by Davis, LD
My mouth fell open as I sat back in my seat. About a month and a half after Leo left, Michelle had surprised me by announcing that her parents were sending her extra money every month and that she was able to cover the entire electric bill and the entire heat bill. We had always shopped together and shared food, but suddenly we had more money for groceries, and Michelle was doing most of the shopping since she had a little more free time than I did, so the cabinets and fridge were always well stocked. That went on up until the very day we left the tiny apartment and went our separate ways in life.
“That was you?” I asked in a small voice. “Not her parents?”
He gave me a single nod of his head.
“You did that for two years?” I asked. “Even though I had…even after…” I couldn’t say the words. My heart was in my throat, and I could barely breathe around it.
“I couldn’t stand the idea of you going without anything you needed,” Leo said bitterly and sadly.
He had taken care of me when I least deserved it, and all while he was trying to take care of himself, too. His generosity, undeserved kindness, and protection had made my life easier and I had been completely ignorant of it. As obnoxious as Leo tended to be, underneath that was a heart of the purest kind. No one had ever made me feel as wanted, adored, and loved as I suddenly felt sitting across the table from Leo Pesciano, in the most magical place on earth.
I wanted to thank him, but those two simple words just seemed insufficient. He guessed what I was thinking.
“I don’t want you to thank me,” he said gently. “I didn’t even mean to tell you that,” he added with a frown. “I was just trying to express to you why I feel the need to take care of you, even if it’s just this.” He gestured to the table and the empty dishes on it.
I swallowed hard a couple of times, trying to push my heart back down into my chest.
“I understand that but, I’m not poor anymore. I actually do very well for myself.”
“I know you do, and I’m very proud of you for it, but I am old fashioned, like my parents. You know that. I have always believed that the man is the financially responsible one in a relationship.”
I didn’t miss the “relationship” part of his statement, but I didn’t dispute it either. “I understand,” I said again. “But—”
“Why are you being so stubborn?” He sighed, clearly frustrated with me.
“Why are you? I know your business is doing well, but how can you really afford all of this?”
“The same way I was able to afford to buy the restaurant.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Was it legal?”
He rolled his eyes, knowing I wasn’t joking. Some of Leo’s relatives could be characters straight out of The Sopranos.
“No, you know I would never get into any of that. I was left an enormous inheritance by my great Aunt Annetta, you know the one that used to pinch your cheeks? I was her favorite apparently. I bought my restaurant and made some improvements. I bought my car outright, and I don’t have any mortgages on any of my houses. The restaurant is doing so well that I have a pretty good profit every month.”
I gaped at him. “Houses? Plural?”
The waitress returned with the bill before he could respond. He signed it and dismissed her with a quick nod and smile.
“I bought a few houses in Miami and flipped them. I sold two and made a profit, and the other four I kept. I have tenants that have more than paid off the costs of the houses and renovations. The rent checks I get every month are straight up profit. I have enough set aside in case something goes wrong and for regular maintenance. I also bought a house in Jersey, too, so I have somewhere that is my own when I go home for extended visits. It’s in Belmar, a few blocks from the beach. When I bought it, it was a piece of crap, but I flipped that, too.”
I was stunned, almost into stupidity. I had stuttered over a few words for a moment before I was able to speak.
“I’m just flabbergasted,” I admitted. “I’ve been with you for almost two weeks! You never mentioned any of this!”
“You didn’t ask, and I didn’t want to brag.” He shrugged. “I would have told you eventually.”
“Okay...so you can afford this,” I said slowly. “But so can I.”
“I know you can, dolcezza,” he said seriously.
“So why don’t you let me pay for anything?”
He sighed. “Okay, I will let you pay sometimes.”
“Thank you.” I smiled widely at him.
He leaned over the table and kissed me quickly on the lips.
We carried on with the rest of our day without discussing money again, but I didn’t stop thinking about what Leo had done for me when I was in college. I always thought about all of the things he had done for me before that, but what he did for me when he should have hated me…well, it changed everything.
“Just because I dated someone and we didn’t work out doesn’t mean he isn’t right for my friend! We don’t always have a choice with who we fall for.”
~Heather C., St. Helens, Oregon, United States~
Chapter Fourteen
On our last night at Disney, we were going to go to dinner and then catch our last fireworks show. I sent Leo out of the room so I could get ready, but he did a great deal of whining before he went.
“Why can’t you just go change in the bathroom like you always do?” he had asked me, and then smiled widely. “Better yet, you can change in front of me. I’m okay with that, too.”
Patiently, I said, “I want to get super pretty, and that takes time.”
“You’re already super pretty,” he said and kissed my cheek.
“Leo,” I said, exasperated. I spun him around and pushed him toward the door. “Get out. Don’t come back for an hour and a half.”
“But—”
“If you do as I say now, when we get back to Miami, I will stay with you until I am ready to leave.”
He looked at me suspiciously. “How long will that be? You were only going to stay a couple of weeks, and we’ll hit that mark on Saturday.”
“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Maybe a few days, maybe another week. I don’t know.”
He sighed. “Okay. I’ll go. You have exactly an hour and a half.”
