by C. M. Steele
“I love you so fucking much, Anabelle. Now and forever.”
“Always, Fabio.” He gently adjusts us so that I’m resting my head on his chest and covered as we fall asleep.
Chapter Eight
Fabio
By the next morning the family gathers in the living room to exchange presents, but all I want to do is be alone with my woman. Now that I’ve had a full taste of her, I’m going to be like a sick little puppy.
Even now, I follow Anabelle into the kitchen to help with the coffee, and as soon as I have her past the door, I pin her to the wall and bring her legs around me. “God, you’re gorgeous—and mine.”
“You’re pretty handsome yourself.” We lose control and I have my hands up her blouse, cupping her tits.
Grunting against her lips, “I ought to spank you for the lack of a bra, but damn, you’ve just made it easy for me.”
“I aim to please my boss.” Her soft giggle turns into a moan as I lift up her blouse and suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth. Her back arches off the wall and her legs tighten around my waist.
“As long as you know who’s in charge, my love.” I bite her ear and grind my cock against her when we hear the kitchen door open. I drop her blouse to cover her body, but we’re still in entangled against the wall. It’s obvious that we’re drying humping.
“Whoa.” Mia throws her hands up. “I didn’t see anything.”
“Oops. It looks like we’ve been found out.”
“Yeah, because that bullshit you both tried to play fooled everyone,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Honestly, I’m happy for you two, but if you don’t get the coffee started soon, we’ll have World War three on our hands out there.”
“Oh yeah. See, you make me forget what I’m doing.” She slaps my chest and moves around to get the coffee started. I assist, but it’s still a process, so we steal kisses.
“There are going to be tons of babies here soon.”
“Ooh. Is there someone you’re seeing, Mia?” Anabelle asks.
“Is there?” I growl, wanting to know who dare talk to my cousin without approaching us first. I don’t have to right to get in her business because she’s an adult, but that doesn’t I won’t.
“Not me. I meant Franco and you.”
I nod because she has a point. “Fair enough. But if you do meet someone, you better introduce him quickly.”
“If that day comes you’ll know.”
We bring out the coffee while Mia grabs the donuts. We all gather around the large tree while Zia Maria goes around snapping pictures, and for the first time, Franco doesn’t hide. The family doesn’t say a word, but the smiles that spread around the room are contagious.
I squeeze Anabelle as we sit next to each other. After the presents and the treats, we take a bunch of photos around the tree. I steal a kiss in one of them, catching Anabelle by surprise so her face is red through the next couple.
The rest of the morning goes by in a blur. I can’t believe the holiday festivities go by so fast, but it’s time for us to head back to the real world. We all part ways, planning to meet up for the wedding in a week, although the girls will be preparing together over the phone and from visits.
Isabelle still has to clear out her house, which means they have time to hang out this week. My restaurant is taking a major loss, but at this point I couldn’t give a fuck because our family has been put back together.
“Are you ready, my love?” I ask as we pull out of the driveway.
“Yes. I suppose I didn’t need all the extra clothes.” She tilts her head toward the back.
“Oh, you sure as hell do, unless you plan to walk around the condo naked. I won’t mind, as long as the curtains are closed.”
“Condo? Where you live?”
“Damn straight. Your place is nice, but your pretty ass can work from anywhere and I have food in my home to feed you.”
“That’s shocking. You’re always out all the time.” I know what she wants to say, but she bites her tongue. We’re moving past what her perceptions were, but it will take time.
“I like to test new recipes when I’m home.”
“Do I get to be your sampler?”
“I’d love to sample you all the damn time, amore.”
“Damn it…I should have kept my mouth shut.”
“Never. I want to hear everything you have to say, even when you’re angry with me.”
“Let’s hope for less days like that.”
“I can agree to that.”
Her phone beeps in her pocket. Pulling it out, she gasps.
“What?” I ask, worried as fuck.
“Focus on the road. I’m fine, but we have some drama. I’ve been tagged as well as Fiore’s restaurant on Twitter. Cheaters Cozy Up on Christmas.” I pull off on the side of the road where it’s safe and take a look at her phone.
“What the fuck?” It’s a picture from outside her house of Anabelle and I on her sofa on Christmas when I kissed her.
“Someone was watching us.”
“I’m not pissed that the press got that picture—it’s the accusations made. She hasn’t fucking learned her lesson.” It’s Malena’s Instagram page, where she claims I’m her baby’s father. I can’t even see straight. Immediately I’m on the phone to my lawyer.
“Evans. I need you to deal with this bullshit now. Don’t hold back the punches. This bitch doesn’t quit. I want her arrested and charged for violating the restraining order.”
“I’ll have her brought up on charges. I’m guessing this has to do with the Instagram post I saw this morning.”
“And you didn’t say anything?”
“Why ruin your holiday with your fiancée?”
“You’ve got a point on that one. Still, I want all of them to write a retraction and an apology to Anabelle.”
“Yes, Fabio. I’ll get right on it.” I end the call, seething. When I turn to Anabelle, she’s giggling. “Amore, I love you, but I’m not sure what’s funny about any of this.”
“I was just about to update our relationship status.”
