Chapter FifteenCalista
Chapter Fifteen
Calista
The sound of my phone ringing throws me off. I scoop it off the desk near my bed and see it’s Maggie. I haven’t heard from her in weeks. Sleepily, I answer with a simple hello.
“Hey, girlie. How are you doing?”
“Um…I’m good. I just woke up,” I groan, stretching as I hold the phone to my ear.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” I plop back down on the bed.
“It’s okay.” I lift the phone from my ear and check the time. It’s nine, so I should be getting up anyway. “How are things going?” We used to be so close, but I know she feels uncomfortable since I got booted from the program.
“The program is great, but I miss you and your brilliant mind. We all do, especially Jacob.” She says it with annoyance, and I can picture her rolling her eyes.
“I’m sure.” I was their little nerd that they got their answers from. It was a quick way to not look stupid in front of the instructors.
“When do you think you’ll be back?”
“I have no idea.”
“Well, if you do come back, I’m sure they’ll let you in again. I think they regret letting you go.”
“I doubt it.”
“No, you’d be wrong. Dr. Fisher had a serious change of heart and asked if we’ve heard from you.” I knot forms in my stomach and all thoughts go to my father and wonder what he’s done. Did he send one of his men to threaten my former teacher or pay him off?
“Are you serious?” I asked, sounding less shocked than I felt.
“Absolutely.”
“Yeah, right.”
“She’s not lying, gorgeous,” Jacob says.
“Jacob?” Okay, now I’m more shocked and betrayed. What the hell was he doing on the call, and was he listening the whole time? I’m glad I didn’t say anything inappropriate.
“Yeah, we’re all hanging out before class. Dr. Fisher and Dr. Stevens asked us about you today.”
I scoff because I sure as hell don’t believe that unless they’re being forced to offer me a position. “They want you back, and so do we.”
“Then they should contact me,” I say. Do I really want to go back?
“We’ll tell them,” Jacob insists. I doubt he’ll tell them unless it benefits him. One thing I’ve learned about him is that he’s an opportunist to the max. Whether it’s money, women or connections, if it doesn’t benefit him, Jacob wants no part in it.
“You don’t have to do that,” I insist, wanting no favors from him. After my birthday party I have little to no trust in him.
“Beautiful, we need to have your back,” Jacob says, sounding flirty as always. “You’re our rockstar.”
“Maybe. I’ll consider it.”
“Well, that’s great, then.”
“Ain’t it? Well, I’ll let you go. I have a busy day ahead of me.”
“Okay. It’s great talking to you, gorgeous.” I end the call and then lay my head back down. I’m not sure what I plan on doing, but I can’t go back to sleep anymore, so I toss off the covers and climb out of bed.
I need to wash my hair so it’s dried by the time the stylists arrive in four hours. Digging through my new clothes, I grab a panty and bra set along with a cute pair of shorts and a tee before setting them out on the bed.
I turn on some music and then the shower; hopefully the sounds of Led Zeppelin will mask the vibrations of my toy as I fuck myself to thoughts of the only person I can’t stop thinking about—Ian.
I wonder if he thinks about me when he strokes that massive, thick engorged length between his legs. My body quakes with need just imagining what he’d do to me with it. He destroyed my insides the last time. My tongue peeks out from my mouth as I envision running it around Ian’s bulbous tip and then sucking it down as far as I can go before gagging on the girthy length.
My orgasm doesn’t take long to rip through me because it never does when I think about him, so I’m able to wash up quickly and get out before I’ve finished a few Zeppelin hits. I turn off the water and the music after wrapping up my hair and body in two large towels.
My phone rings with a number I don’t recognize. Still, it has a Chicago area code, so I picked it up, assuming it’s the doctors calling to offer me my position. “Hello,” I answered.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” My eyes widened and I look up around my bathroom, wondering if somehow he’s got secret cameras hidden inside there. I know it’s ridiculous, but then my body lights up with a delicious new fantasy.
I gasp at the sound of his voice. “I can’t believe you are calling me.”
“I should have called you a long time ago.” Damn right, he should have, even though I told him I didn’t want to deal with a man in his area of expertise.
“What’s going on? Are you okay?” I hate him suffering. After the last time, I nearly came back but Claudia told me not to because it was dangerous. Despite my reservations about the life our families lead, my heart can’t deny what I feel for him.
“Never better, beautiful. So, I heard your father’s having a fancy party tonight.”
“Yes, he is. How did you know?” Is he spying on me? Now the camera thing is starting to feel possible. Then again that could explain why there were extra men lurking around and my father wasn’t too concerned.
“I have my ways. Are you ever planning on coming home?”
“Do I really have a reason to come home? After all, I have no job, no schooling, and no one to go home to.” Immediately, I wonder if he was involved in getting Dr. Fisher to change his mind instead of my father. After all, they are a lot closer.
