“I’ll try and talk to him.” I won’t really because I know he will just get mad and yell at me. She’s right, Rain can attempt to persuade him to see a doctor.
“Don’t bother.” She sighs. “You want coffee? It’s fresh, go pour some.”
“I’m fine, Nonna. I am going to see him, then I need to go do a few things today.” I leave her with kiss to the cheek, her gaze firmly fixed on the TV.
The house is dark because all the drapes are closed. It’s old people code for someone in here is sick. I open windows as I pass by them, to let in some fresh air.
My father’s room is gray and I can smell the stale, sick air, as soon as I open the door. “Ciao Papa,” I say softly as I enter. He is sitting up in bed, a book in his hands, with a pile of pillows stacked behind him.
“Viviana, you didn’t have to come check up on me.” He’s immediately defensive.
“Who says I’m checking on you?” I say. “I actually went to make you lunch and you weren’t at the office, so I brought it here. Nonna says you were up all night though.”
“She exaggerates. I have a cold and will be fine. I’m to get up and go to work in a little while.” We both know he’s not going anywhere today.
He has beads of sweat on his forehead and his body shivers, but he tries to cover it up. “You have a fever and you are certainly not going to the office to spread whatever plague you have contracted.” I sit down on the bottom of his bed.
“Don’t even think about lecturing me or saying the word doctor.” He shrivels his eyes at me over the top of the book he’s reading.
“I won’t, I’m not stupid.” I wink and smile.
The crows feet at the corner of his eyes are deep when he smiles back at me. “That’s debatable some days. I really am fine, Viviana. I need to rest and that’s all.”
He looks so tired, and somehow he has aged suddenly, he looks so much older. “Okay, if you say so. Rain said he will come by after he’s finished at the office. He was ranting on about that filthy Russian again this morning, so don’t hold your breath waiting. And Papa, call me if you need anything.” I get up and walk to his bedside, wanting to kiss him before I leave but he waves me away.
“No. I’ll spread my plague, you cheeky bugger. I will be fine. See you tomorrow, Viv.”
“Bye.” I blow him a kiss and slip back out the door.
Passing the den, I say goodbye to Nonna, who is engrossed in her daily mind-numbing tradition of the afternoon soap opera.
After stopping to purchase just the right outfit and do some other shopping, it’s after four in the afternoon when I get home. A whole two hours to kill, just enough time to make sure I’m properly groomed for a date.
Just as I get into the nicely steaming, hot shower, my phone rings. I nearly break my neck craning to see who it is. When I see my sister’s name on the screen I jump out and grab it. I miss her so damn much.
“Hello,” I say, trying to turn off the water without getting my phone soaked.
“Hi.” She squeals into my ear. God I miss hearing her voice everyday. It’s like half of me is actually lost and I spend all day, every day, looking for it. “What are you doing? Can you talk?”
“I was about to shower, but I can talk.” Even if I couldn’t I would.
“So early, are you going out?”
“No, I’m staying in,” I say. She’ll be onto me in a matter of seconds though. “What’s up?
“I just missed you and wanted to catch up as I don’t have class this evening.”
I flop down on the chair in the corner of the room where all my clothes seem to accumulate. Tossing leggings to the floor I get comfortable to talk to her. I sniff a towel to see if it’s clean and hold it half over my naked body.
“So why you showering to stay in then, is someone coming over?”
I knew it. “Sort of. Maybe. I think so.”
“It’s a boy, isn’t it?”
“It’s Romi.”
“He’s gay. You don’t need to shower for him.”
“I was gross from the gym.” I lie a little, she won’t believe me but I try. “I’m still gross. How’s things going there?”
“With school, or with Silas?”
“Silas of course, I don’t give a shit about business school.” She laughs and the sound is musical. “Are you going to bring him home for the holidays?”
“No fucking way. You’re coming here still aren’t you?” She answers seriously. “Can you imagine me introducing the nice, sweet, southern boy to our family? Rain would eat him alive and we know dad would probably arrange to have him permanently disappear. Nope, I like this boy. He’s never coming home with me.”
Now I laugh because she’s right. “That serious then?” My sister isn’t promiscuous like me, she’s careful with boys, and her heart is connected to her vagina whereas mine is not. “Have you let him get in your pants yet?” I tease her.
“I might have.” She taunts rights back, the sneaky little minx.
“Tell me everything!”
She talks about him for ages, things like butterflies in her stomach and candlelit dinners. She has fallen in love and I can’t be happy because I am so jealous my brown eyes have turned green. When we hang up my excitement is gone and the empty ache in my chest is worse than ever.
No one has ever given me real butterflies, or even tried to sweep me off my feet. A few stray tears escape in the shower as I finally get to washing my hair and getting ready. It will be a rush now because she nattered for more than an hour. Hearing her voice made me feel more alone than I ever have, and she’s the one miles away.
Once I am happy with my appearance I quickly tidy my room, tossing everything that is scattered about into the closet and shoving the door closed.
I smooth down the covers and wait.
Nine
Rosso Red
ROMEO:
“You look decidedly unlike yourself today,” Alistair remarks, while we grab lunch from the sandwich place across the street.