“Oops.”
“Well, I’ll leave it to your lawyer. How about we drive back to your condo and then you give me all that pent-up, alpha-male energy coursing through you?”
“Did that turn you on, baby?”
“It sure did. So get back on the road and show me who’s your real woman.”
“You. Always you.” I head back on the road after adjusting my cock through my jeans.
“So, what are our plans after this? I know you’ll be working at your restaurants.”
“I’ll be in and out, but with the drama that she’s started, I might have an excuse to take time off after I show you off.”
“Sounds good to me.” I bring her hand to my lips, kissing it and then focusing on the road. We have a long drive to Buffalo where I live as well.
Once we end up on the main strip to my property, I get a call from my lawyer. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“She’s been arrested, given the evidence against her. She’ll be arraigned, but if she is pregnant, then you’ll need to take a DNA test.”
“I’ve never slept with her. What the fuck?”
“I believe you, but you know how it is. Actually, no, I don’t. It’s bullshit.”
“If I take a DNA test, it will look like we actually had a relationship, which we haven’t. I won’t do that to Anabelle.”
“It’s fine.”
“No. I have an easy solution. I’ll take a lie detector test. Set it up for tonight. I’m not in the mood to deal with this shit.”
“It can be done.”
“Get it done, and let me know where I’ll take it.”
“I’ll get it set up.” We pull into the underground garage, grateful the press don’t know where I live.
“I’m sorry about all of this, Anabelle.”
“I believe you, Fabio. You don’t have to do this to prove anything to me.” Her phone rings, and she says, “S
orry, I have to take this.” I nod.
“Hello, Ms. Smythe. Okay. Well, I’m sorry to hear you feel that way. It will be disappointing to lose you as a client, however, if you must know, it’s a lie.” She looks at her phone as she hangs up. Her phone goes off a couple more times.
“What’s going on?”
“Apparently, she’s found my company and has done a wonderful job of bashing me online and all the companies that work with me.”
“Baby, please don’t cry. We’ll get this all worked out.”
“I’ve worked so damn hard for this.”
“She’ll pay for it. Besides, I’m sure we can get you a bunch of new clients that aren’t assholes.”
“I just want to lie down.” We head upstairs, and I walk her into my condo. “Wow, this is beautiful.”
“Mia did all the decorating, of course. I don’t let people come here.”
Twenty minutes later, my lawyer asks me to go to the local police station where a professional polygrapher is willing to do the test. “I won’t be too long. Please, just rest.”
My phone rings, and it’s Franco. “What’s going on? Isabelle is worried. Something about you getting another woman pregnant.”
“Franco, you know the truth. I’ve never been with a woman until now. Anabelle’s it for me, and this is total bullshit. They’ve attacked Anabelle.”
“Let me know what you need me to do.”
“Just take care of Isabelle. Maybe have her call Anabelle. I have to run out and deal with this.”
“Okay. I will. Keep me informed.”
“I will.” I make the trip where my lawyer’s waiting for me. “I want to make a statement after this.” I do the test and pass easily because nothing is a lie.
It’s nearly eight at night when I address the media. “Hello. As most of you know, I’m Chef Fabio Fiore—” The start shouting questions and cameras flashing. I raise a hand, telling them to stop.
It takes a minute for them to simmer down, but once they do, I continue. “I’ve been accused of having an affair with Ms. Moore. It’s not anyone’s business whether it’s true or not, but since this affects more than just my status, I will address this matter. I won’t speak on it again. I didn’t have a relationship with Ms. Moore. She was one of many guests to have frequented my restaurant. I’ve never slept with her, so the lies she’s serving up have gotten out of control. The most recent that I’ve learned of is that she magically had a miscarriage after learning of my supposed infidelity—which I suspect was a fictious pregnancy. I have given Ms. Moore more kindness than she deserves.”
Pausing because being raised as a gentleman, I would never aim to embarrass a woman like this, but she’s gone too far. I pull a paper out of my suit jacket pocket and unfold it. Again the cameras go wild and so do the questions. I put it down and wait. As it settles, I clear my throat.
“This is the restraining order I had filed the night of the Instagram post where she claimed we were engaged. The post was removed; however, that didn’t stop her. She accosted me in my restaurant while insulting my future wife. I told her to stop or I’d go public with her batshit-crazy antics, but she took it to a whole new level. Today, I’ve taken time away from the woman I want to be with to do a lie detector test. Here is the examiner to explain the test results.”
“Hello, I’m Inspector Rodriguez. I asked Mr. Fiore a series of questions, during all of which he showed no deception, including never having a relationship with Ms. Moore in any sexual nature.”
“Thank you for your time. That’s all that will be said.” The reporters shout their questions in the small room, but I walk away because there’s someplace I’d rather be. Thanking my lawyer, I leave the police station and thank them for allowing us the use of the room.
When I arrive back at the condo, Anabelle’s standing there ready to greet me. “I watched your news conference.”
“I’m sorry that it was necessary at all. I love you, Anabelle. From the first moment we met, I knew you belonged to me. You stole my heart, and I don’t ever want anything or anyone to come between us.”
