40. Frankie
Chapter 40
Frankie
I go over this evening's events and I still can’t seem to make any sense of what’s happened, apart from the fact I obviously have issues! Who the fuck gets turned on by someone getting made to fuck you while they’re being tortured … Me! That’s who.
When we arrived at the house … scratch that, the mansion, the long driveway lined with trees and a circular entrance with a large water feature all looks very upmarket. The gardens are lit up showing the flowers in full bloom, and the windows across the front of the house are all in darkness. There isn’t a single light on, and from the outside you’d think no one is home. The double doors open as we pull up, and we are met by Marco, who appears as we get out with a passed-out Tony. Inside, Marco takes Tony into a room that looks clinical, but I don’t see anything else before Tommy leads me up the stairs in the center of the hallway. He doesn’t talk much, not to me anyway. He leads me into what’s apparently the master room and then leaves me.
Shaking my head, I walk across the plush carpet to the ensuite, that is bigger than my whole apartment. It’s sleek with white furniture and a sunken bathtub in the middle of the bathroom. There’s a walk-in shower that runs along the side wall with two shower heads … two! It looks kinda odd compared to the rest of the house, that has an old feel to it. This all feels modern, but when we arrived the hallway was cold, with gray stone flooring, like it hasn’t been changed since the house was built, and the other rooms I peered into all had dark oak furniture with large oil paintings on the walls and colorful carpets with big patterns.
I haven’t seen anything other than this old-fashioned carpet that has an odd pattern on it but whoever decorated it seems to have loved it that’s for sure as it appears to be in every room I have seen so far, and I can’t imagine they have it because it was on offer at the local Wholesalers.
Bending down I turn the taps to fill up the tub, and I fear I could be here all day but then the waterfall starts along the side of the tub, filling it quickly, so I rush to grab some toiletries from the side. I can’t see any female products so it must only be him that stays in this room and smile at the thought.
Am I the only woman that’s been here? Impossible … right?
Either way, I pour in some of his shower gel as I can’t seem to see any bath soak and wait for the water to reach the top.
His scent of sandalwood and leather fills the air, and I instantly feel my insides awake with longing. I want this man … no I need him!
I shrug out of his jacket and drop it into the laundry basket in the corner of the room, and my feet glide over the cool white tiles of the sleek bathroom floor before I sink into the giant bathtub.
The warmth hugging my body and easing my aches, but I am unable to ignore the scent filling the air. My body is longing for release, release he denied me. Should I wait … will he even know if I took matters into my own hands. I could be here for hours before he returns.
I ponder what I should do but know that now is the time we need to work out what we have between us. This is the crossroads, and I can’t keep playing these games. I made myself vulnerable to him and that was my first mistake. My second was thinking I could just walk away from him without it having any effect on me at all.
The water has turned cold, and my fingertips have wrinkled by the time I get out and still nothing from Nicolas. I decide that if he isn’t here in the morning, then I’ll leave and head back to England. There isn’t anything here for me. The job I came for is no longer on the table, and there isn’t anything else to stay here for. God, my life is a shit show! Nothing ever seems to go the way it should.
Drying myself off with the fluffy white towel, I head into his closet to grab one of his shirts … What the actual fuck! Who puts all of their clothes in color order? I lift my brow as I glance around at the organization of this room, it’s crazy! I don’t know why I am surprised to be honest, the man is a control freak.
The curtains move gently with the wind outside, and I can feel the light breeze flowing softly around the room. The shirt feels comforting against my skin, as if he is here wrapping his arms around me.
Huffing out a sigh, I fall onto the big soft bed in the middle of the room, then lifting my knees up I slide myself underneath the covers like you do at hotels when they tuck it underneath the mattress. I really can’t be bothered to fight with a sheet tonight, so I lay flat on my back stuck beneath the crisp white covers, watching the black curtains softly move with each gust of wind.
My eyes feel heavy, and I fight to keep them open, but it’s a losing battle, one no matter how hard I try I know I won’t win. But I try anyway until sleep takes me.
I feel the lightest touch across my cheek, and his strong scent fills my senses as soft lips touch mine … I must be dreaming.
“I love you, il mio tesoro .” His voice sounds like a whisper. “I’ll never let you go, not now, you’re forever mine.”
The bed moves as I feel his warmth leave. “Mmm,” I mumble sleepily, and I turn over, my body following the warmth, but when my eyes open, there’s no one there.
I was dreaming.