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I consider sneaking out and maxing out a credit card at the airport to get home as fast as possible, but thinking back to how indulgently Cosimo has treated me, and how much kindness he has bestowed upon me, I decide I can’t just disappear. So I hold my head high, and go to join him in his breakfast nook.
The table is right in front of two open balcony doors, and the soft scent of salty coastal morning air fills the room. Cosimo stands when I approach, dressed once more in his black on black suit and with his hair slicked back, and smiles as he pulls my chair out for me.
“Good morning, Clara,” he says, taking his seat once more and motioning for the server to bring me breakfast. He’s having black coffee and a croissant, so I ask for the same, except with a lot of cream and sugar.
“Hello, Cosimo,” I reply, ignoring the pulsing between my legs when his look turns heated as he examines me.
“Are you feeling okay after last night?” he asks pointedly.
“Yes, the bath helped quite a bit. Thank you.”
“You’re so welcome, sweetheart,” he rumbles, reaching across the table to take my hand. I pull it away and lay it on my leg under the table. His expression darkens.
“Cosimo,” I start, licking my lips. “I… Well, I know things are incredibly complicated right now, with my dad and everything, but I’d really, really like to go home. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me–”
“No.” He cuts his hand through the air as he speaks. “Absolutely not. There has been no payment–”
Now it’s my turn to interrupt him. “If you say that you’re keeping me here because of money still, then whatever last night was means nothing, right? Because I’m just a hostage. If you feel that way…if it really is all about the money…why did you take my virginity?”
Cosimo looks struck, and my heart hurts for both of us. I want to stand and go to him, sit on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. I want him to make me feel safe, and I want to assure him that I’m not going anywhere, but I have to stick to my decision.
“Ah, Clara…” he trails off, rubbing a hand down his face. “You give me no time to make this easy, do you? I was going to tell you this over dinner tonight, with candlelight and wine, but if you’re hurting this badly I don’t want to wait any longer. I never, ever want you to think I’m using you. We are put in a delicate situation because of your father’s connection to my job, but I want nothing to stand in our way, so here is my suggestion. Stay with me for two weeks, one week for each million Paul owes, and once the two weeks are over I will clear the debt myself. You can leave afterwards if you want to, or stay. But you have to stay with me, and follow my rules the entire time. Understood?”
I blink, shocked. Just by staying here in this beautiful villa and letting this scary, yet hot as hell man fuck me for two weeks, I could clear my father’s debt entirely? The reluctance in his voice when he added that I could leave afterwards worries me, as if he really doesn’t plan on letting me go, but I don’t think I can pass this offer up.
Plus, I don’t want to. My heart soars at the idea of staying, and it’s all I can do to keep a straight face and not break out into an enormous, relieved smile as I respond.
“I agree to your terms. The only thing I ask is try your best not to… um… let my father know what we’re doing while I stay here?”
I can tell he wants to say something, probably something filthy, but he nods instead. “Agreed.” Cosimo stands now, and walks around the table, grabbing me by the back of my neck with one hand while the other grips my chin between his finger and thumb, holding me in place. “You’re mine now, sweet Clara, body and soul.”
I swallow hard, pulse fluttering under his grip. “Yes,” I breathe. “I’m yours.”
When he kisses me, it’s like a brand, and I accept it oh so willingly.