He left the room, murmuring about women taking forever..
I waited a few minutes to make sure he was really gone before I started to get ready. I showered, shaved, plucked, and moisturized. I blew out my hair and then flat ironed it. I applied light makeup that complimented my green eyes, my smattering of freckles, and my full lips. As I was finishing that up, the dress I had sent out to be pressed was returned. I slipped into it and struggled with reaching the zipper for a couple of minutes before I was able to get it all of the way up. I pulled my hair back in a ponytail and put on a pair of dangly black earrings. I removed all of my chipped nail polish on my fingers and toes and put on a quick drying clear polish. I rubbed vanilla on my wrists, neck, and between my breasts, and then finally put on my shoes.
With only minutes to spare, I stood in front of the mirror looking at the finished product. The midnight blue dress was strapless and had an A-line silhouette, comfortably snug up top with a slightly flared, swingy skirt that stopped about three inches above my knees. The sandals I put on were black with a three-inch heel and a thin black strap that wrapped delicately around my ankles.
I never believed that I was unattractive, but I’ve always been overweight. I’d done all of the weight loss programs and dieting, but eventually I just accepted my body as it was. I will never be thin, I’ll never be able to wear a bikini, and the designer clothes that I admire in Vogue will never fit me, but I found comfort in my own skin. However, I rarely thought that I looked sexy. This was one of those few times I did think so. I was showing just enough cleavage to leave the rest to the imagination and my legs looked good, especially in the strappy shoes. My green eyes looked bright and my face had a healthy glow to it. I took a picture of my reflection and s
ent it off to Sandy, Mayson, and Donya. The responses were immediate.
Sandy:
Baby! You are SMOKIN’! OWWWW!! *cat whistle* Pesciano isn’t going to be able to keep his eyes or hands off of you tonight! Pesciano Pecker!! ;)
Donya:
Oh my god! You’re so beautiful! <3 And HOT! I don’t know what you’re up to, but I want details later!
Mayson:
You’re finally going to fuck that fucker! You’re so damn beautiful, Tabby! He won’t be able to resist your sexy ass!
I shook my head at Sandy’s and Mayson’s responses and Donya made me grin. It’s good stuff when a supermodel tells you you’re beautiful and hot. I hadn’t told any of them that I was at Disney World with Leo; Donya didn’t even know where I was. I would have to get them all together for dinner when I got back to New Jersey so I wouldn’t have to repeat anything, because they would all want to know everything I was willing to share.
Right after I stowed my phone away in my small black clutch bag, the hotel door swung open and Leo stepped inside. He took two steps toward me and stopped so suddenly that he pitched forward slightly. He stared at me with huge eyes and his jaw must have been unhinged, because it was almost on the floor.
“Damn,” Leo said on a long exhale of breath. He dragged his fingers over his face as his eyes roamed slowly down my body. “Tabitha, what the hell are you doing to me?”
I wasn’t nervous before he walked through the door, but at that moment, my heart was in a speedy race and I felt a little self-conscious and shy in front of him.
“Turn,” he quietly commanded, gesturing with his finger.
I began to turn in a slow circle, but when my back was to him, he stopped me.
“What’s that on your back?” Leo asked, his voice much closer than I expected.
I turned around and found him almost immediately before me. He stepped closer and said “Turn back around.”
Reluctantly, I slowly turned around. Another plus with that dress was that it showed off the one tattoo I had, or it was several smaller tats that made one big one. Starting at my shoulder is an open book, with several pages floating from it. One page is curled at the edges obscuring some of the writing, one is torn, and another is partially burned, and the final page is crumpled. Curving around the top half of the book are the words: Know My Story…Know My Heart.
Leo had not had the opportunity to see it because my back was never bare in his presence. I always wore a cover up over my bathing suit top, and the one time I changed with him in the room, his eyes had been closed.
He gently swept my ponytail over my shoulder. Half a second later, my breath came out in a soft shudder as Leo’s fingers trailed over the ink.
“Why haven’t I seen this before? Why didn’t you tell me about it?” he asked.
“I didn’t think about it and it didn’t come up,” I managed to say.
Beautiful,” he whispered. “I know you, and I know your story and I know who you are, but I want to know every detail.” I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt his lips, warm and soft on the tattoo. I started to pull away, but a firm hand planted on my stomach kept me just where Leo wanted me.
“I want to know every sentence.” Another kiss landed on the first fallen page. “Every question and every answer.” My eyes fluttered and my breath left my body in a ragged exhalation when he kissed yet another page. “I want to know what you’re hiding on those curled pages.” His lips touched me yet again. “What has you torn…” Another kiss, another page. “Who or what has burned you…” Warm kiss on a different page. “And I want to know who and what has crushed you.” The crumpled page received his lightest kiss as I struggled to breathe.
He wrapped his other arm around me and his warm breath danced across the skin on my neck when he spoke. “I want to know every letter, Tabitha.”
We were both quiet for several moments as Leo simply held me and planted small kisses along my shoulder. Every kiss made me tremble. Every kiss was a tiny jolt of electricity on my skin.