“I love you too. We’ve let too much come between us. Now, how about we enjoy the rest of our holiday break.” I love that idea. We sit in silence for a moment before she says, “I’ll need to look for another method of employment, but I’m planning to move in here soon. It should be easy to sell the house before I lapse on the mortgage.”
“Oh, yeah. About that. I have no intention of letting you leave. My brother’s not the only obsessed bastard.”
Chapter Nine
Anabelle
Our fingers lock together with his body leaning over mine. That’s when I feel the added weight on my left hand. It’s been a week since we’ve been together, and I love this man with all my heart, so I’m thrilled, but he forgot a step. “Hey, you didn’t ask.”
“Some risks aren’t worth taking,” he growls against my ear as his cock pushes inside of me from behind. I can’t catch my breath as he slowly drags his length almost completely out before slamming it in again. “I can’t exist without you.”
“You’re trying to make me come,” I moan out.
“That’s the objective, amore. Now, give me what I need.” His hand fists my hair, drawing my head back while his tongue slides along my throat. “Come for me.”
My pussy flutters, stomach clenching as he bites down, shattering me into a million pieces and sending an intense orgasm through me. Shaking, I press my hands to his thighs and ride out the waves. He speeds up, driving his hips forward, moving the sofa with every thrust.
“Give it to me, Fabio. Come inside of my greedy pussy.”
“Not until you come again.” He pulls out of me, presses his hand onto my back, pushing my chest to the back of the sofa before dropping to his knees. Fabio’s tongue teases my slit, plunging inside, hungry for my flavor on his taste buds. He can’t get enough of licking up my orgasm. “It’s a gourmet meal just for me.”
Standing up, he lifts me up and sits on the sofa with my thighs straddling his, my knees on the cushion as he impales me with his massively thick length. I cry out from the fullness, something I’m sure I’ll never get used to, and ride my fiancé.
“These tits are perfect,” he grunts, sucking one into his mouth, biting and marking them in mini love bites. His hands latch onto my ass, squeezing and kneading it like he’s making dough. “Everything about you is fucking amazing, Tesoro. Marry me, please.”
“Yes, yes. Fuck, yes,” I scream as my second orgasm of the night hits me. He holds me still, shooting his load into my womb to ensure that I’m pregnant. The man is on a mission to start our family, and so am I. There’s a good chance that he already accomplished it, but I won’t stop him from trying.
“I love you, Anabelle. Will you marry me next week?”
“Yes. Before my parents head back to Florida.”
“Sounds great to me. Let’s wash up and go to bed.”
“No way can I sleep now. I have to call Isabelle. We have a wedding to plan ASAP.” I jump off his semi-hard cock and dash into our bedroom and into his amazing shower that’s bigger than my old bathroom. There’s just so much to do. I look at the ring and giggle. It’s so big and beautiful, and I’ll be posting it tonight.
After the drama that went down with that bitch, I can’t wait to rub it in. I’ve lost so much because she had a crush on my man. It’s a shame that it had to come to this, but she’s getting the mental help she desperately needs. She has an ego that made her chase after the only man to refuse her. I want to feel sorry for her, but she ruined the career that I’ve worked extremely hard for, and it’ll take a long time to repair.
I’ve received a dozen apologies, but some things can’t be put back in the bottle. I won’t go back to any of those clients under any circumstances. Still, in time, I can forgive the rush to judgement.
“Love, are you done in there?” I saunter out of the bathroom in a towel and stare at my man who apparently used the other shower. H
e has a condo with two bathrooms, although I suppose it’s mine now too because he’s already demanded that I never leave. Of course we have more than one.
“Fuck me. You’re gonna get bent over again if you don’t slip some clothes on soon.”
“Yeah, because clothes actually stop your horny ass.”
“Very true, so climb your pretty ass in bed because I’m actually tired and we have a full week of getting ready for you to become my wife.” I drop the towel and slip on one of his tee shirts. “That’s going to get you nailed.”
“Save it for the morning, Chef Fiore, after you make me breakfast.”
“Deal.” He kisses my lips and then pulls me into his arms as I let out a long yawn. “Good night, sleepy beauty.”
Chapter Ten
Fabio
Another fresh batch of snow has fallen onto Rochester, but it’s perfect for my beautiful bride as she walks toward me in a long, tight-fitting gown with a white stole over her shoulders, looking like a snow angel. Her hair is down in waves like a nineteen-forties starlet with bright red lipstick.
Everything about her radiates happiness, and fuck if I can wait for her to make her way toward me. My brother and cousin reach out, gripping my arms, and it’s only the shake of her head that stops me. I need her, but it’s her father’s honor to walk his baby girl to me.
Once he brings her to my side, he says, “Thanks for being so patient.” Anabelle giggles, and I shrug.
“For her, I’d do anything.”
“That’s what I want to hear.”
The priest asks her father to give her away, and he does graciously. It’s got to be hard, because letting Anabelle go is something I could never do.
“You look breathtaking. I’m one lucky man.”
We face the priest and listen as he joins us in marriage. As soon as he says, “I pronounce you husband and wife,” I drag her into my arms and kiss her like I should have the day we first met.