“Hey,” I said, softly answering her call. A smile was already plastered on my face.
“Hey, how was the wedding?”
“It got even better when the bride got drunk and started singing,You don’t own meto my brother,” I laughed when I remembered Dior’s little performance.
“Oh my God, she did not. Your brother was probably pissed off.”
“You know Buddha. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder like a caveman. I done told him he met his match,” I chuckled, running a hand through my curly mohawk. There was an awkward pause between us before she spoke again.
“Are you still mad with me?” I thought about her question and smiled with a shake of my head.
“I could never remain mad at you,” I answered honestly.
“Good, so I can see you tonight?” My heart did a double somersault at her question. I looked at the diamond-encrusted Jacob & Co. watch on my wrist.
“Isn’t it too late?” I asked her, already knowing what she would say.
“Is there a right time to see me? Shouldn’t you always want to see me no matter the time?” I smiled, loving her answer. She always made me feel wanted, and that’s the reason why I could never stay away, even though I knew our relationship would bring us nothing but turmoil.
“OK, but I can’t stay long. I’ll leave now.” I began walking toward the living room so I could get the keys to my Rolls Royce.
“I’m already at the apartment. I can’t wait to see you, Vincent.” That was the last thing she said before hanging up. My dick was already twitching in my pants. Once I found the key for my ride, I snuck by Ciara, who had begun snoring. I knew by the time I got back, I would meet her in this exact spot.
Wasting no time, I made my way to the front door, locking it behind me as I slipped out. The apartment that I began secretly renting a year now was a half-hour drive away. Nobody knew about this spot; it was my best-kept secret.
I made it in twenty minutes. I didn’t even bother changing out of my best man’s suit. The apartment was a high-rise, 5k-a-month spot. It came fully furnished and was very modern. I didn’t really care about the marble floors, granite countertops, and the fancy lighting fixtures. All I cared about was spending time with the person that I had no business being with.
Once I stepped out of the elevator and walked up to the apartment door, I used the key card and stepped inside. I smiled at the sight as the door closed behind me. There she was on her back, wearing nothing but a robe, scrolling through her phone. When she heard the door close, she looked up and smiled at me before she jumped up, racing toward me.
Hopping into my waiting arms and wrapping her legs around my waist. We kissed like the forbidden lovers we were. Our tongues danced and lapped while I roughly pulled her robe open.
Placing her on her feet, the robe fell to the ground, and she stood naked. She wore nothing except her pretty ass smile.
“I missed you,” she said, unzipping my pants and reaching for what I couldn’t wait to bury deep inside of her.
“You missed me?” I asked, closing my eyes when she wrapped her warm fingers around my meaty dick.
“I missed you so fucking much. Please, just fuck me,” she said, turning around, arching her back, and sticking her ass out. Her hands were spread open wide on the wall in front of her. With a devilish grin, I slapped her ass. Grabbing my dick, I pushed my way inside.
“Aaahhhh!” she cried out, clawing the walls as I pumped relentlessly inside of her. My strokes forced her entire bodyforward until her forehead connected with the wall. Despite all that bull-shit my brother says about my dick not working because I’m on coke. That shit is further from the truth; my dick worked like all I took were those little blue pills.
“Yeah, just like that. I love it when you fuck me hard,” she said, clenching her teeth as she reached behind her to grab my hair. Returning the favor, I grabbed a handful of her honey blonde hair and pressed my mouth against her ear.
“You’re no Angel, you’re my fuckingtroia(slut),” I whispered in her ear.
“Yessss, I love being your slut,” she said, turning her head so she could kiss me. Our affair was always like this, raw and free. She liked it rough, and so did I. She wasn’t only the woman I was having an illicit affair with, she was trying to turn me into a better man. She encouraged me to kick my drug habit because she said she didn’t know what she would do if I ever overdosed and died. She loved me despite my shortcomings.
There was one very big problem. This was Angel, whom I was fucking, and Angel was Edwardo's daughter. The man who kidnapped my brother when he was nineteen, the man who looked my father straight in his eyes and said, if anybody in the Ricci family ever makes trouble for his family again, a bitter war would break out between the Ricci's and the Bianchi's. The last thing my father wanted was unnecessary bloodshed, so he told Edwardo he had nothing to worry about.
Nobody counted on Angel and me falling in love, even though I was married and she had a fiancé. That wasn’t even the most fucked up part; the real issue was the fact that Angel was six weeks pregnant. A baby that I knew for a fact was mine because her fiancé had been out of the country when she conceived. He only just returned about a week ago.
Even though I told her to get an abortion, Angel refused to listen to reason. There was only one person who knew aboutAngel, and that was my brother Buddha. His finding out was a mistake, and he’s been on my neck ever since.
If Angel really did keep this baby, and Edwardo eventually finds out about us. The war that would break out between our families was about to be fuckingepical(epic).
Chapter Eight- Dior
I stirred slightly in my sleep, my eyes fluttered around when the feel of hot air touched my face. I slowly came out of my slumber because it sounded as though someone was panting in my face.
