Page 76 of The Don’s Omega

“So what do you say? Are you going to go after what you want?” I ask.

He looks down at the pale yellow martini in front of him and then up at me. “It’s true I’m bored to tears. But I won’t be available much once Fabio has his surgery. I’ll want to be with him as much as possible to help him during his rehabilitation. Once he’s healthy again, I’ll be all yours.”

I like the sound of that.

“Of course,” I say agreeably. “We can start doing some things now if you want, but then you take a break when he has his surgery. I have a few restaurants that are already open that have a very high staff turnover. I’d love to take you to them and get your feel for the layouts and the management’s vibe. I’ll bet you know an asshole manager a mile away.”

“Absolutely. I’ve worked for plenty of them. I’m happy to give you my opinion.”

I smile, relieved he is going along with things now. “If nothing else, it’ll get you out of the house, right?”

“True.”

“So you’ll do it?”

His eyes flicker. “I… I guess so.”

“Excellent.” I beam. “Now that we have that ironed out, how about we grab some dinner before we head home? Let’s go enjoy lobster and some good wine.”

“Sure, Marcello, that sounds nice.” The smile he gives me is warmer and more sincere than anything he’s given me all day.

Dinner at the club is delicious. Elio devours his lobster, looking contented. I can’t stop watching him. I’m half-hard the entire meal, hoping when we get home he’ll want sex. I’m craving him, but we had such a nice day, I don’t want to do anything to ruin it. If he’s tired or not in the mood, I won’t push it. I’ll leave it up to him to make a move.

When we leave the club, the coast road takes us home along the cliffs. The water on our left has gone molten where the evening sun touches it. Elio sits in his seat, his sunglasses pushed up on his head, his leg bouncing along to the music playing on the stereo. Now and then he glances over.

When we enter the house, I’m glad my mother and sisters aren’t around. We make our way upstairs to our wing. My pulse is racing as we travel down the hallway. We stop outside Elio’s room and he opens his door. I get my hopes up when he doesn’t go inside right away. He hesitates on the threshold, turning toward me.

“Thank you for today, Marcello,” he says softly. “I wasn’t sure I’d enjoy myself, but it was a lot of fun.” He smiles tentatively up at me. “And… and thank you for trusting me with the job. I’ll try to make you proud.”

“I know you will.” I smile and brush the hair off his brow, allowing my fingers to linger on his skin. “I’m glad you had a good time. I did too.”

We hold each other’s gaze but then he shifts nervously. “Well… uh… goodnight.” He turns and goes into his room, closing the door.

Damn.

I’m definitely disappointed, but at least he really enjoyed our day together. That gives me pleasure. Not as much pleasure as fucking him would have given me, but I’m happy that he’s happy. Maybe I’m becoming less selfish in my old age.

Probably not.

Once in my room, I tug off my polo shirt and sit on the edge of my big, empty bed. I feel restless, but I have no desire to go out again. I should probably go downstairs and do some work. I skipped out early today so there will be things that got dropped.

But I don’t want to.

I had such a nice day with Elio, I’m sorry it ended. That’s new for me. When I was dating Sandro, I’d always been happy when he went home so that I could be alone again. But tonight, even if Elio hadn’t wanted to fuck, I’d have enjoyed hanging out with him longer. Even just cuddling in my bed would have been nice.

Elio’s right. Who the fuck am I?

I groan and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I’m horny and frustrated. But if I want Elio to feel safe and like he’s more than my whore, I have to suck it up. Give him space when he needs it. Even if it hurts. I’d hoped he want me as much as I wanted him tonight, but apparently not.

I consider grabbing the lube out of the nightstand and jerking off, but I feel too apathetic to bother. I wanted Elio’s warm body in my arms tonight. I wanted his taste on my tongue. I wanted to pump my seed into his beautiful body while he cried out in ecstasy. Coming in my own hand just feels anticlimactic.

When there’s a soft knock on the connecting door between my room and Elio’s, I still. I lift my head, not sure I heard what I think I heard. But when it comes again, I sit up and stare at the door, heart racing. When the knock comes a third time, I slowly get off the bed and go to the connecting door. I try not to get my hopes up again. Maybe he just has some questions about the new job, or he needs to borrow some toothpaste.

When I open the door, Elio stands there. His face is tense and his eyes glitter with uneasiness. He’s shirtless, wearing only white briefs. My mouth goes dry when I see the half-hard outline of his cock beneath the cotton material.

“Sorry to bother you,” he says softly, shifting from side to side. His cheeks are pink and he looks down at his feet. “I had such a nice day… I kind of hate for it to end.”

Excitement jolts through me. “Yeah? You… you want to come in?” I step back, feeling breathless. I can’t remember the last time I felt so nervous around an omega. But I’m worried if I’m not really careful, I’ll say something that makes him retreat back to his room.