As I entered the SUV, I watched the busy people of Manhattan walk with conviction in their steps. Everyone always looked so busy and determined. Finally I arrived back at my apartment.
I head up, preparing for another crazy night. Vicky really got to me in my office today. She’s one stubborn girl. When I think “girl” it made me laugh because of how it irritated her. I realized today that I have been making things too easy for her, and I’ve been too kind to her and it seemed to be having a reverse effect. When I told her I was cutting her lose, I didn’t really mean it, but that was for me to know and her to find out. She needed the challenge. I was about to give her the challenge of her life.
As I pictured Vicky in those fuck me high heels I felt my damn cock go hard. I felt so tense after watching her strut around the office all day that my balls were turning blue. Then I began to envision her on the first night we met. How I watched her body lose control and orgasm, it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
There was a special way about her, I noticed it the second she walked through my door. Thinking of that guy licking that sweet pussy of hers made my cock so hard that I needed to find relief. I sat back in the large armchair in the middle of my very large main room and undid my pants. As I stroked my cock, I envisioned Vicky rubbing me with her petite hands. I began to hold the beast harder and pumped myself, feeling my balls harden. I finally had the vision of Vicky coming hard and screaming out my name. As I envisioned her small breasts flailing in the air, I rubbed harder needing the release that was so close. I rubbed my dick hard and fast and hot cum spurtted out of me. As I stiffened, I pictured a sated look on Vicky’s face and I wished that fantasy had been real.
As my breathing slowed the main intercom made a buzzing sound throwing me off. Shit, the guy must be here to set up for the party. I walked over to the bathroom and grabbed some tissue to wipe myself off. Then I ran to the intercom and pressed the button, pissed that the guy arrived early and pulled me from my exotic daydream.
“Hello, sir, I have Big Key here to set up,” the doorman said with a confused tone, probably because Big Key was not a real name, it’s the name of his company. He was the one responsible for checking the profile of the guests, along with blood work and criminal checks. His parties are smooth and always have a nice crowd.
“Yup, send him up,” I said then I released the intercom button. I hoped my plan worked out because tonight was about to get interesting.
Chapter 15
Vicky
So Luc wanted to play hardball? That’s fine. Two can play that game. I’ll go to the party too and make him watch as I fucked around with all the guys in the room. A cold shiver ran up my spine and I was cringing from the thought. I took a throw pillow off the couch and pitched it across the room with anger. Damn, Luc was making me soft. I couldn’t even picture myself with a stranger now, but he didn’t need to know that. I was sure once I was in my element, I would be able to play just fine.
I looked down to my phone and my eyes bugged out. It was Luc holding the party tonight, that smug asshole. Knowing that it was him holding the party made me want to go even more and rub his face in what he was missing out on. Then I realized that this was completely my fault for pushing him away repeatedly. While he’d been helping me every step of the way, I hadn’t even asked him his side of his story. It suddenly seemed unfair.
My thoughts were once again in overdrive and I felt like I had a split personality. I couldn’t be falling for Luc, I couldn’t. With no one to turn to for advice, I pulled the letter out of my purse and read it again. Maybe there was some sort of clue or something I was missing.
Dear Vicky,
If you have this letter it means that I’m gone. You are the bright star of my life and although we won’t see each other anymore. I will be smiling down on you in your dreams. Please know that even after I’m gone we can still talk, and I will listen like I always have. I will watch over you from above.
I need to pause as my eyes filled with tears making the words blurry. This letter never got old. I got up to get a Kleenex box off the kitchen counter, and I blew my nose and wiped my eyes. It always evoked the same feeling of loss, making me remember that my sense of comfort and family, my magic carpet that was pulled from under me, would never be replaced. I fell back down on the couch and continued to read.
My last days were difficult and I am glad to have relief. To finally be in a place that’s peaceful with no pain or worries. I know you are a strong girl and that you will be just fine without me by your side. Even though I believe that I have gone to a universe parallel to yours.