“I have a date after work.” I am not really in the mood for his shit today.
“Ooh, lucky boy. Do I know him?”
God, he’s so fucking nosy. “It’s a girl and you probably do, so I’m not telling you who it is. It’s not even a proper date, I’m just going over to hers after work.” He’s looking at me like I am an alien that just landed from mars with green antennae on my head.
“Girl?”
“Yes, girl. I. Am. Not. Gay. You have been hitting on a straight guy since your first day at work.”
“Well fuck me.”
“No, I’d rather not.” I joke amicably because I’m not sure why I just admitted everything to the one person who could make gossip a full-time career.
“I honestly never saw that coming.” He’s speechless and that’s an actual miracle from heaven because Al never shuts up.
“Please don’t go making a huge big deal about it.” He’s going to, I know it.
“Who else knows?”
“Chelsey. I kissed her.”
“You did fucking not.” He sounds shocked and horrified.
“I kind of did, trying to prove a point.”
“No wonder she was giving you the side-eye. She needs to get laid. I almost wish the fuck-face who broke her heart would come back. She’s not a nice person when she’s sexually frustrated.”
He’s not wrong but I think she’s just learning to be a mom, and that shit is hard. We sit on the wooden benches at the rickety outside tables and eat our sandwiches, something we have been doing for years except now it just feels weird.
“Why did you never correct any of us? You know most straight men would have punched someone,” he says.
“Gina, it’s her fault. Old bat. She convinced me that I would be better at my job, and get more clients, if people thought I was gay. I was young, poor, desperate, and stupid enough to believe her.”
“So why now?” he asks.
“I’m just tired I guess. I wanted to be
able to just be me, to date girls without everyone gasping in horror.”
“You like this girl, she’s made you catch feelings.”
I shake my head and laugh a little. I don’t know what’s going on with me, call it a quarter-life crisis but I am just tired. “Maybe, I don’t know. There’s no way we would work out even if I did. It’s way too complicated.”
“You better change your status to ‘it’s complicated’ so everyone is clear about this situation,” he jokes. Al hates social media and the need to share everything with the world. He may be loud and outspoken, but he’s private about himself and his feelings. “Come on, I better get back before someone messes with my bookings.”
Tossing our empty wrappers in the overflowing trashcan, we walk back across the street and somehow, I feel lighter, better — like myself for the first time in ages.
“You know Romi, being your authentic self actually suits you,” Al says, as we step onto the sidewalk in front of the shop.
“Thanks,” I manage to mutter. It’s still going to be long day and the anticipation is killing me. Viv wants to fuck with me and she is going to regret it.
I beg, plead, and downright grovel with Chelsey to lock up tonight, but she’s pissed off with me, so she won’t do it.
I really want to leave early so I can change into clothes that aren’t full of hair, and get to Viv early. But then the thought of her waiting on tenterhooks made my cock so hard that I calmed down about it.
Closing up goes quickly and I dash into my apartment, change clothes, and all but run out again. In my car, I take a few breaths and remind myself what I had planned, and while I’m doing it I watch her video again. I don’t mute it, soaking in the sounds she makes. It only makes what I’m about to do even more thrilling. I can’t wait to make the little minx scream. The drive to her home is a small eternity and exercise in patience.
Getting out of the vehicle, I stand and look up at the facade of her building, seeking out her window. The lights are on and a golden glow shines through the seam in the drapes.
Taking the stairs two at a time, instead of the elevator, my heart pounds as I get closer to her front door. I knock and wait, reminding myself who is in control, that this isn’t a warmly fuzzy date. I plan to teach her a lesson … and leave.
“Hi,” she says sheepishly when she opens the door, and the way she keeps her eyes cast down gets me hard.
“Are you going to invite me in or just stand there all nervous?”
“How did you know I was nervous?” she asks.
“Your body speaks for you, Viv.” I step forward, forcing her to back-step and let me in.
God, she looks gorgeous. I can smell her soft scent and her hair is still damp. Stepping right in front of her I lift her chin, and stand so we are touching so that she has to look up to me.
“I am nervous,” she whispers.
“Do I scare you?”
“Not that kind of nervous.” She smiles with one side of her kissable little mouth and it’s like a dare that you can’t not take.
Touching her face, looking into her eyes, imagining my name rolling from her filthy little mouth, I lean down and kiss her. Just enough so that she knows I am not here for tea and scones, but for her.
Taking her by the hand I lead her down the hallway until I find the bedroom that I’ve seen in her videos. The room smells like her. It’s intoxicating; an aphrodisiac breeding desire in me.
I want her more than I had admitted to myself, until this moment.
“Stand here,” I say, once we are in the middle of her room. “Close your eyes.”
Moving behind her, I linger my hands on her waist for a second. I move to the drawer beside her bed where I have watched her take out her ‘girl’ toys. It’s filled with sexy things but I’m looking for something that will strip away her ability to control me. The soft, pink, silk blindfold is like liquid in my hands. The fabric wilts in my grasp when I pick it up.
