Chapter 12
Davide
I can’t explain the feeling of waking up with India sprawled across my chest, sleeping when I woke up earlier.
Her hair was lying to the side, and she had a look of peace upon her face.
After I took her the first time, I woke her up an hour later, but that time, I slowly made love to her, giving her all of me, letting her know I belonged to her and no one else.
When we were done with our second session, we both were famished.
I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a warm wash towel.
I came back and cleaned India off, then myself.
After tossing the towel in the dirty clothes hamper, I got a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt from my dresser.
I handed India the shirt, then I put on the bottoms. I chuckled as the shirt engulfed her and hung almost to her knees.
I must say, she did look sexy in my shirt though.
We went to the kitchen and found a meat, cheese, and cracker tray in the refrigerator as well as some sliced fruits.
India snatched up two bottles of water and some napkins, and with that, we returned to the room.
We talked more as we ate the snacks. I brought up the subject of us not using any protection.
I wanted her to not worry about catching any diseases because I was clean and could show her the results of my last checkup, two months ago.
Anyone I’ve been with since then, I used a condom with.
She informed me she was clean too, her last sexual partner was over six months ago, and she had the contraceptive implant in her arm to prevent pregnancies.
I told her that was smart, but in the future, the implant would have to go once we we’re married.
She almost spit out her grape laughing, but I was serious as hell.
India was going to be the mother of my children.
Together we were going to raise the next Don and Princess of the Russo family.
I let it slide when she quickly changed the subject.
I knew it was too soon to talk about marriage and babies, but I wanted to put it out there what I wanted with her.
We continued laughing and talking, even stealing kisses here and there.
This is what I wanted, to have long nights making love to my woman, then sitting around talking about any and everything. Just enjoying one another’s company.
Once we finished, I sat the tray and empty water bottles on the stand next to the bed. India laid her body halfway across my chest throwing her leg over mine. I held her in my arms as sleep took over us once again.
The sunlight coming from the windows awakened India first. I felt her as she tried to slip out of my arms.
“Where are you going, angel?”
She giggles. “Well, if I’m going to be staying in here with you, then I need to bring my stuff in here. I need my toothbrush and toothpaste. I don’t want to hit you with this morning breath.”
“Let me see, breathe on me.” I tease.
She laughs harder. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, now let me see what I’ll have to deal with every morning.”
She hesitates but then blows her breath in my face. I begin to cough, trying to move away from her. India covers her mouth. “Is it really that bad?” She asks, embarrassed.
I frown at her, before laughing out loud. “No, India, I’m just teasing you. Even if your breath smelled like rotten onions, you better kiss me before you leave this bed.” Lowering her hand, she grins before giving me a quick kiss. “Now, come on. I’ll help you move your stuff in here.”
An hour and a half later, I had rearranged my closet and dresser drawer, giving her space for her items. We brought all her clothes, shoes, and accessories over and had them organized in the empty spaces. She ran back to the room to grab her toiletries, and just like that, my room became our room.
It was close to ten when we finished. We took a long hot steamy shower together, and as much as I wanted to have her again, I was a good boy and cleaned both of us up. I knew she was a little sore from last night’s activities.
“So, what are the plans for today?” India asks, zipping up a pair of dark blue skinny jeans she paired with a baggy, three-quarter length white shirt that hung off her ebony shoulder. She had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail that showed her angel wings when she turned around. My angel.
“I was thinking I could show you around the city so you can see the beauty of it,” I reply, pulling my black short-sleeved Henley shirt over my head. I decided to dress casual today with a simple shirt and a pair of jeans.
“That would be nice. I’d love that.”
“Cool, lunch should almost be ready for us since we missed breakfast. I need to go to my office to check over some work, but I will meet you downstairs in the dining room in about twenty minutes, or would you prefer to have lunch on the patio since it’s such a nice day out?”
“On the patio is fine with me. I like being outside.”
I kiss her forehead. “I’ll let Ventura know we’ll be eating outside then.”
“You don’t have to since you’re going to your office. I’ll go and let him know. I want to see what the chef is preparing anyway. I’ll just meet you on the patio when you’re done.”