I have to tell you something important. I’ve been trying to tell you since you were about thirteen years old, but I could never find the right time and life was good. I didn’t want anything to change.
The only reason I’m telling you now is because of my illness, we all need to know our genetics, just in case life surprises us one day as it did with me. I never planned on leaving so early, I thought I had time, then the pain took over, and I couldn’t find the words through the pain. I’m hoping that you will find it in your heart to forgive me one day, Bella.
Our family Tony, Joseph, you and me. We were happy and I didn’t want anything to change. Even writing the words are difficult for me, and I would rather write another hundred words about what an amazing daughter you are and how grateful I am that you helped me and stood by me to the end. I know it wasn’t easy to watch me suffer.
Okay here it is. Tony Molino is not your biological father. I said it. Now please let me explain. Take a deep breath, sweetheart, because no matter what, he’s been your father in every sense of the word since you were six months old. When I married Tony, I adopted Joe. His mother abandoned him when he was only six months old and Tony struggled to raise him and take care of him. That is how Tony and I connected, we were both single parents trying to do the best for our children and we ended up falling in love and creating a family.
Now that’s out of the way, let me tell you about your biological father. I met him when I was eighteen years old. I drove my parents crazy to let me get a job singing and dancing on a Caribbean cruise ship and they let me go for a summer. I had the time of my life putting on shows, lounging on the Caribbean beaches. For a girl that never left Thunder Bay, it was like another world.
Your dad was a tourist on the ship. Young and handsome, he was only twenty years old. Just about the age you are now. He was very handsome. Tall, strong and very rich. He was definitely out of my league. He was prim and proper and nothing like me, the poor small town girl. His father owned Tyson Global and he was the heir to an empire.
But regardless of our differences, it was love at first sight and we spent a whole week together on the boat. When the trip ended, he begged me to come back to New York with him, but I was dedicated to going back to my parents in Thunder Bay. I didn’t think I would fit in to that lifestyle. I liked our quiet small town where everyone new everyone’s business, I didn’t see the point in getting lost in such a big city.
He tried to contact me many times after, but I never returned his calls. When at the end of the summer I went back to Thunder Bay, I realized I was pregnant. You can imagine how your Nana and Nono reacted. A nice Italian girl is not supposed to get pregnant out of wedlock, and in Thunder Bay it was kind of hard to hide my bump. By the time I was eight and a half months pregnant, I decided I had enough and got on a plane to New York to find Bryce.
I arrived in Manhattan and was about to call him up. I stopped at a diner to eat something. I was tired and exhausted from the flight and the pregnancy. There was a copy of the New York Times on the table and I opened it up to the society page. There was a huge picture of Bryce with a Lydia Vander Heusen. It was an announcement for their engagement. It said that Lydia’s family owned Hi-Tech Industries and the companies were going to merge together.
I realized that I couldn’t exactly show up to Bryce’s door barefoot and pregnant. So I got into a cab with the intent
ion of heading back to Thunder Bay. When I got in the cab, my water broke. The cabbie drove me to Metropolitan Hospital where I gave birth to you, baby girl. I had never seen anything so perfect in my life.
I was stranded in New York with a newborn baby and a hospital bill. I didn’t have a choice, so I called Bryce, only it was his mother that picked up the phone. She said he was too busy to talk to me. She came to the hospital, paid the bill, and set me up in a hotel for a month with a live-in nurse to help me care for you. I waited for Bryce to show up, but he never did. His mom also offered me money to disappear, but I rejected her money.
Of course you did Mom.
When you were a month old, I took you back to Thunder Bay and began working at the diner during the day while Nana took care of you. As upset as they were with me, they fell in love with you right away. It was kind of hard not to. You had jet-black hair, green eyes and a perfect little button nose.
Now when I look back on it, I think Bryce’s mother never told him the truth. I think she was worried about the deal going through. But I think it’s where you get your brains. Your dad is a really smart guy.
