Chapter 13 Giovanna
Giovanna
“Miss Giovanna?” The housekeeper’s voice is hesitant, like she knows exactly what she’s interrupting.
“There’s a young man here to see you. A Mr. Antonio.
He says you have a date tonight.”
Tommy freezes above me, his finger still inside me, eyes locked on mine.
“Don’t go, Gi.” He slides out of me and presses his palm to my stomach, like he can pin me to the bed.
“Tell me why.”
“He’s not right for you.”
“Really? That’s the only reason?
” I’m trying not to sound hysterical.
“It’s true, Gi.
” He’s so fucking calm.
I shove his hand off me and straddle him, pulling the blanket over my chest. “Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t.
Just say you want to fuck me.”
His brow tightens.
“And?”
“And nothing, Tommy! Just fuck me. That’s all.
”
Another knock at the door. “Miss Giovanna?”
“Just a minute!” I snap, then drop my voice again.
“Stop stalling, Tommy. It’s insulting.”
His expression hardens.
“That’s what you want me to say? That I just want to fuck you?
”
“I am naked with my legs wrapped around you. Your underwear is soaked with both of our cum. Yes. Yes. Yes. I want you to fuck me, Tommy. Jesus Christ. You are so fucking brilliant. How can you be so obtuse?”
His voice is low and gravelly.
“I’m not going to say that, Giovanna, because it’s not true.
I don’t just want to fuck you. I want a life with you.
I want every day, every night. All of you.
Not just one night, not just sex.”
I blink at him, stunned, then shove him in the chest. He could not have shocked me more if he smacked me with a stick.
“What the fuck are you talking about ‘a life with me?’ I’m not asking for forever, Tommy.
I’m asking you to fuck me one time. That’s it.
Why is it always all or nothing with you?
”
He doesn’t flinch. He brushes his thumb over my cheek.
“Because that’s who I am. If you let me touch you, sweet girl, I will never let you go.
I don’t know how to ‘just fuck you.’ I’m not like other guys.
I’m sorry.”
I want to scream. Why is he making me beg him to fuck me?
“You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to make me feel like a whore because I want to fuck you before I date you and date you before signing your lifetime contract.
”
He frowns, confused. “I never said that.”
“It’s the implication.
I’m the asshole in this situation, yet what you want is weird, Tommy.
It’s fucking weird.”
He drops his chin to his chest and closes his eyes.
I snatch his hat off his head and throw it at him as I scramble off him, holding the blanket around me.
I’m shaking again, but not in a good way.
He makes me want to beat him sometimes.
“Just get out, Tommy. Go.”
“That’s not happening, Gi.
”
“Tell him I’ll be right down,” I call out.
“Yes, Miss.”
Tommy is already on his feet, eyes blazing.
“No fucking way I’m letting this happen.
No fucking way.”
“Tommy, if you do not get out of my bedroom right fucking now, I’m going to start screaming, and while I’m well aware that you can easily take out my father’s entire security team, you and I both know that my father will not take kindly to you trying to hold his naked daughter prisoner.
I’m assuming you don’t want to piss off the man you think will be your father-in-law?
”
Father-in-law. Fucking insane!
Tommy’s lip twitches into a sneer.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this. If he touches you, I will kill him, Gi.
I’m not fucking joking.”
“Go fuck yourself, Tommy.” I hiss, jerking open my bedroom door.
“Get. Out.”
I slam the door behind him, and sag against it, on the verge of tears, humiliated and furious.
Swiping the back of my hand over my cheeks, I throw the blanket off me and yank the strappy dress that Tommy was so worried about off the hanger and pull it over my head.
Fuck Tommy and his bullshit control game.
Two hours ago, I had no intention of wearing this dress, nor did I view tonight as a date with Antonio.
But now I’m on a mission, and Antonio is the perfect target.
He wants to tell everyone that he fucked me?
Well, maybe we turn that into a reality.
Since I know that’s all he wants and it will piss Tommy off, I can handle both these men and rip up my V card at the same time.
I make Antonio wait a full half-hour while I do my hair, put on makeup, and pick out a sexy thong to go with my dress.
No bra needed. The goal is easy access in and out.
But not sober. I’m going to need a drink or five first.
Fucking Tommy.
God damn it.
When I finally sweep downstairs, I barely pause as I grab my coat before storming past Antonio.
“Let’s go.”
His eyes widen as his gaze rakes over my thigh boots and skimpy dress, but he immediately jumps up and follows me.