“That works for me.”
She slips on a pair of white sandals as I put on a pair of black loafers. We leave out our room hand and hand. When we get to the bottom of the stairs, I kiss her passionately before going separate ways.
I made a few business calls, set up some future deals, and checked over my accounts while in my office.
Checking my messages, I had one from Willam, apologizing for last night and hoping we could still do business.
I erased his message because I don’t know how he got my phone number, and I know for sure Piero wouldn’t have given it to him.
The desperation in his voice let me know either he was hurting for money, or he was a fed, and either of the two was bad for business.
I was going to have to have Piero have a talk with him to find out how he got my number and make sure he knew there would be no business between us.
I called Brat to see how they were doing.
She said they were fine and asked if I handled the situation yet.
I told her it would be handled soon. She sucked her teeth and muttered something under her breath.
We finished he call with our usual back and forth insults before telling the other we loved them.
Shutting my computer down, I stand getting ready to meet India on the patio when the intercom on my desk chimes. Hitting the receive button, I say, “Yes.”
“Signore, potrebbe voler venire di sotto. Tua madre è qui e Miss India appena entrato (Sir, you might want to come downstairs. Your mother is here and Miss India just walked in).” Ventura informs over the intercom.
“Arrivo subito (I’ll be right there).” I quickly tell him as I head towards the door. I wanted mother to meet India, so I guess there’s no time like the present.
I stopped when I got halfway down the stairs. India was standing by the entrance to the kitchen while mother stood in the foyer with a brunette young lady I have never seen before.
“Davide, there you are,” Mother says, smiling at me as I begin to continue down the stairs.
“Mother, good to see you,” I tell her, before kissing one cheek then the other.
“Well, we were out for a ride and decided to drop by. You remember my dear friend Marian, well this is her daughter, Loletta.”
“Nice to meet you, Loletta,” I greet, glancing out the corner of my eye to India, who looks unimpressed.
“I’ve told her all about you and thought it would be a wonderful idea for the two of you to meet.” Mother gushes, clasping her hands together.
“Yes, Davide your mother has told me so much about you, I feel like we’re old friends,” Loletta says, touching my arm.
India coughs behind me. I take a step back out of Loletta's unwanted touch.
Mother peers at India then back at me. “I didn’t know you were hiring new servants.”
I had to catch myself before the disrespectful words that were on the tip of my tongue assaulted my mother. “Mother, India is not a servant. She is my woman, and I would like for you to show her some respect.”
Mother gasps, while Loletta's eyes grow wide. “Your woman?! Come now, Davide, she has to be a passing fancy that has gotten your attention. Loletta, here, is what you need to settle down with.”
“Now, listen here...” India starts as she moves closer Loletta, but I cut her off.
“You will watch how you speak of India. She is not a passing fancy! She is my woman, and no one you bring in front of me will take her place.” I turn to Loletta. “I’m sorry my mother brought you here with false hopes, but I’m with someone.”
She huffs. “No need to be sorry, Davide. I know you’re at the age where men want to sow their wild oats before they settle down. I’ll be right here when you’re through with your charity case.”
India tilts her head up to me, and we both raise our eyebrow at the same time. She smirks before turning back to Loletta. “That’s Princess, hon.”
Loletta snickers with an unattractive snort. “Princess? Princess of what? If you’re a princess, then I’m the Queen of fucking England. Davide, once we’re together, I don’t want to hear about or see your playthings. They will need to know I’ll always be number one in your life.”
Having heard enough of her rambling, I snap. “Bitch, did you not hear what the fuck I said?! India is my woman! I don’t want your stuck-up ass. Now, get the fuck out my house, before I let her fuck you up for being disrespectful!”
Loletta’s mouth drops as she takes a step back when India moves towards her. “You heard what my man said, get the fuck out!”
“Davide!” Mother shrieks.
“No mother, I tried to be nice to her, but she wouldn’t listen so you can take this thirsty wannabe Don’s wife back to wherever you found her ass.”
Throwing her hair over her shoulder, Loletta tries to save face. “Well, you just lost out on the best thing that could’ve ever happened to you!”