“What could be more important than your life right now?” Allegra burst out when we walked out of the hospital.
I gasped. “Nothing is more important than my life. I just have sothing to do”
She sighed.
I turned to face her. “I’ll be fine. I’ll undergo surgery as soon as possible, okay?”
“If you say so.”
“Thank you for today, Allegra.”
She smiled at . “It’s nothing.”
I stared at her, wondering if Lorenzo had led her on.
I an she’s just too nice to .
It’s so hard to understand the ways of the heart.
*******************
When I got ho, I got busy preparing dinner for the Queen.
“What are you cooking?” Mona complained walking into the kitchen.
“Fettuccine carbonara and a classic beef lasagne.”
“Okay that sounds and slls yummy already.”
“I moved the date of my show a bit forward, it’s happening next week.”
“What?”
“Yes and I want you to be there, you should be glad I’m offering you an invitation, I don’t normally care who cos and do not co to my show.”
I really wanted to be there.
I wanted to watch her dance on stage for the first ti but by then I would recovering from surgery.
“Can’t you like move the date backwards....let’s say in a month’s ti.”
“Why?”
“You know....you just started going back to your opera...”
“My dancers are ready. And I’m anxious to perform Giselle on stage....I can’t moved the date any longer...I already signed the mo for it to be held next week.”
“Oh that’s great.” I let out, dishing the als.
“Or you can’t make it? You have a business trip next week or sothing.”
“No...I can make it,but I’ll be there.”
“Good.” She snapped and sat on a stool in the breakfast bar.
I supposed I can have the surgery after her show.
I served the al and sat down to eat.
“Damn! This is so creamy. Where did you learn how to cook so well?”
I grinned. “My mother and I always did everything together back then. She even sotis dress up as a girl.”
I didn’t an my real mother.
I an, Ellie, the one I grew up with.
Mona laughed.
“I still have pictures of it though.”
“Can I see pictures of it?”
“No”
“Please....”
“So you can tornt with it...No.”
“Please beautiful.”
I snickered. “Oh shut up. Anyway, we always prepared the als together. I still loved to cook. So I worked on my skills over the years by learning more and new recipes.”
I sotis cook for my employees.
“That’s great.”
“But you know, Mona...I might be busy sotis and I won’t be able to cook for you...please eat the als Flora would prepare for you.”
She rolled her eyes. “What? Are you feeling like I’m addicted to your als or sothing.”
“I’m just managing it.”
“Okay...okay.” I agreed, amused as I watched her devour the al.
****************
*MONALISA*
My eyes opened the following morning to find myself in Lorenzo’s arms.
What the hell was he doing in my bed?
I tapped him, roughly.
“Wake the fuck up.”
His eyes opened and widened when they t mine.
He imdiately got off the bed.
“I’m sorry, I thought I would have retired to my room like always after making sure you’re sound asleep.”
I frowned. “Like always? You’ve been coming to my bedroom every night?”I asked, alard.
“Not every night but so nights,you seem troubled in your sleep...like em....you know nightmares and you always call a guy’s na...Julius.”
I was speechless.
“Don’t get wrong. I know you always think of the worse case scenario of things but I don’t pity you...I just like it when you’re sound asleep....it’s sort of like...I love watching you sleep.”
I swallowed.
“Since when have you been doing this?”
“Since the wedding night.”
I thought the nightmares had stopped on its own but he had been stopping it.
He had been putting a stop to the nightmares.
“Are you not going to ask about it?”I asked.
“I know that’s a sensitive part of your life. Though I’m curious to hear what happened from you but I won’t force you to tell anything.”
I can’t understand why he’s different.
He’s a man.
He’s supposed to be after my father’s partnership.
Or is this his plan?
To make think he’s different.
He moved closer to and spoke as if reading my mind.
“Not everyone has an hidden agenda, Mona...the first step at healing is making yourself free...stop being bothered by everything.”
How do I do that?
He stared down at as if I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
When did I beco beautiful?
My blood started pumping so fast.
I didn’t bother trying to put thoughts into words as he tossed up against the wall and kissed .
And I kissed him back.
I collapsed against the hard wall clinging to his hard chest.
I wanted him to recall that we shouldn’t be touching right now.
Even as I wanted him to break off the kiss, I let him devour my mouth as I did his.
He pressed closer and ran his hands over my body, squeezing my breasts and rolling his thumbs over my nipples.
I moaned into his mouth, needing more...needing him.
He broke the kiss off, resting his forehead on mine and letting out a shattered breath.
“We shouldn’t do this...why aren’t you stopping ?”