No argument. No “If you want me, you’ll have to promise me forever first.” Easy.
When Antonio closes my car door and circles to the driver side, I see Tommy leaning against the side of the house, arms crossed, ball cap pulled low, hood up.
I flip him off as Antonio gets behind the wheel.
“Ready?” Antonio grins, sliding his hand up my thigh as the engine purrs to life.
My phone buzzes with a text from Tommy.
You have my cum dripping off your pussy, Giovanna.
Get out of the fucking car.
Fuck
all
the
way
off
I throw the phone in my bag, but it buzzes with text after text the entire way to the restaurant.
When we park, Antonio frowns at my bag suspiciously.
“Something going on that you need to deal with?”
“Nope,” I say, grabbing my bag and jumping out of the car.
This night can’t end fast enough.
I walk ahead of Antonio into the restaurant and get us a table.
He picked a nice place, I’ll give him that.
Cozy, small tables with tablecloths and clusters of candles.
Deep gray hardwood floors and black accent walls give it a sleek vibe.
When the hostess seats us, I grab her arm before she leaves.
“Vodka tonic, please, squeeze of lime.”
I know I don’t look 21, and she’s unsure until Antonio, looking older than his 23 years, orders the same.
I give him a quizzical look. “You drink vodka tonics?”
He grins.
“No, but I figured you’d want another one and didn’t want you to go through a hassle for it.
”
“I have a fake ID, Antonio. Get what you want.”
“I’m driving, babe,” he says easily, picking up the menu.
“Your father would skin me alive if I didn’t get you home in one piece.
”
I roll my eyes. ‘Babe’ and invoking my father.
Not a great start.
My phone keeps buzzing, and I yank it out of my bag.
Dozens of texts from Tommy, but I scroll to the most recent.
If you don’t leave that restaurant
right now, I’m coming in to
get you.
Take a fucking hint, Tommy.
This is none of your God
damn business.
Talking to me like that is going
to get your ass spanked until
you can’t sit in a restaurant for a week.
Ooooooooooo. Fucking try me.
I drop the phone onto the table as the waitress brings our drinks.
I down the first one while she’s going over the specials and start on Antonio’s as he orders.
I didn’t look at the menu, so when the waitress looks at me for my order, I wave my fingers at him.
“Two of what he said.”
Antonio cocks his head at me when she’s gone.
“Are you okay, Gigi?”
Ugh. Gigi. “I’m fine.
I’m just—I don’t know. I’m moody today.”
He nods slowly, looking disappointed.
“You’re still mad at me.”
Jesus Christ. All men think everything is about them.
In this case, though, it works in my favor, so I go with it.
“Well. You fucked up. Why would you tell people you fucked me? Are you 15? You had to know I would hear about it.”
He’s ashamed, looking at me with his big brown puppy dog eyes.
His hair is on the longer side, like Tommy’s, and he lets a lock of it fall over his face.
Like Tommy, but without the borderline psychopath intensity.
Or his ability to make me feel safe. His ability to get me wet with a look.
“I did fuck up, but I didn’t tell anyone that we fucked, Giovanna.
Lexi texted me and asked. When I didn’t respond, she assumed it was a yes.
And I didn’t correct her.” His olive skin is flushed with embarrassment.
“I should have. I’m sorry.”
He looks truly miserable, and I feel bad for him.
Lexi probably ran with the story because it made her feel better about hooking up with the guy I’ve been in love with since high school.
Fuck—not in love with. The guy I’ve been trying to fuck since high school.
Antonio just got caught in the middle.
God damn it.
My plan to fuck and run sounded better when I thought Antonio was an asshole who was using me.
Reaching for his hand across the table, I smile.
“Don’t worry about it. It really doesn’t matter.
”
When my phone buzzes again, I ignore it.
Antonio’s eyes light up, and he takes my hand in both of his.
I hastily add, “But I just don’t think you and I have—”
My phone buzzes again.
And again. And again. Antonio and I both glance at it and then back at each other.
“I’m sorry,” I say. I really am sorry. None of this is his fault.
I pick up my phone, ready to end this and shut my phone off for the night when my blood turns cold.
Tell that fucker
to get his hands off you
before I rip them off his body.
I dart a glance out the window, heart hammering.
Antonio frowns. “Everything okay?”
Another text comes in.
Look up.
I do. Standing in the shadowed hallway at the back of the restaurant is Tommy.