by Olga GOA
“In the meantime, we will deal with something more interesting, huh?” Milano turned to his Amazon, flirting.
Veronica pronounced with chagrin, “You said it yourself—today is the day without sex!”
“Actually, I was talking about your sketches.” Milano grinned, feeling her bodily hunger with his male intuition. This time, Veronica was ready to have sex more than he was.
“I’m not falling for that, Milano.”
Milano laughed at Veronica’s joke. Then he joined her and they both started viewing the gorgeous sketches of clothing that Veronica had drawn. Milano liked how enthusiastically she worked and how unique her sketches were. He was amazed at how Veronica invested her time in her creations―she wound many interesting ideas in her smart head. Her talent was becoming so obvious every day, and it so enthralled Milano. Even though this pleased him, it also upset him. He felt Veronica could walk away with their baby after gaining complete independence. Perhaps he still doubted her true love. It looked like he wasn’t ready to accept it.
While on the other hand, Milano sensed that Veronica was the girl he needed. She was the light towards which he reached out and from which he fled. It was like he was afraid of losing himself near her. Although the hope that Veronica would accept him as he was, wasn’t weakened. For many years, he suffered from the excessive burden of the past and he never shared it with anyone. Maybe he didn’t like his family to feel sorry for him, after knowing the truth. He didn’t like them to encourage him with comforting words—that everything will be all right. Milano wanted neither of those things. He just wanted peace in his life.
Veronica unawares took his hand, starting to caress his blue veins with her thumb. “I agree.”
“About what?” Milano was perplexed when she ceased his thoughts.
“To be your wife...” Veronica smiled, tenderly kissing his bottom lip.
“Do you know that the notion ‘to become a wife’ has a special meaning?”
Milano ran his fingers through his hair, preparing to lecture Veronica about life. Veronica rolled her eyes, pretending that his lectures palled her.
“Are you talking about the wedding?” Veronica wondered.
Milano’s smile turned into a seductive smirk. “No. I meant the rough sex where the wife must obey if her husband asks for it!”
“You wish!” Veronica found a small pillow next to her and threw it at Milano.
As usual, Milano caught it, presenting his masculine adroitness. He lay down on the bed, putting the pillow under his chin and mysteriously looking at his Angel. Milano chuckled as his hand slide over Veronica’s leg and moved it further along her thigh.
“My sweet... Leave my thighs alone.” Even she said so; Veronica didn’t stop his tantalizing and exciting petting.
“Oh, come on!” Milano laughed, paving the way to her feminine intimate treasure. “You want me to continue on yourself.”
“Milano... You didn’t lock the door...” Veronica wheezed, directing him to the hot south of her body.
“But it gets us more excited, right? The risk that we might get caught having sex...” Milano muttered, feeling his superiority. He removed his shirt and threw it casually on the chair. He heard Veronica’s moan when his nimble fingers found her entrance, which was burning with all the colors of lust. Milano’s fingers made their way, shamelessly diving into her entrance.
Veronica whimpered.
“I demand the continuation of this hot banquet, my sweet pea. I do!” Milano growled, starting to move his long fingers inside her entrance and elevated Veronica to the heights of Nirvana. His eyes never ceased watching Veronica’s facial expressions, knowing that soon she would come.
Veronica squalled under Milano’s lips when his fingers pressed a particular sensitive spot inside her body. She was breathing heavily when Milano stopped his sex tricks and smeared Veronica’s lips with the nectar of her pleasure.
“Taste yourself, cara; feel how I cherish your body,” Milano told her, looking at her sensual mouth. Giving her Demon the opportunity to become her sex teacher, Veronica made him happy. Milano was flattered that she trusted him that much at their first meeting near the cafe.
The picture, as Veronica licked her lips and tasted herself while closing her eyes, pushed Milano to take over the reins and cast a spell on his Amazon. He planned to do it so passionately. He wanted Veronica to be depended on his body.
Milano gently tipped her head back, supporting her neck and put Veronica down on the bed. He could barely stand Veronica’s caresses as she ran her hands over his tight muscles.
