards in one smooth move. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of my lungs, only able to gasp on air wordlessly but my toes were curling in pleasure as he slid out and then back in all at once.
I was filled with every inch of him, our hips eting straight to the bone and there wasn’t even a single space inside of left. It felt like too much and not enough all at once.
I couldn’t hold it back anymore, moaning loudly as I threw my head back and shut my eyes, eting him sloppily with every thrust.
He was steady, whispering how beautiful I was, of how much he needed and wanted but I couldn’t respond, only a writhing ss as he pounded into . Soon, he pulled under him, and the night continued longer and longer until both of us were a ss.
And when at last I was too exhausted to move even an inch more, he sighed as he pulled into his chest, wrapping up into his arms protectively.
After everything he’d done for , I didn’t think he could be any more perfect.
I was happy I was wrong.
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