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“You have important things to take care of,” I tell him. “Don’t worry about me. I’m not going anywhere.” Kissing him is a bit painful because of the swelling in my face, but at least it feels good to kiss the man I love again.
And he’s true to his word. Except for a couple of times during the day he seems to be devoted to staying by my side, even making his guys come to the house to bring important documents so he doesn’t have to leave me. He does step aside briefly those two times to speak on the phone, but that’s done out of love in order to keep my space quiet and also to shield my ears from things I don’t need to hear, and probably don’t want to…especially right now.
It’s comforting to have him near me even though I keep telling him over and over again that he doesn’t need to be.
Finally, my mother comes into my bedroom and asks me what’s going on. It’s not how I would have preferred to confess to her, but there’s no way I’m going to deny anything.
My cheeks puff before I slowly let out a long exhale.
“Come on, Gina. I can see something’s…off.” She crosses her arms, raises her eyebrows and taps her foot on the floor.
“Off bad or off good?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Mom, I’m an adult. I can make my own decision.”
“I know that, understand it, and respect it. But…I don’t want to be in the dark. Gio and his father are…different, very powerful men. I don’t want his dad to be blindsided by something that might be going on between his son and my daughter.”
I nod continuously. “You’re right. They’re Italian and the patriarch needs to be informed.”
“Correct,” my mom says, matter of factly.
“I swear I never planned on…” I pause. If I want my mom to respect me as an adult I need to act like one, not sugar coat things or make excuses for what I want. “I’m in love with my stepbrother,” I blurt out, and immediately it feels like the weight of the world has been lifted from my chest.
I feel lighter, incredibly liberated.
My mother doesn’t gasp or react much at all. “Isn’t this the unexpected plot twist. The two of us falling for the two of them.”
“You’re not mad?” I knit my brows in disbelief.
“If there was anyone to be angry at it would have to be myself. I’m the one who brought you into this situation, not to mention,” she smirks, “if I find the dad brutally handsome it only makes sense that my daughter my feel the same way about his son. It would run in the family after all, right?”
“Mom! You’re gross.”
We both laugh and then embrace.
“Who cares what anyone thinks? You two aren’t blood related. Heck, if you would have met Gio first then I’d be a hypocrite if I tried to chastise you right now because you can bet your little booty I’d be going after his dad.”
More laughter ensues and all the tension in my body releases. I didn’t realize how much of what I was holding inside was the result of the anxiety from the anticipation of dealing with this impending moment of confession versus the actual fight with Peter. Sure I have wounds from that ordeal, but turns out most of my stress and pain was over this conversation and the perceived drama it would bring, only to watch the drama attached to it deflate before it even became a talking point.
She’s so understanding as well, and that gives me hope that somehow we’ll be able to be together.
That night, after everything is revealed, my mother and stepfather are out attending to a gala event. Gio slips into my room, as he has been doing most nights, to tuck me into bed, and when I reach for him, he responds eagerly and quickly.
He’s kissing my entire body as if he wants to devour me, but he’s mindful of the way he touches me, making sure he’s not too rough with me. He doesn’t even do much more than light kisses, but I’m ready and wet for him. He touches me down there and groans.
Positioning himself on top of me, he unzips his pants, and when I see his already-hard cock my mouth waters and I lick my lips. I sit up on my elbows, but he gently pushes me back down.
He tugs my underwear to the side and runs a finger over my pussy. I close my eyes because it’s been so long.
I whimper and clutch the quilt as he puts the head of his cock at my entrance.
“You have no clue how long I’ve been waiting to do this again,” he says, his voice hoarse, almost broken as if it takes all the willpower he has not to slide right into me.
“I do because I’ve been waiting on it too…and I can’t wait anymore.”
“You’re mine, girl. Forever. You understand that?”
