Chapter Eight
Leonardo
“Don, I’m only suggesting that you take it easy on her. She could quit her job, and she is the best chef we’ve had in a while.”
I grit my teeth together before looking up to glare at Nina, who is standing by my office door. I was surprised when she came to inform me that dinner was ready. I have a wristwatch, and I know that dinner should be ready by 7 pm. Now I see why she came. She had an ulterior motive.
“Are you questioning me, Nina?” I drawl, my voice low and threatening.
She shakes her head immediately. “No, of course not!” she denies it in a panicked tone.
“I’m just thinking all the extra stuff will burn her out from her real job. I got the household's best at heart...”
“And I don't?” I interrupt.
Nina visibly gulps, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
My voice becomes hard. “Are you teaching me how to do my job, Nina? How to be an employer?”
“N-no, Don. I apologize,” she stammers, her head slightly bowed. “My suggestion was totally uncalled for. I believe you know what you are doing, and I trust every decision you make.”
I give her a scrutinizing look. If she weren't so darn good at her job, she'd be out.
“Get out,” I hiss. Nina wastes no time in turning on her heels and scurrying out of my office.
I try to return to work, but I’m unable to focus. It’s a Sunday, and I should be getting some rest or doing something productive. Yet, I’m holed up in my office, pretending to work as a way to distract myself.
After walking in on Alessandro and Lorena talking last Tuesday, I increased her duties, so she doesn’t have the time to do anything else, like flirt with my friends.
I made her solely responsible for the cleanliness and maintenance of all kitchen equipment, including dishwashing, deep cleaning, and dusting and polishing every surface from top to bottom. She also has to wake up earlier every morning to join the gardener in tending to the garden and harvesting fruits and vegetables. The menu's revamped too, adding more complicated Sicilian dishes to it.
Nina's right. The extra responsibilities, along with her actual job as a chef, will wear Lorena out. Well, it’s a shame because that’s exactly what I want.
The last time the guys came over, which was two days ago, Alessandro asked about her. I didn’t think he was genuinely interested in seeing her. He just wanted to piss me off. Unfortunately for him, Lorena was too busy to entertain his shenanigans.
It’s been almost two weeks of her working here—two weeks of me pretending like she doesn’t affect me, pretending like I’m not attracted to her.
The attraction I feel for Lorena is like the pull of gravity; irresistible. Every time my gaze falls on her, there's this magnetic attraction that pulls me towards her, no matter how much I try to resist it. It prompts me to want to say something to her, to provoke a response from her. Each time I see her, I try to convince myself that she’s just like any other regular chef. But no other chef has made me hard just by merely glancing at them.
The way her hips sway as she walks and the way her chef uniform fits snugly against her body, showing off every dip and curve of her frame. The way her long, curly blond hair flows down her back when she doesn’t have it up in a tight bun. I imagine myself wrapping her hair around my fist as she sinks her sinful lips down my throbbing shaft, staring up at me with her seductive, green eyes.
“Shit,” I mutter. Just thinking about that witch makes my dick hard.
Giovanni’s words come rushing back into my head. Maybe I do need to visit the club and unwind. I haven’t had sex since the maid I fired on Lorena’s first day. It’s been almost two weeks. My longest dry spell since adulthood.
My chair screeches against the floor as I push it backward and stand up. I leave the office for my bedroom, freshen up, then grab my Ferrari keys.
“What are you up to tonight?” Fabio asks from the living room as I walk past. I glance over at him. He is in pajamas, with a TV remote in his hand, an action movie playing in the background.
“Since when did you become my mother?” I grunt.
“Hey, is it a crime to care 'bout big bro's whereabouts?” he snickers.
I roll my eyes, but I can’t deny the pleasant feeling that rolls up in my chest. After my father died and I came back to take over as the head of the family, it was hard for my half-siblings to accept me. I pretended like I didn’t care about their acceptance, but I can’t deny how good it feels that we are somewhat on good terms.
Well, except for Carmela, but she's another story.
“I’m heading out. Don’t wait up for me,” I reply.
Fabio laughs. “Like I would.”
The cool, night breeze hits me as I step outside and walk towards the garage. The red Ferrari, situated in a corner, beeps as I approach it. As I hop into the car, I feel a surge of excitement coursing through my veins.
The engine roars to life, matching the growing anticipation within me. I drive out of the compound, and soon I’m on the highway.
Neon lights reflect off the polished surface of my car as I navigate through the city streets. I’m driving way past the speed limit, but I don’t care. I can almost taste the anticipation in the familiar building of Sinz Swing . A line of luxury cars and the velvet ropes outside signal that I have arrived. Parking my car, I climb out and head towards the entrance.
The bouncers, dressed in sharp suits, recognized me immediately.
“Boss,” one of them says, tipping his head. He’s one of my mafia men.
He leads me to the VIP entrance at the side of the building.