Veronica didn’t resist Milano’s vim when he hugged her. Their breathing quickened as Milano was about to unbutton his pants, but then, he stopped. What he saw chilled his ardor.
Slowly getting up from Veronica, Milano pulled a long face.
“What happened?” Veronica made a surprised look.
“God! Why did you do this to yourself? You’re just skin and bones!” Milano raved, wrinkling his face from the inner pain for Veronica.
“I feel fine. Come to me, my love...” Veronica held out her hands to him, missing his embrace. But Milano moved further away from her.
“You’re too exhausted.” Milano said dolefully, he only shook his head. “The doctor was right saying that we should not risk. Think about the baby, dear.”
“Doctors sometimes know less than the women themselves, Milano!” Veronica insisted.
“Until I see some fat on your body, I won’t touch you.”
“Just tell me that I’m not good enough for you and be done with it! I won’t give you the right to use my body anymore!” Veronica abruptly pushed Milano in the chest with so much force that he almost fell out of the bed. Her patience was running out.
“What the hell, Veronica?!”
Without realizing what had just happened, Milano rushed to his Amazon and forcefully gave her lips the passion they needed. Veronica relaxed, moaning.
All of her female hormones ceased their rage, and they finally silenced. Veronica groaned from Milano’s light bites, swallowing the immense heat of his breath. Milano’s light hickeys on her breast made Veronica grasp his black hair stronger. She massaged his scalp, and Milano inhaled sharply, not wishing to cross the line.
“Hold back, my fairy…” Milano said, slowly pulling away from Veronica. His vision blurred and his body did not obey him. Milano was falling faster into the waterfall of his desire, and he didn’t want to stop it.
However, Milano raised one eyebrow, seeing how Veronica smiled at him, reaching out to unbutton his pants.
“May the demon take my soul! What do you want, little one?” Milano roared like a tiger.
“I want you, my love. You have refrained from sexual activity for so many months...”
“Nikky... Fuck!” Milano cursed as Veronica’s hands wrapped around his penis and caressed its shaft with her intrusive fingers. He melted under her natural warm skin, like thin ice on a big lake. There was nothing to say—Milano remained silent in response to her attack and her resoluteness.
Veronica touched the tip of his shaft with her tongue and gently kissed it, glancing at Milano. She quickly went to work, showering him her little experience she had in this case. Her lips slowly slid along the entire length of his penis, and Milano arched. He stroked the top of his Amazon’s head softly, feeling tingles all over his skin.
He was almost close and didn’t want to come in her mouth, but Veronica didn’t let him move away. He groaned, losing the fight with his Amazon, but promising himself that he will have payback next time.
Veronica sat down on the bed, gently wiping her mouth with a napkin. Seeing Milano’s snort, she was very happy with her achievement.
“You will probably brag to your friends and tell them how I am trouble-free, right?!” Veronica chided him for his excessive pomposity.
“Baby...” Milano tried to control his laughter, but couldn’t.
“Don’t laugh at me! My classmates used to talk about this!”
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“So, your classmates had awful boyfriends!” Milano explained to her, rolling his eyes. “I never boast about the sex I have. Everything stays behind closed doors, my Amazon.”
Milano reached out to take Veronica’s hand, but she playfully turned away from him.
“Don’t incur my anger, Angel. If you do...”
“Would you tie me to your chair and stroke me feverishly?” Veronica spoke with a soft tone, turning her head toward her Demon. But what she saw in his eyes made her swallow hard. They radiated passion; too dangerous for her.
“That’s an idea! Next time I will do it. I will pour honey on all the sensitive parts of your body, and I will lick them until morning comes. You’ll love it.” Milano chuckled, clasping his hands behind his head and smugly staring at the ceiling.
Veronica gaped in response to his boundless self-confidence.
“Your tongue wouldn’t hurt?” She chaffed him playfully.
“No, my warrior. I have perfectly mastered the different techniques of cunnilingus.”
Veronica blinked, trying to guess what his words meant. Was cunnilingus some kind of intimate game or a different kind of sex?