“Sto...stop.” I drawled which sounded more like “continue”
He nipped at the sensitive skin over my pulse and then kissed away the sting.
At the sa ti, he slipped his hand up my nightie and cupped my core, pressing his palm against where I needed him most.
“I want to have a taste of you...I’m desperate to”
I should stop him now...I really should.
But then he kissed again and lifted against him....his mouth never leaving mine and I wrapped my legs around his waist securely.
He cupped my butt with his big hands and walked toward the bed, his tongue gliding over mine.
I ran my hands over his chest...he was so hard and smooth.
Within seconds, I was on the bed and he was on top of .
His hand slipped up my inner thigh, teasing with almost-there touches.
Then the almost touching was gone and he had a hand inside my panties.
When he slid a finger inside of ...
I moaned and arched my back.”Yes.”
It felt so sweet.
“Shit, you’re so fucking tight.” He pulled back just enough to make scared that he felt disgusted by . “And so fucking mine.”
He moved his finger in and out of slowly.
The pleated was already building...intense...fierce...inescapable.
Slamming his mouth down on mine again, he moved his fingers over even faster.
I was so close.
Then it suddenly felt like I was watching the video.
That video.
The reality of what I was about to do hit .
“Stop!”
“What?” He inquired, his finger still deep inside of .
“Get off !”
Realizing that I was damn serious this ti, he slid off , taking his finger with him.
Frustration balled up in my stomach, making sick.
Sitting up, I smoothed my dress over my thighs with trembling hands.
“You.....”
“It’s getting late, I’ve got to get to work.” He cut in and left.
Ugh!
That shouldn’t have happened.
**************************
*LORENZO*
I rested my head against the tile wall.
I was naked and about to take my bath.
I stared at the finger that had been inside of her.
I brought it up to my lips and sucked on it.
Fuck!
She tasted so sweet that I craved more.
I turned on the shower hoping the cool water could make my hard on go away.
***************
I sat on the swivel chair in my office unable to get any work done.
“Shit, you’re so fucking tight.”
“And so fucking mine.”
My own words ran through my head.
What the fuck is wrong with ?
She can’t be mine.
She doesn’t even want to have sex with ....even as at tensed the mont had been.
Well...it’s a good thing she had stopped .
I an I can’t afford to be intimate with her.
It wouldn’t be good for my ntal health. She’s not my wife!
“So have you scheduled a date for your surgery?”Allegra asked walking into my office.
“Yeah, next week.”
“What? That’s too far, Lorenzo, this has already been too prolonged. You can’t afford to...”
“Allegra, It’s fine...I’ll get operated on next week and then I’ll be okay.”
“Why next week anyway?”
Because I wanna watch Mona on stage.
That’s just plain stupid.
Not able to give her an answer, I turned on my computer and got busy with work.
************************************
When I got ho that evening, I found Iron Lady sitting on the couch with her legs crossed.
“Sit, I was waiting for you.”She instructed.
Not in the mood for her drama, I headed upstairs.
“Lorenzo, I’m talking to you.”She said, walking up to .
“When you decide to talk to politely, I’ll listen.”
She raced up the stairs and stood in front of .
“It’s about this morning.”
“I know how this works, you want to forget about what happened...got it.”
“And it shouldn’t happen again.”
I nodded.
“Rember this marriage is ending soon, we can’t afford to get intimate with each other.”
Hearing her say the marriage is ending soon made feel sowhat sad.
Why am I sad?
She didn’t want to stay married to for long.
So what?
She wasn’t even my wife anyway.
“I understand.”
Sighing, I walked past her.
“You’ll still co to my show, right?”
I grinned...my heart leaping.
She really wanted to be on her show?
“Yeah, sure.”
The days that followed were pure torture for ...the symptoms increased.
I was vomiting frequently and always feeling weak.
Mona was preoccupied with the preparation of her show to notice and I was glad.
I wouldn’t want to bother her with my illness.
On the day of her show...I felt weaker.
Had the appendix ruptured?
I rested my head on the desk in my office.
Fuck...I hate this pain.
I stared at my wrist watch.
I was getting late for the show.
I would have to go to the hospital imdiately the show ends.
I forced myself to my feet.
This is nothing...I’m a strong person.
I walked passed Allegra’s desk trying not to let her notice anything.
But I failed.
She stood up.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Lorenzo.”She groaned.”You need to get yourself treated and get over this once and for all.”
“I will today...after Mona’s show...I promise.”
“Is this the reason? Because of her show? What the hell is wrong with you.”
I don’t know.
Reviews
All reviews (0)