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Michael
The drive back to the hotel from Thale’s was one reason I had decided against living in New York full-time. A soft rain fell as soon as I got into the car. It was a little past ten at night, but the traffic was still heavy. I looked out the window at the wet streets; the sidewalks were almost as heavily crowded as the road.
I came to town often for business, but I had handed over the New York interests to Thale and Ivanna, who worked together like a well-oiled machine. The differences in their personalities seemed to make them an even better fit than would have been otherwise impossible.
They had grown into a sort of a power couple on Wall Street, and I could sleep easy knowing that the Gates Conglomerate was in good hands. They made me want to have a family. Several years later, Thale still looked at Ivanna like she was the only woman in the world. It seemed impossible for him to go a few minutes without touching her. The feeling was quite mutual on Ivanna’s part as well.
I loved watching them. I felt a bit of jealousy arise when witnessing what they had. I wanted it for myself. I always shook off the feeling, however. After Alessia, I did not see myself settling down with anyone or putting in the time and effort it had probably taken Thale and Ivanna to develop what they shared at the moment.
Alessia crossed my mind once more. Every time I visited my brother, I did that. I thought about how naturally she would fit right in. Watching her walk away that night in Tuscany was the hardest thing in the world for me. My entire soul ached to chase after her, but I sat still and watched her walk out of my life.
Three months later, I still felt like I had made the wrong decision. There was nothing that could be done about it now, however. All Alessia had wanted was hot romance for a short time, and I had allowed myself to believe it was more. Enzo’s behavior toward his sister was another problem entirely. I had to do my best to prevent him from finding out what had really happened between us in Milan.
The car veered off the busy road into the parking lot of the hotel building, jolting me out of my thoughts. I headed up to my penthouse suite feeling completely wiped out. I had been on four flights in two days and could not wait to return to California. All I wanted to do was sleep for a week, but that was wishful thinking.
I got out of my suit in the living room and dragged myself into the bathroom in my briefs. My body had been screaming to take a break for months, even so, I pushed it mercilessly. Thale and Ivanna held down their end effectively, but they still needed me around the clock. My father's early retirement didn't help things.
The cold water splashed down my neck and back, loosening the tight muscles and joints. Some days, I felt like my age was catching up to me. This day falls under that category. I had not felt this tired in a long time, not since… not since I spent ten hours with Alessia.
The reaction to that recollection was instantaneous. I experienced a slight feeling of vertigo as blood rushed from my head to my shaft. My legs buckled, and I leaned on the glass wall for support. The memories of that beautiful night returned in a flood, ripping through my mind with unbelievable force.
I gripped my shaft, already hard as a boulder. I squeezed my eyes tight, clinging to a memory of Alessia as I took her from behind. It was just before the sun broke the skyline, and the room was dimly lit. She looked back at me with a wild, crazy smile on her face as she drove her butt into my thrusts.
I shuddered as I recalled the moment. I stroked my cock with deft movements, caring about nothing but the release. I moaned loudly and leaned against the wall, simulating the scene in my head. It was not long until I was released on the shower floor.
I heaved and breathed in relief as I finished, trying to catch my breath. I felt even worse than I did at the start; the pain of the loss is now more obvious. I tried to keep my head clear of Alessia when I was alone, knowing it would always end this way. No matter how many times I touched myself, it would not make up because Alessia was gone for good.
I turned off the water and wrapped myself in a robe. I had tried to speak to other women occasionally, but it had always proven to be a waste of time. Alessia had placed the bar too high, and I would need to find a way to move on to have a chance with anyone.
I got into bed feeling refreshed but drained. I turned off the lights and started drifting almost immediately into unconsciousness. A persistent vibration jolted me back to my irritation. I buried my head in the pillow, waiting for the ringing to stop. It did, and as I settled into bed, it began again.
I jumped up to turn my phone off, stopping when I saw that the call was an international number. I scratched my head as I tried to remember the country code. I did not need to think too long. It was an Italian number. Italy?
I did the time difference calculation in my mind. I had business ventures in Italy, and any of those businesses could be responsible for the call. I picked up the phone, exhausted, hoping the call did not last any longer than it absolutely needed to. “Hello,” I said in my strongest voice, not wanting to show how tired I was.
There was silence on the line, and I had to check to be sure the call was still connected. It was. “Hello, who’s this, please?” I tried again—more silence. Probably a butt dial, I thought as I made to end the call.
“Hi, Michael.”
I froze in place as I heard the voice. I pressed the phone tightly against my ear, not daring to believe it. There was no way, right? It was practically impossible. Still, I would have recognized that voice in the middle of an earthquake. That voice had moaned my name a million times. I would recognize that voice under the sea.
Alessia.
The fatigue I had been feeling disappeared. I took a deep breath, calming myself. “Hello, Alessia?”
“Yeah,” she said.
There was an instant flurry of hope and happiness inside me as Alessia confirmed it was she on the line. My rationality quickly overshadowed it. There was no point in getting excited. She had made it clear in her own words that she wanted nothing deep with me. The best thing to do was to listen and find out what was so important that she had to call me so late at night.
“What’s up?” I asked, a little too flippantly.
There was a long pause before she spoke. “I am sorry for calling you out of the blues like this, but I need to see you. We need to talk.”
“Okay,” I replied. “We can talk now. What’s up?”
“No, no, no,” she protested. Her voice sounded weird. It lacked its usual color and energy. “Not over the phone, Michael. I need to see you in person. Can I please come over?”
Her request to see me seemed so random and out of place. I couldn’t imagine what was going through her mind. “Sure, I guess. Are you in the US right now?”
