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She takes another sip, eyes searching mine. “What is it?”
I’ve never really talked about my past. It’s not something I enjoy bringing up. But the truth is, this woman has me off my rocker. I want her to know how I came to be the man I am today.
“My father was a deadbeat. He would come and go. Typical story. Drugs, abuse, you name it. When he ran out, I needed money. I took to the streets,” I say. “That’s something no one knows about me. Do you understand?”
I was a low life. A thug. A loser. It’s not an easy thing to admit.
Her eyes widen, but she moves closer to me when I sit down on the couch. “How did you survive out there?”
I chuckle, but none of this is funny. “I almost didn’t. Got beat up, pushed down, arrested. Broke enough ribs the hospital knew me by name. But once I proved myself, the right people took me under their wing.”
“You never told me any of this,” she says. “Why didn’t you mention it? Did you know my family?”
“You mean Ricky Napolitano, head of the Napolitano Crime Syndicate? Sure. Everyone knew who he was. I sure as hell know Byron is his son,” I say. “Look, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I’m not like that anymore. I lived out of necessity. I got out and made a name for myself. My life is one hundred percent legitimate.”
There’s a long pause. “Have you killed anyone?”
I look into those hazel eyes of hers. She’s waiting for me to tell her “no,” even if it’s not true. I don’t have the heart to tell her just how deep I went, that I was initiated into the Saguera gang, against my will.
I’m not proud of myself. I’m not happy that my family let me down during my childhood. But I did what I had to do to get out. They came after me, and I attacked back.
It was self defense.
“Let’s change the subject,” I tell her. “I don’t like thinking about those times. My parents let me down. Society let me down. The world left me to rot.”
She rests her hand against my chest and eventually her head falls to my lap.
She’s still with me. Still on my side.
I can’t believe it, but I’m grateful.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers. “And I’m sorry I stood you up.”
“Don’t worry about it. You had bigger negotiations to tend to,” I say.
She glances up and smiles, hand sliding into my lap. “I wouldn’t say bigger.”
She squeezes, and the whole mood instantly changes. I feel my blood rush downward, the bulge in my pants growing. I close my eyes and exhale with relief.
“How can I make it up to you?” she asks. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better about us?”
Us. That’s new. That’s the first time she has used that word.
I look down at her. Her breasts are smack against my thigh now. I can’t help myself.
I reach under her shirt and twist two fingers around her nipple, squeezing gently until her face grows flush. I extend my palm outward and cup her tit in my hand. If I wasn’t completely hard before, I am now.
I need her. I need her more than she’ll ever know.
“There’s nothing you can do,” I say. “I’ve already moved on.”
She unbuttons my pants, slowly sliding the zipper down. “You have? Who’s the new woman? That hot little secretary of yours?”
As she rolls my boxers past my thighs, my cock springs out, hitting her lips. Surprised, she wraps her palms around my shaft and breathes, teasing me to high hell and back.
“Yep. We’re moving to Thailand in May. I’m sorry I had to break it to you like this,” I say, jokingly. “You know, with my cock in your hand.”
“Don’t you mean in my mouth?” she says, sliding my crown over her tongue slowly.