“I know you care about hurting Leslie,” Leo started quietly. “I don’t want to hurt her either, but I love you, Tabitha. It’s always been you. Maybe it makes me cruel, but I would sacrifice hurting her to have you. I would sacrifice the world to have you. In the end, nothing or no one else matters but you. My love for you is unfading. It will never lessen, it will never stop, it will never die. It doesn’t matter how much you deny us; we are an us. You love me. You want me just as much as I want you or you wouldn’t still be here.”
My heart was melting into liquid fire and spreading through every part of my body. Leo’s next words only fueled that flame.
“Tonight, I am going to take you to dinner and to see the fireworks. When we return here, I am going to take you out of this dress, worship every inch of your body, and make love to you all night. This is non-negotiable. Nothing is going to stop me from showing you how much I love you, how much I have always loved you. Nothing is going to stop you from giving me your love tonight, Tabitha, not even you. Now grab a sweater or jacket. It will be chilly by the time the fireworks start.”
With that, Leo stepped away from me. I stood there, stunned for several seconds until Leo lightly touched my elbow, inciting me to move. Awkwardly, I walked a few steps to the couch and picked up the black cardigan that came with the dress. I draped it over my arm and hesitantly looked at Leo’s face. He wasn’t smiling, but he wasn’t frowning; he was serious. He held out his hand to me. I inhaled a deep breath that wasn’t as fortifying as I hoped it would be, and then I walked to him. I took his hand and let him lead me out of the hotel room to start our unforgettable night.
In lazy repetition, Leo’s fingers trailed down the column of my neck, over my bare shoulder, and traced the tattoo from start to finish before following the path back up and over my shoulder and back up my neck. Every couple of minutes, his lips would find a different place on my skin, heedless to the other patrons in the dimly lit restaurant, or our poor waiter who tried to pretend that Leo wasn’t practically eating me as an appetizer.
Sitting across the table from each other was never an option to him. He guided me to my chair and sat down right beside me, leaving the other side of the table open and leaving me open to anything he wanted to do to me.
“You’re so soft and smooth,” he murmured, landing a kiss just below my ear. I inhaled a shuddering breath.
“You should probably eat your dinner before it gets cold,” I suggested, though I really didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop. I closed my eyes briefly as his fingers made another pass over my neck, soaking in the bit of pleasure.
“I only want dessert.” His other hand found my knee, and I was ever so thankful for the lack of lighting and the long table linen to hide what he was doing. His fingers crawled up my leg and under the hem of my dress as I struggled not to react automatically and slam my legs closed. About mid-thigh, he stopped and traced a circle on my inner thigh with his thumb. The jolts of sensation it sent to my core left me gasping softly and wriggling slightly in my seat.
I picked up my glass of wine and was disappointed to see only a few drops left. I reached for the bottle that had been left for us, but Leo’s hand that was under my dress quickly shot up and stopped me by gently grabbing my wrist.
“No, Tabitha,” he said quietly, but firmly. “I want you lucid tonight. If you want to feel drunk, I will make you drunk off of me and the amazing things I will do to you. I will make your head spin, make you feel high, and just when your toes begin to touch the ground, I’m going to make them curl and you will peak again.”
My breathing failed me and my heart did, too, when I felt his teeth graze my earlobe.
“Are we going to actually eat dinner?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“I guess I should let you eat.” He sounded disappointed, but then whispered in my ear, “You are going to need all of the energy you can get, but truth be told…” A small whimper moved in my throat when Leo’s teeth sunk b
riefly into my neck, followed by a flick of his tongue. “I only have an appetite for you.”
I eyed the wine bottle longingly, and Leo noticed.
“You don’t need that, amore mio bellissimo,” Leo purred in my ear. “The only thing you need tonight is me.”
I shivered and tried to concentrate on cutting through a flaky piece of fish with my fork. I managed to get it into my mouth, but I couldn’t taste it. I knew it had to be delicious, it looked delicious, but my mouth watered for the man beside me who was unable to stop touching me and nothing else.
“Are you wearing a bra?” Leo asked. I almost choked on my food. I reached for my glass of water and practically drowned myself in it.
“Yes,” I managed.
“Good,” he approved. “Because when I flick your nipples with my thumbs, bite them, suck on them, and pinch them, the fabric rubbing against them will heighten your pleasure.”
He trailed a finger over my dress between my breasts, but was careful not to actually touch them, which somehow seemed worse. I felt my nipples swell against the lace of my half bra and just barely resisted the urge to touch them myself.
I wasn’t sure if I was going to survive dinner with Leo, let alone being in bed with him later. I felt feverish in the best possible way, hot all over, beads of sweat forming at the nape of my neck and on my forehead. His perpetual touching of me all over my body, anywhere within reach, was making me feel manic, with a racing heart, a racing mind, and my body in constant motion as I absorbed every touch, every kiss, and every whisper on my skin. At this rate, he was going to kill me with tactility.
“How many times do you think I will make you come tonight?” Leo murmured as his fingers moved under my dress again. “How many times do you think you’ll call out my name while your back arches off of the bed, while your perfect tits are in my mouth and I’m thrusting inside of you?”