What does that mean? She wondered, anxiously biting her upper lip, too shy to ask Milano.
Milano glanced at her, his head askew. “On the first day of our meeting, when we were at Fabiano’s house, I fondled your entrance with my tongue before taking your virginity. Men sometimes use this technique called ‘oral sex’ which arouses women. It is applied so that women won’t be in any pain during sex.”
“Got it.” Veronica moved in closer to Milano, leaning on his shoulder and feeling at peace. “You are an excellent teacher for the inexperienced ladies, Milano.”
“And you are a real Godsend for an abnormal idiot like me,” Milano confessed bitterly, covered Veronica’s palm with his and turned his head in her direction.
Their eyes met, and something hot and bright flashed inside Milano’s heart. It squeezed his throat; his pulse increased, and he wanted to cry. This feeling didn’t leave Milano until Veronica kissed him. All his thoughts were mixed up. He didn’t control his actions even though his hands encircled his goddess waist, and his other hand supported her head.
Milano forgot everything around him, not even hearing his cell phone ring. His goddess, Nike, mesmerized him and didn’t let him move. He didn’t wish to interrupt this beautiful magic they had together. It could be a crime for him to tear away from Veronica at this moment. Veronica withstood his persistence, but Milano didn’t let her go; his heart danced.
But hearing the phone at last, Milano growled.
“Milano, the call could be important! Answer.” Veronica gasped when he finally let her breathe, allowing her lips to be free.
Milano rolled his eyes, took the call and pressed the speaker button.
“Yes, Hidalgo?” He spoke, settling himself comfortably on the bed. “I know that you’re waiting for me in Barcelona, but there is a situation here that I need to take care of. I cannot make it.”
Veronica heard the man curse on the other end of the call. He hissed on somebody who was near the phone as well. She felt guilty as she looked at her Demon, but he just waved his hand.
“What the hell is this situation?” Hidalgo broke out, starting to swear in Spanish when Milano talked to him. “We have been waiting for you since the beginning of this week, and you—”
“My fiancée is in a delicate condition. She is pregnant, and there is a risk of miscarriage. I am not able to leave, Hidalgo. You have to understand.”
On the other end, even the whirr and whoosh of the printer stopped. Hidalgo grew quiet.
“Sorry man, but, even if I come to Barcelona, I won’t work. Thoughts about the baby will constantly fill my head. I shouldn’t be making any excuses in business, I know… But I’m still counting on your compassion to give me a week, at least.” Milano responded in his strict tone.
“Then send me the project which you have finished by fax! I have no fucking copies! Nobody made them for me, and I’m the construction supervisor!” Hidalgo went on a rampage again, pouring out his Spanish curse words on Milano.
Veronica found it pretty hilarious—her Demon could barely restrain himself from yelling at Hidalgo.
“Look, cool down, man! Okay? We will finish it soon. Don’t be a pussy! Bye.” Milano finished and hung up despite Hidalgo continued to speak in Italian, giving Milano a good tongue-lashing.
Milano had never seen such a nervous businessman like Hidalgo in his professional life. Although Milano understood the bad circumstances of postponing the dates of the building construction. He worried over his business just like Hidalgo and was concerned about it.
“Sorry, dear. I honestly didn’t want you to cancel your trip to Barcelona. I’m really selfish.” Veronica’s face became sad; she was apologizing for being possessive like Milano. If everything was in her power, she would have chained him to the bed and wouldn’t have let him go. And Milano would have had to deal with it.
“Forget it. If this project doesn’t work out, to hell with it!” Milano comforted her, pulling her in his embrace. “You and our baby mean more to me than anything else in this world. Remember that, my little candy.” Milano touched Veronica’s cheek, and she finally smiled.
Veronica’s heart fluttered like a butterfly that just got out of its cocoon. Milano put her and their child above everything in his life. He didn’t think about the future consequences of his decisions. Although, Veronica hoped that Hidalgo would cover for Milano and forgive him for the delay in construction. After all, Veronica always thought if people didn’t meet each other halfway, things that unite them like―love, understanding, kindness, and participation will disappear. Veronica knew that these things are what make us human.