She hasn’t moved and I approach her from behind, covering her eyes with the soft fabric while ensuring it’s tightly secured so she can’t see anything. She shivers at my touch when I place my hands on her shoulders and whisper in her ear, “If we do this, Viv, then you stop with the videos.”
My fingers skim the edge of her satin robe, running over the soft curve of her breasts, making my case stronger. Goosebumps follow them, leaving a trail of what I am doing to her.
“What are we going to do?”
“That depends on you. No more camera shows and you get to find out. But Viv, I don’t share … anything. So you need to choose the guy from Powder – or me – right now. Before I go any further.” I graze over her nipples and she exhales a sharp breath.
“How do I know it’s worth giving up what I enjoy?”
“I promise you’ll enjoy this more.” Moving around to stand in front of her I pull the tie that keeps her robe closed. It will make a good restraint for her slender wrists.
Pushing the robe off her shoulders so it pools at her feet, she is left in nothing more than a lacy, pink pair of panties. As I circle her to admire the curves of her body I’m so close that I see the little bow on the back.
She’s so feminine. Everything about her is girly and soft. She can hear me, but doesn’t know what I am doing, shifting on her feet, feeling exposed. I lick my lips and run my hands over her hips and down to her lace covered crotch. She jumps, then sighs as I slick my tongue up her neck and to her ear.
“What are we going to do, Viv?” I whisper into her ear.
She shudders with sensation. She stands still now, trying to put on a show for me. I am the director tonight.
“Anything you want to, Romeo.” She concedes.
I know I have won the fight. I won it in the gym parking lot when I had her wanting more.
Pulling her hands behind her back I bind them in the tie from her discarded robe and march her to the bed. Her body is stiff and she is holding in a breath. I wait until I know her lungs are burning and she’s going crazy behind the blindfold.
“Breathe Vivvy,” I hiss into her ear before I push her face down on the bed, so the view of her backside and that little bow makes my cock throb.
The sound of the air escaping her is sensual, and she draws in a long breath ready to hold it again. My hands explore the rounds of her tush and caress up the backs of her toned thighs. Fuck me, she is so much better in real life than on the tiny screen of my phone.
When she’s breathing like a scared animal, I spin her around and sit her on the edge of the bed. Standing in front of her, a selfish jealousy comes over me. Slowly I unzip my jeans so that she can hear every tooth of the zipper as it releases my strained cock from its restraints.
Biting her lip, she sits patiently and I can see her wiggling in anticipation. When I touch her face, she gets a surprise and flinches, before exhaling softly and leaning into it.
I expected this to feel a certain way, but when she makes such a tender gesture my chest tightens with an unfamiliar sensation of warmth.
Standing as close as I can get, parting her thighs with my legs, I take my cock in my hand and fist it up and down, wanting her to hear the sound of the movement.
She licks her lips and they shine in the low light of the bedside lamp. Rubbing my dick against the soft skin of her cheek the anticipation builds in us both. She has teased me for weeks with her videos and advances, and the thought makes me angry. I slap her with my cock against her face. Her mouth falls open in shock and I take the opportunity to quickly slide it into her mouth, then pull it out. Viv pants, trying to recover, her mouth open; warm breath on me.
“Do you want my dick in your mouth, Vivvy?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whispers, and I feel her soft breaths on my balls.
“Then you agree to stop making porn?” She doesn’t answer, so she doesn’t get what she wants until she does. “You need to answer me or I am going to pull my pants up and leave.”
I won’t, but she can’t know that.
“I’ll stop,” she eventually says, lifting her chin defiantly as if looking up at me through the blindfold.
Rubbing my slit against her mouth I tease her lips, glossing them with precum and marking them as mine. “Open that pretty fucking mouth for me, Vivvy.”
She does exactly that and I hold her head in my hand, gently grabbing her hair in my fist, moving my hips slowly back and forth, torturing us both with the slow and seductive movements.
My own breathing becomes ragged and loud as the warmth of her mouth envelops my penis. Her tongue is so wet, it feels so good. I stretch her mouth with my girth, pushing my cock sideways so I can see the bulge of my head pressing against the inside of her cheek.
“You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth, Vivvy.” I sigh.
She moans around my dick, licking the underside with her velvet tastebuds, sending vibrations through me.
I halt the foreplay, saying nothing when I pull out from the soft suction of her lips and leave the sweet hole slackly open with spit painting her chin.
She shuts her mouth, pouting, sitting and waiting for me. I have her exactly where I want her now. Reaching down I put my hand between her splayed legs, feeling how wet she is even through the lace of her knickers. Moving so I can slide my hand inside I wait at the edge of her underwear for her to stop me, or let me carry on.
“I want to feel how much you liked my dick in your mouth, can I do that Vivvy?” I ask, and I feel her stomach tighten.
When she nods consent I slip my fingers under her panties, then up and down her smooth pussy. She is slick for me.
When I push a finger inside her she moans again and swoons her head back. Fingering her, listening to her gasp primal sounds, my cock is rock hard and I fap it with my other hand, pulling her upright to stand now so I can service us both.
Pulling down her panties, exposing every inch of her body to me, no more moving slow, no more being gentle, I want her to feel what she’s been doing to me.
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