Anyway, I met Tony at the diner when he came in with Joe for lunch one day, and we dated for a few months then got married and we lived a good life together.
I couldn’t have asked for a better family or a better daughter or son. Tony is a good man and always took care of us, so don’t give up on him.
Your father is Bryce Andrews of Tyson Global, you can find him in New York City if you choose too.
I love you, baby girl, you’ll always be in my heart and me in yours.
Love you forever,
Mom
All of my emotions bombarded me again and I felt sick, lost in a pool of despair. My stomach began to grumble, and I cursed Luc again, he was supposed to be my dinner date. I enjoyed eating with him. I enjoyed his company. The leftover sushi in the fridge was all raw fish and I hate raw fish.
I didn’t want to order pizza, I hadn’t been able to eat pizza since we made it with Mama, just after she found out she was sick. I quickly Googled take out options in Manhattan. After a thorough takeout search on my iPhone, I realized that sushi, Thai food, or Mediterranean food would be too expensive to deliver, and I was stuck with the more economical option of ordering pizza. I was so hungry that it felt like a hollow hole was forming in my stomach. I tried to convince myself that I could handle eating pizza. I could probably live off of one pizza for a few days and it would be economical. After a ten minute internal struggle, I picked up the phone in the apartment and dialed the local pizza store.
“Yes, what can I get for you, Miss?” A young Italian guy asked.
“A large cheese pizza. Do you deliver?” I asked, my heart clenched when his voice reminded me of Joe, my brother, the only family I had left. We may not be blood related but he was my older brother in every way that counted. I couldn’t believe he took off the way he did. The thought of my brother caused my deep hole of sorrow to dig a little deeper.
“Yes, ma’am. Thirty minutes or it’s free,” the young guy chuckled. “Can I get your address, ma’am?”
“Yes,” I responded, giving him my address. Something about his voice ended up being soothing. I wished we could have stayed on the phone and talked a little longer, just so I could hear it more. I knew it was pathetic and a testament to my loneliness, but I couldn’t stop pulling away from people, not when life is so unpredictable and we could die tomorrow. I know I sound like a bitter old woman that’s lived through life’s harshness, but there was no light at the end of my tunnel.
“Okay, you have a great night then,” he replied and hung up the phone.
“Yeah, you too,” I sighed sadly. I was so desperately alone and sad, I decided the best option was liquor. Luckily I bought a small bottle in duty free. I was by no means a heavy drinker but I’d used alcohol to numb the pain on occasion. I went to my duffle bag in my room. I still needed to unpack but unpacking felt permanent, and I wasn’t ready to yet. I dug around for the small bottle of rum, when I felt the cool glass in my hand I pulled it out. Perfect.
I went to the kitchen and found a clear glass tumbler and poured my first round. The intercom buzzed and I went to the door to press the button. “Miss Molino, its Tim did you order pizza?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, I am sending him up.”
A few minutes later there was a knock on my door and I heard the pizza man call out, “Pizza delivery.”
My stomach growled with anticipation.
“That will be $18.75, ma’am,” he smiled.
I passed him a twenty. “Keep the change.”
“Here’s your six-pack of Coke, it’s free with your order,” he said passing me the cans. I closed the door with my foot and headed back over to the couch. Eating at a kitchen table when you are alone is too depressing and lonely. I opened the pizza box and allowed the fresh steam and delicious aroma to take over my senses. My stomach growled some more. I could do this. I could eat the pizza. Maybe I should get drunk to eat the pizza…The perfect meal. Rum, Coke and pizza. As my emotions took a belly flop to the floor, my teeth landed on the first bite. It was delicious, authentically Italian. My luck, couldn’t it have been an Americanized version of pizza?