The air crackles with an intoxicating blend of music, laughter, and conversations as I step inside. The dim, red lights create a scene of lust and allure. I glance towards the dance floor, spotting the silhouette of naked bodies grinding against each other. The loud music is muffled as I step into the elevator leading to the top section, where I know I will find Marco.
The reverberating beats hit me again as I step out of the elevator on the higher floor. The VIP section, elevated above the main floor, offers a wider view of the display below. The section is adorned with plush seating, private booths, and exquisite women. I immediately spot Marco seated at his usual spot. As usual, he’s surrounded by naked bodies.
“My man! You’re here,” Marco yells over the loud music as he sees me approaching.
“Come on. Sit,” he says. Immediately, the girls seated beside him on the plush sofa stands up to find new positions.
“I’m not here to socialize, Marco,” I say.
That earns me a smirk. “Finally decided to scratch that itch?”
“I need your best girls,” I say, glancing over the girls around him.
My gaze lands on a petite and curvy girl with long blonde hair and olive skin, currently sitting on Marco’s lap. “I want her,” I say, nodding towards her.
“Good taste,” he drawls.
Marco nods at the girl. She scoots off his lap and comes to stand before me. Her name tag reads Candy. Typical.
The other girls try harder to get my attention, batting their lashes, licking their nipples and rolling their hips. I pick out one that intrigues me: dark hair in tight curls that fall to just above her ass, blue eyes that are a little too large, and skin that is paler than milk chocolate. I glance at the tag pinned to her see-through bra. Summer.
“Enjoy yourselves,” Marco chuckles as we head towards one of the exclusive rooms.
The moment we step into the dimly lit room, I pull my shirt off before walking towards the couch. The moment I am seated, Candy wastes no time kneeling before me and unbuckling my belt.
“Come here,” I grunt towards Summer as Candy whips my dick out and takes it into her mouth.
I bury my hands in Candy’s blond hair, imagining she’s another blonde-haired girl I should not be thinking about. The second girl climbs the sofa and begins kissing my neck. She sucks on my neck hard as Candy licks and teases my balls. I groan in pleasure, grabbing Summer’s perky tits and massaging them through her lacy bra. Candy keeps sucking and licking my cock for some minutes, while I pull Summer’s lace thong.
“Take it off and spread your legs,” I growl.
“Yes, sir,” she says, quickly obeying my demand.
I spread my legs apart further, sliding down the couch so that Summer can climb over my body. Candy makes seductive noises as she bobs her head, taking me deep into her throat. Summer straddles my stomach, positioned upside down with her wet center exposed to my face. She moans loudly as I sink my fingers inside her pussy. She bucks her pelvis backwards, rubbing herself against my hand.
Candy is still sucking my cock, but Summer’s movements have become more frenzied. Soon, her breath hitches, and she starts moaning loudly. I grip her ass cheeks, pulling her even closer to me as I add another finger inside her.
Candy slips my cock out of her mouth, working me with her hand as she kisses Summer, swallowing her moans. Summer’s juices coat my fingers as she squirms above me, and soon, her body bucks as she climaxes.
“On the bed,” I grunt once she has recovered from her orgasm. “Both of you.”
Summer crawls off me, walking to the bed and laying back against the pillows. Candy kneels between Summer’s spread legs, jutting her ass in the air. I feel myself getting harder again as I watch Candy place kisses on Summer’s inner thighs, using her fingers to spread Summer’s folds wide.
“Oh yeah,” Summer moans loudly as Candy begins to lick her pussy.
As she does this, I walk towards the bed and run my fingers down Candy’s back. She shudders as my finger trails down to her ass and enters her slick hole.
“Did you get this wet just from sucking my dick?” I ask, slipping my fingers in and out of her.
“Yes,” she moans, the sound slightly muffled by Summer’s pussy in her mouth.
I pump my hard dick with my hands before sinking into Candy’s pussy. The entire room is filled with the sounds of moans and skin slamming together.
“This feels so good,” Summer moans, burying her hands into Candy’s hair.
As Candy’s fingers and tongue work Summer’s clit, I thrust into her from behind, my hands gripping onto her hipbones while my dick fills her up. The sound of their moans and hums is like music to my ears, and I feel myself getting close.
My balls tighten as I thrust harder and faster, making Candy’s moans louder. I close my eyes as I slip in and out of her wetness. Lorena’s face appears in my head, and I slam into her one last time. Her body begins to shake as she comes, digging her hands into Summer’s thighs. I follow shortly after, and the moment I slip out of her pussy, the two girls scramble to the floor before me, kneeling as I cum on their faces.
My cum drips onto their bodies as they suck it all up. The moment they are done licking me clean, I walk over to the sofa, my body still tense.
I sit there, my fists tightening on the armrest, while I rake my hand through my hair. Frustration threatens to burst out of me at the realization that having sex with two hot women did nothing to calm my nerves.
There's only one fix for this mess, but she's totally off-limits.