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"And whose fault is that?"
"I guess I can live with the blame." I chuckled and bent down to kiss her slowly.
She deepened the kiss, urging me onto my back before climbing on top of me, her hair falling around her face. I groaned, holding her close, my hands covering the entire expanse of her back.
"You asked for more."I shrugged.
"I did. You got the message."
She reached down between us, fingertips brushing my now flaccid, sticky cock.
"I'll let you rest for a little bit, but I'm putting you to work at least two more times tonight, so rest up quickly," she ordered, wetting her lips and grinning down at me like a woman with a plan.
I didn't like anyone telling me what to do, but I could make an exception for her.
Later.
I groaned and squeezed her breasts, then grabbed her by the hips and tugged her over my face. She gasped.
"Emilio? What happened to resting?"
I dragged my tongue up her slit, causing her to shudder, my fingertips bruising her hips. I buried my nose against her wet cunt. I heard no further complaints from her.
The shrill ring of my phone shattered the stillness of the early morning, dragging me from the depths of slumber. Confused for a moment about my surroundings, I cast a quick look at the clock—4 a.m. It took a few more seconds for me to recall the events of the night and realize where I was.
Glancing at Griselda, still fast asleep beside me, I carefully retrieved the buzzing device. The missed call notification stared back at me, accompanied by a text message from my father, requesting me to meet him at my earliest convenience.
I was slightly alarmed. I hadn’t been summoned like this in a long time, especially not at such a time.
I sighed. I had to leave. Now.
I didn't want to disturb Griselda, so I slid out of bed carefully, reaching for my clothes. No time for that second round I had promised her. As I dressed, I couldn't help but wonder what Griselda's reaction would be upon waking up to an empty bed.
Would she be disappointed, hurt, or perhaps angry?
I felt a pang of guilt. Leaving in a hurry like this was not fair to her, especially since this would be the second time. She deserved an explanation, a chance to understand why I had to go so abruptly – then and now. I ran my hand through my hair.
I wished things could be different so that I could share my world with her openly. But the reality was harsh. My involvement in the mafia came with a host of dangers and secrets that I couldn't expose her to.
I couldn't bear the thought of her being caught in the crossfire or becoming a target because of our connection, not to mention the moral and ethical struggle she would have as a lawyer.
With a heavy heart, I made my way out.
One last look at her peaceful form, and I tiptoed out of the room, the door clicking shut softly behind me.
Chapter 8
Griselda
Thesoftmorninglightspilled into the room, gently waking me from the depths of slumber. As I stirred, a mix of warmth and the lingering scent of the night before reminded me of the intense passion we had shared.
I reached out, expecting to find Emilio beside me, but my hand met only rumpled sheets and space. Confusion settled in. Where was he? I called out his name, half-hoping he was in the bathroom or perhaps preparing breakfast, but there was no response. My voice seemed to echo in the quiet room.
Concern began to rise within me, and I pulled the sheets around me as I left the bed. The search for Emilio began in earnest, my footsteps echoing in the room as I called his name once more. I searched the suite, from the lavish bathroom to the sleek living area, but he was nowhere to be found.
The realization that he was gone, seemingly without a trace, hit me like a wave. My heart sank, disappointment seeping into my veins. Why would he leave without a word, especially after our passionate night? The empty silence of the room seemed to mock my unanswered questions.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I played over the events of the night in my mind. Had I missed something? Had he hinted at leaving? Nothing came to mind, leaving me with a perplexing sense of loss. Emilio's departure felt like a puzzle, missing a crucial piece.