“Women, wait till I get my hands on your pretty little ass. I’ll bend you over and spank it.”
“You’d actually have to come near me to do that, and I doubt that will happen,” I huff.
“Well, it’s just a warning, and I have another one. If you let any of those assholes at your father’s party touch you, I’ll cut off their fingers.” His tone is gruff and strong, reminding me of the way he held me with such power.
Still, I can’t help but point out the truth. “I don’t belong to you.” Despite what my heart does when I think about him, which is almost every waking moment, it doesn’t change the fact that I haven’t heard from him until now.
“The moment you let me between your legs, you became mine, my little mafia princess.”
“I’ve got to get dressed.”
“You’re naked?”
“Actually, I’m in a towel,” I answer with the intention of tormenting him.
“Fuck, you are a naughty little girl.”
“Yes, I am, and too bad you missed the show.” He growls, and I giggle just before I click the red button, ending the call and tossing the phone on the bed. Let him suffer a little.
****
This dress was a bad idea. I haven’t been at the party for more than twenty minutes and I’ve had more eyes on me than I can fathom. It’s not only the men, but the women have been shooting daggers at me. There’s no doubt this outfit made me a target of pure attention and hatred. I’m not mean or conceited, but this outfit is banging, and I look incredible in it. My curves only extend to my ass and tits, whereas my waist is snatched, giving me a completely sultry vibe.
“You are divine,” Edgar Cordova says. I roll my eyes before giving him my attention. “Thanks. Isn’t your fiancée around here somewhere?” My head turns and searches around the country club’s ballroom for her.
“She doesn’t have to be my fiancée. I can always fix that mistake.”
“Yeah, she’s not the mistake. You are. If something happens to her, I’ll know exactly who had a hand in it,” I say, my voice thick with meaning. This is why I hate the mafia family life. It’s as if I become them instantly, wanting to slit throats and end lives. I can’t shake who I am—my father’s daughter.
“It doesn’t have to be like that.”
“You heard my sister, Cordova.” My brother steps up, along with my father. I can’t believe they would behave that way at my father’s party, especially since he owns the club as well.
“She won’t always be around.”
I pulled a blade from my dress and put it to his throat. “No, but neither will you. This isn’t the place to mess with a Vitale, is it?”
A hand comes up between us, and I see it’s my father. “Princess,” he says as a light warning. We’re in company, so I slowly back down without taking my eyes away from Cordova. That’s when I notice his father is now standing directly behind his rude ass.
The older man looks at me and then over my shoulder to my father. “Sorry. Terribly sorry, Ms. Vitale. He’s just drunk,” Cordova’s father says.
“It’s time you went home,” my father says, making a point.
“We’re sorry about all of this,” he says, leading him away, but not before his asshole son gets one more jab out.
“Maybe his daughter shouldn’t look like a fucking hooker, and then I wouldn’t have offered to fuck such a hot piece of ass.”
“All deals are off,” my father utters.
“Noted and understood.” He drags his son away and mutters something about being a total fucking failure.
“I’m sorry about that, Princess.”
“No, I knew this outfit was going to draw attention, and with that comes the fucking super creeps. You’d think that my status would stop the idiots, but it doesn’t.”
“We need to get you married, and then they’ll stop,” my brother adds. There’s only one man I’m interested in, and I doubt that will ever happen.
“I’m probably never getting married.”
“We’ll see about that,” he scoffs and then takes his drink from the bartender and walks away.
“Relax and have a drink, Princess. I’m sorry about all of this, but I’m sure things will get better. You don’t look like a hooker, by the way. You look beautiful tonight.”
Still, I can only think of one man I want to see me in this or to tear it off with his teeth. I know it’s not going to happen. I want to change, but I know that’s also not going to happen.
Suddenly, the air changes around me as someone comes up behind me. “Did you miss me?” A heated chill washes over me as his words kiss my throat. A wave of longing simmers through my veins.
“Ian?” My voice is just above a whisper. “What are you doing here?” The words come out shaky, all my nerves on edge.
“I was invited.” A growl falls from his powerful mouth. “And damn, I think your father is trying to get me killed or have me arrested for murder because this outfit is a fucking piece of cloth barely covering your pussy and has short-circuited my brain. I’m about to gouge out the eyeballs of some of these pricks.” I’m grateful he missed the scene that played out moments ago.
He slides his hand across my waist, pulling me into his chest. “God, you feel incredible. I want to eat you up. I feel like this is deja vu. This time you won’t be leaving my bed.”
“I believe that was a hotel room.”
He dips his head, nuzzling my neck, and I don’t even bother to stop him. “Don’t tempt me, little girl.” He takes my hand and slides a ring onto it. “You’re mine. And I want everyone here to know it.”
“What?”
“You heard me, my little mafia princess.”
“Ian,” I sigh, facing him, and lift my head, my lips brushing his chin. He smiles and lowers his head, crushing his lips to mine.