15. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Vincenzo
I ’m standing in my closet, unbuttoning my shirt and praying by some miracle my gesture is appreciated by Emilia. I ready myself for a shower and move into my private bathroom. Switching on the hot spray; the room quickly fills with misty clouds.
I step into the scalding spray, the droplets of water tracking down my skin as thoughts of Emilia rush through my mind.
My cock twitches at the thought of her porcelain skin and large hazel eyes.
I can't shake the image of Emilia's face as my fingers glide over my wet skin.
It's maddening how easily she slips into my thoughts; the way she stirs something within me that I thought was long dormant.
The water cascades down my back, but it does nothing to douse the fire that the memory of her ignites within me.
My fists wrap around my now hardened cock as I try to find solace in the pulsating rhythm of my own need.
I imagine her lips wrapped around me, her tongue flicking the tip and then taking me deep within her mouth.
My mind fills with images of us entwined in the throes of passion, her cries mingling with mine as we lose ourselves in each other.
I groan as my release nears, my hand moving faster over my shaft. The thoughts of Emilia consuming me, and I can't help but wonder what it would be like to have her bent over, shoving my length into her pussy. My heart beats faster and my breath comes in short gasps as the feeling within me builds.
Finally, with a loud groan, I release myself into the shower, the water catching my cum and washing it away as if it had never happened.
With a deep breath, I turn off the shower and step out, quickly wrapping a towel around my waist. I look at my reflection in the mirror, trying to make sense of what just happened. In such a short time, Emilia has managed to bury herself deep under my skin.
My phone buzzes on the countertop and my brow furrows in confusion. I quickly answer the call and press the phone to my ear.
“Emilia, is everything okay?” I make my way back through to my walk-in and begin rummaging for clothes. There's a short pause before I hear her sweet voice on the other end of the call.
“Uh, yes. Everything is okay…” she mutters something under her breath that I don’t quite catch, but it sounds like a curse word.
“Sorry, I didn’t realise how late it was, but I wanted to call you.
” I wait for her to continue, as she lets out a sigh.
“I just wanted to say, I think I may have judged you too quickly.” I feel as though I have been slapped.
“I’m sorry, Miss Walters. What are you saying?” she lets out an exasperated groan.
“It means that I was going through some things, and I took my frustrations and emotions out on you. That wasn’t fair of me.
I’m sure you’re a perfectly nice guy, it’s just that my father’s death happened suddenly and that messed with my emotions; as I’m sure you can appreciate.
” I quickly dress myself as I take on her words.
“I can understand that, Miss Walters. Again, I am very sorry for your loss.” She sniffles on the other end of the line and my heart clenches. I hate the thought that I could have any part of her pain.
“It’s okay, and please, call me Emmy,” she whispers, her voice sounding small and in that moment, I decide to take a chance.
“Emmy,” I pause for a moment, gaining the courage to continue my sentence. “Please, let me take you out somewhere. Give me a chance to show you that I'm not all business.” There's a moment of silence on the other end as I hold my breath in anticipation.
"That sounds like a good idea," she finally says, her voice hesitant but hopeful. "Thank you for understanding." I relax into bed, the tension I’ve been feeling, finally uncoiling itself from my body.
“How about Friday night? I can send my car, it will pick you up at nine p.m. and we can meet at that new club called The Warehouse, does that sound alright?” She pauses for a moment, considering my question.
“Yeah, that sounds great.” I smile to myself. It looks like the gesture really did work in my favour.
“Great, I’ll send you a text with the details and I will send one of my drivers to pick you up on Friday.” We say our goodbyes, and I send her a quick message. Looks like I am on the path to getting that gallery.
The remainder of the week goes by in a blur, and I cannot help the excitement that bubbles up inside of me. There is a knock at my office door. Expecting my next appointment, I call out for them to come in. I can’t help the surprise when I see Kayla standing before me.
"Kayla, what a surprise," my tone is flat even to my own ears, but I refuse to allow Kayla to sour my mood.
“Oh, pookie. You look so stressed, I thought maybe I could…” She perches herself on the edge of my desk and leans down, putting her fake breasts on full display and her over the top perfume suffocating me.
“...relieve you.” I choke back the bile rising in my throat as I lean back in my chair and stare at her a moment.
"Kayla, I appreciate the thought, but I'm actually quite busy at the moment." She pouts, clearly disappointed with my rejection. "Perhaps another time?" I suggest, hoping to salvage some semblance of professionalism. She sighs dramatically and stands up, smoothing out her skirt.
“When are you going to give in to me, Enzo. You and I both know you want me. Why the cat and mouse game?” she inspects her nails, although any normal person would describe them as claws.
I simply raise an eyebrow, not hiding my amusement at her pathetic attempts to manipulate me.
She mistakes it for interest and circles me, running her fingertips along my chest. “Don’t forget our date, Enzo.
” I grip her wrist and turn my head to look at her.
She smirks and leans in close to my ear, her breath hot and heavy as she whispers, "You know you want me." I can't help but shiver at her touch, but I keep my gaze focused on hers.
"I don't need a reminder, Kayla. Now if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to." She nods slowly, a sneaky smile playing on her lips as she withdraws her hand from my grip.
"As you wish, Enzo. Just remember what I said," she winks before sauntering out and closing the door behind her. I take a deep breath and shake my head, trying to clear my mind of her touches, the thought of her makes my skin crawl.
discomfort twists in my stomach. Kayla's advances are unnerving, and I know I need to keep my distance from her brand of crazy. It seems the more I show Kayla my disinterest the more she takes it as a challenge to win my affections. I can’t let her distract me from my date with Emmy; I refuse to.
I check my watch for what feels like the hundredth time, I feel as though time has slowed down.
I let out a grunt of frustration and ensure I have everything I need for tonight.
I conceal my weapons and check my already perfectly styled hair.
Finally, the clock strikes nine, and I can't wait a moment longer.
I grab my keys and walk out the door, making my way to the car.
As I sit in the driver's seat, I take a deep breath and prepare myself for the night ahead.
The Warehouse is a popular club, and as I pull up, I see people starting to gather outside. The music is loud, and the atmosphere is electric. It's going to be a great night.
I nod to my bouncers as I pass, the music growing louder and the heavy bass pounding through my chest. People greet me as I make my way through the crowd of people.
“Hey boss,” Eddie, my bartender, greets me at the counter as he pours me a glass of our best whiskey. I take a sip, savouring the smooth taste and scanning the room.
“Tonight looks busy already,” I smirk in approval and Eddie smiles wide.
“It will be a killer night, boss man. What brings you in tonight?” I take another sip of my drink and face my longtime friend.
"I'm here for a very special reason, Eddie," I say with a wink, holding back a grin. "I hope you've got the place looking its best."
Eddie raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "Of course, boss. Everything is top-notch for tonight." He leans in closer, lowering his voice. "But I must admit, I am curious. Who is the lucky lady?"
I lean in as well, keeping my voice low; not wanting to be overheard by anyone around us. "That's none of your business, Eddie," I say playfully, causing my friend to chuckle.
“VIP balcony is ready for you, and boss…” I pick up my glass, ready to make my way to the VIP section and I look back at my friend.
A cheeky smile plays on his lips. “Have fun.” I lift my glass in a toast to him and take a sip, making my way up the stairs to my VIP section.
I look over the balcony taking in the perfect view of my club; I'll know exactly when Emilia will arrive.
Now all I have to do is wait.