The thin crust reminded me of Mama even more. I continued to eat because I was just so damn hungry and I drowned my bites with the perfect amount of rum and Coke. By the time I’d finished my meal, I had a nice buzz and I headed for the shower with an extra sway in my stride. I couldn’t help but wonder about his intentions for holding the party tonight. He said he doesn’t touch women. Suddenly I was struck with a sick feeling…maybe he was going to start. Shit. What was is it about wanting something you know you can’t have? Oh yeah, that’s right, it makes you want it more…my inner voice castigated me.
After a warm shower in the yummy shower jets, I sauntered out feeling happy and slightly tipsier than I thought. I headed over to my duffle bag and slipped into the only other sexy lingerie I had. A black lace see-through bra and thong panties that left little to the imagination. I pulled my black slinky dress out of my duffle bag. As I stepped into the dress I lost my balance and fell to my ass chuckling. I slowly picked myself up off the floor thinking that I was going to show Luc how much I didn’t care. This time, I took a seat on the bed and slipped the dress over my legs. Then I fell back so that my head hit the bed and I wiggled the dress up my body. My skin felt warm as I enjoyed my buzz. When I finally stood up, I looked in the mirror and noticed my rosy cheeks. Shit, that rum hit me hard. With no interest to blow out my hair, I gave it a quick shake out making myself dizzy. Given the fact I would fail miserably if asked to do the straight-line walk, I figured that make-up was out of the question; less I risk a crooked black line with my eyeliner.
Instead I dabbed a little red lipstick on my lower lip and rolled my lips together to spread it about. After smoothing out the dress on my body, I trudged back over to the bed to put my new fabulous Jimmy Choo sandals on. Satisfied with my look, I grabbed my purse and swayed to the door.
Chapter 16
Luc
I couldn’t get Vicky out of my head. My body thrummed to life at the thought of seeing her, and I wondered if she would take me up on my challenge and come tonight. I was putting money on it that she would be here. I could read her like an open book, even if she didn’t like it. There was a knock on the door and I walked over to open it up.
“Hey,” Big Key nodded. He was a tall guy like me and his muscles were almost as bulky as mine too. He was wearing a silver suit and he had a crew follow him into my home. Three large men walked in carrying large boxes and a fourth guy had large suitcases filled with the music system. They all began to set up.
“Make yourselves at home, I will be upstairs…” I muttered, as I took the steps two at a time to the second floor. I wasn’t sure if they heard me but they didn’t need me anyway. With my briefcase in hand I pulled my laptop out and checked my e-mails. I could hear
the soft beat of music as the set up crew tested the sound. Looking at the clock I saw that it was already 8 o’clock and the guests would be arriving soon. I smacked my laptop shut as I was enveloped by regret. The picture of her riding that blonde guy from a few nights back was on replay in my mind. It pissed me off that it was him that brought her to pure ecstasy and not me. I walked into the shower and turned the knob to the hottest point as steam filled the large bathroom and the mirrors fogged. I got nervous thinking about how I would execute my plan and wondered what happened if I’d read her all wrong.
As the hot water ran down my body, I held on to the wall in front of me, maybe for support. I felt like I was falling for this girl and that meant that I was losing control. Control was the one thing that kept my anxieties in check these last two years. Thinking of Vicky’s dark green eyes and her small body made my dick hard again. I knew with everything that would be going on in my house that night I should release myself then and not heighten my torture later. I usually didn’t masturbate that often but I felt the need for a second release. I began to rub my hand over my cock. I picked up pace and tightened my hold as I thought of how good she would feel coming around it. My thoughts pushed me over the edge as warm semen spurted out of me, causing my body to tense. I wish I could say that I felt relief after coming but I didn’t, it wasn’t enough. I picked up the bottle of body wash and lathered up my hands and washed my body. Then I stepped out of the shower and put on a white tank top and boxer briefs. Most men are shirtless at the parties, but I didn’t need people gaping at the bullet wound in my stomach and wondering what the hell happened to me. I raked my fingers through my wet hair and walked out of the master suite toward the same spot I took up last time, watching the crowd from the second floor.
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