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“Dad…”
“No!” he’s firm. “If you want to get married without being in love, fine!It’s your call! I won’t tell you not to, but Marcos, if you’re not willing to pay the price charged for a wedding, don’t get married! You’re my son, and while you’ve done far more shit than I can count on my fingers and toes, none of it has ever put into question how proud I am of you, because I’ve always known that regardless of any one of them, you kept what matters...Don’t make me rethink that!” I just shake my head, agreeing.After all, what could I say?
?
“We need to talk.” These are the words Antonella receives me with as soon as the elevator doors open, and I take a deep breath.Looks like today’s talk day, so...Still with my head down, I squeeze my thumb and index fingers against my closed eyelids before I actually look at her for the first time in a fucking week, as she’s been hiding from me.
Wasn’t that exactly what you wanted, Marcos? An invisible wife?My own mind makes fun of her and I tell it to fuck off... Guess what? It replies that at least it can fuck something, but me… Fuck! I’m already going crazy and I’m not even married yet!
My eyes open, finding the damn thing that’s been stealing my peace and fucking thoughts!She’s even prettier, hotter and totally off-limits, I want to moan in frustration.And, not thinking I’m fucked up enough, Antonella gasps, looking as affected as I am by our closeness, as if her body is as desperate for my touch as mine is to touch her.
The air around us changes, I take a deep, desperate breath.Those dark brown eyes pull me in, suck me in, consume me at a level I’ve never experienced, but for which I’m grateful today if that’s all I can have.I step forward and almost celebrate when she doesn’t move, when she doesn’t run away from me.My eyes roam her clean face, her hair short and loose, my fingers tingle, wanting to touch the threads, wanting to feel the skin.
“Screw it!” I drop the briefcase I had on the floor and wrap the hot body in one of my arms, the other hand, I bring it to her face before sinking my nose into her neck and, for the first time, in seven fucking days, I get the feeling that the air I breathe is enough, because it smells like her.Antonella tightens her nails around my arm, and I regret for the jacket that doesn’t let me have the full sensation of her touch on my skin, of her strength on my flesh. Damn, how I want that woman!How is it possible to want something like that so badly?Something I haven’t even had...
I feel the soft scrape of her lips on my face and with true desperation I want them in my mouth, I stick my fingers through the hair on her back, pulling her head without measuring the strength, but before I can worry about hurting her, Antonella groans, finishing the work of making me hard that just seeing her started and touching her continued.
My eyes find her lips pink, half-open, so close, so damn close...
“I want to kiss you, Antonella...” I warn, getting closer and closer, her silence grows in me the distressing need to end the distance between us, and when we are close enough that only a very thin line separates our lips, she replies.
“No!” the voice is, at the same time, shaky and firm.I close my eyes, knowing I must let go of her, but still unable, exhale heavily, blowing warm air over her lips, and do something I have never done before, I ask.
“You want it too, Antonella...I know you fucking want to, I’m freaking out, but I know I’m not hallucinating, you want to...” My words are low, whispered, almost pleading.
“No!” she repeats, and my arms fall next to her body, releasing her. Her warmth leaves me almost immediately, almost.And the second it takes her to walk away just makes me surer she wants it as much as I do, even though I shouldn’t care about it.Not when she’s a fucking baby wife!
I run both hands through my hair, pulling them, needing to occupy them in some way so as not to think about the smell more and more distant from me.I take my time, taking a deep breath, seeking a control that no matter how much I seek, I seem to have no more.
“I can’t do this anymore…” Her words make me raise my head immediately.
“What?” My tone doesn’t make room for doubts about my mood, even if it’s misleading.
“Hide, Marcos... I have a child, I can’t confine Isabella in the bedroom for the next two years!” Relief floods me when I realize she wasn’t talking about the wedding, and I allow myself a few moments to breathe again.
“I never asked you to do that...” I firmly reply, because it’s true.But she looks at me as if my response had made her tired, and rubs her hands on her face.
“No...You didn’t, but we both clearly have a problem being in the same space, if what just happened says something” complains, and fuck, it makes me smile, because her words only confirm what I already knew, Antonella wants it as much as I do!
“Are you afraid to be alone with me, Antonella?” Her nostrils inflate with strong exhalation, and she crosses her arms in front of her chest, drawing my attention there.Her throat moves slowly as she follows the movement of my eyes.
“You need to stop this!” she tries to sound determined, but all she can do is sound shaky.
“Why, Antonella? Are you afraid of not resisting?” I take a step towards her, and her body does not escape mine, nor does her gaze.It yellsasshole!but I don’t really care, no matter what opinion she has about me, she decides to stop running from it.However, although her eyes won’t stop me, her next words do.
“You promised,” she accuses, and I look away.Now, running away from her silent screams “I don’t need a wife to fuck!That’s what you said!” It makes me turn my eyes to her, because it makes me fucking angry!
“And I don’t need!” I practically growl the words, memories of the night I tried to fuck another one flooding my mind with ridiculous images and my veins with frustration.
“Then this has to end, Marcos! I can’t keep this up for the next two years! I can’t!” The anger in her voice sounds a lot like that very same night.
“What if I’ve changed my mind, Antonella? What if now I want to fuck my wife?”
“No!”
“Why not?”
“I don’t need to give you a reason! No!And if that’s not enough, you’re going to have to find another wife” she answers so distantly from the sweet girl who kept lowering her eyes constantly, that I feel like I’m missing something here.