When Francesca and Lucenzo came to see Veronica and Milano later, they were amazed at what they saw with their own eyes. The Demon and his Angel were sleeping in a tight embrace and had forgotten about dinner. Francesca and Lucenzo decided not to wake them up because Veronica needed rest, and Milano was very nervous and tired because of her condition. So, Francesca and Lucenzo carefully shut the door and went to relax.
The next day was going to be filled with unexpected events.
***
In the morning, Veronica woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. Milano informed her that his former nanny, Gloria, will come to the cottage, and Veronica should welcome her properly.
Veronica muttered something but promised Milano that she wouldn’t let him down. Still, unlike Milano, she was able to communicate with people, whether old or young. She could carry on a conversation and be polite despite how rude the other person was. She could withstand the rudeness unless of course, it hurt her pride and her dignity.
After her breakfast of tea, and warm Italian bread rolls stuffed with jam, marmalade, and chocolate, Veronica mentally thanked Francesca. Her friend was attentive and did not forget about her addiction to sweets as soon as her pregnancy term progressed. Veronica had a friend whom she could rely on.
Veronica never liked to sit idly, so in spite of what Milano told her, she began to clean the kitchen furniture. She hadn’t been doing it for long when she heard the ring of the doorbell. Veronica opened the door and an elderly woman stood on the threshold, holding some bags and her baggage. The woman was dressed in a dark skirt and pink blouse with frills; her long black hair was neatly gathered into a high hairdo. She was probably in her late sixties and looked at Veronica with a furrowed face.
“Buongiorno, Signora.” Veronica told her, smiling and inviting her into the house. “You must be Gloria—Milano’s ex-nanny. Let me help you with your bags.”
“No, Signorina...” Gloria shook her head, piercing Veronica with her brown eyes and speaking in clear English. “I will do it myself. Moreover, you are pregnant.”
Veronica bit her lip; Milano told Gloria everything without reserve. It was a pleasure for her, but at the same time, she was not too happy
about it. Veronica didn’t want people to condemn her, especially the older generation. She revered such people.
“Don’t be afraid. I don’t blame you in any case, Veronica.” Gloria smiled, putting the bags in the kitchen and started to unpack them. “It’s time for Milano to settle down and start a family. He is quite a grown stallion.”
At the word ‘stallion,’ Veronica burst out laughing. For the first time in her life, she felt calm with a stranger and understood her jokes. It was not difficult to relax in lovely Gloria’s company.
“Si. È proprio uno stallone!”[9] Gloria said in Italian, making a solemn face, and Veronica laughed again.
Seeing a cloth in Veronica’s hand, Gloria pouted and walked over to her, taking it away from Veronica. “I think you’d better rest, sweetheart. If Milano finds out you were working, it will do no good.”
“If his Majesty wishes, I can’t argue with it.” Veronica giggled. “You shouldn’t overwork, Gloria. And please, make yourself at home.” She shook Milano’s ex-nanny’s hand and then proceeded up the stairs, reaching third floor. Gloria smiled and then went into the kitchen.
Veronica didn’t want to lie on the bed doing nothing. She sat in the large armchair and came up with new models of clothes for women and children. Soon Veronica was out cold in her place. She didn’t hear Gloria enter the room and gently cover her with a blanket. The elderly woman was very glad that Milano had found at last such a smart and sincere girl like Veronica. Finally, the child whom she brought up would stop skirt-chasing.
As Gloria cleaned the apartment while singing some old Italian songs, she heard the doorbell ring. A delivery man brought a strange parcel that was packed in a heavy paper, without any stamps or markings. It was written on it, ‘to pass from hand to hand to Miss Veronica.’
Gloria tensed, feeling that this parcel portended bad news, but opening someone else’s parcel was considered bad manners. So she took the parcel into the room where Veronica was still sleeping and placed it on the nearby table. Then Gloria came out of the room and got back to her household work.
***
The evening came quickly. The sun had started to set, and a cool breeze was blowing on the streets. The weather was good for taking a walk or going on a date with a soulmate.