Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Your pleasure is always my business.”
I grit my teeth and return to packing my boxes, deciding no answer is the best answer at all. If he hadn’t distracted me in the first place, we would be done already. There would have been no hospital trip. No Derek.
No second guessing my decisions.
“Tell me, darling, is there a reason you chose that vibrator?”
My cheeks are bright red, but I answer him anyway. “It’s a clit stimulator meant to imitate oral sex. I was curious.”
Sex with Enzo had been phenomenal, but since that was the extent of my experience, I had my questions. I had one class, Introduction to Human Sexuality, where I had a classmate loudly proclaim her love of oral sex, saying she would take a tongue over a dick any day.
The toy claims to be a perfect imitation. It does a spectacular job, but after experiencing the real thing, I’ll never be happy with just a toy again.
My explanation isn’t enough to sate Enzo. “What do you think? Is it as good as oral?”
“Consensus is still out. I don’t have enough personal experience to make the call. Maybe I need to call some of your hookups from the past year to see how they feel.”
The bitter jealous words come out before I think them through.
I don’t wait for a response from him. I abandon the box I’ve been working on and walk out to the living room to put some space between us. Enzo either doesn’t realize what I’m doing, or doesn’t care. My bet is on the latter.
“What do you think I’ve been doing for the last five years?” he asks as he follows me out into the living room.
“Don’t know. Don’t care.”
“Since I know you’re lying, I’ll tell you. I’ve been waiting, Emma.”
The way he says my name has me freezing. I’m not sure what I’m packing in this box and I wince as I take the first proper look inside. Maybe I shouldn’t pack while upset. The glass statue will definitely break packed like this. And it’s ugly, so I’ll probably leave it behind.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that when I saw you, I knew you were it for me. So I waited. After you graduated, you were supposed to come home so I could romance you, whisk you off your feet the old-fashioned way. Things didn’t go as planned, but that doesn’t change the fact there has been no one else but you in five years.”
It’s a bold proclamation, and I’m not sure I believe him. If he wanted more from me, he would have given me his number or found another way to keep in contact with me. Waiting for someone, not even knowing if they are coming home, is ridiculous.
“How do you think we found out about Matteo? My father knows. He knows I was waiting for you and he grew suspicious when you never came home from university. Not for breaks or over the summer. That’s why he had people watching you.”
At least that explains how they found out about Matteo. I knew there was no way my father had told them.
“If you were so sure, why didn’t you ask me on a date? Or give me your number?”
“Because, Emma, I wanted you to have the college experience you had been dreaming about. Once I got my hands on you, once I got to spend more than a stolen hour with you, I wouldn’t have been willing to let you go. While I’m thrilled you never slept with someone else, I wouldn’t be upset if you did because I let you go willingly. You didn’t know I was waiting. But I already belonged to you, and it would have been wrong to be with someone else.”
His voice raises as he goes through his speech. His eyes plead with me to believe him
“Enzo,” I whisper. I want to call him a liar, but the honesty on his face stops me. Anyone else, and I wouldn’t have hesitated. It isn’t reasonable to wait for someone who doesn’t realize you’re waiting for them. A rational person would have reached out if they wanted a relationship. But this is Enzo.
“Now that I have you, no one else will get you. You had your freedom, you’re mine now. I’ll give you all the experience you need.
Enzo grabs my face between his hands and puts his lips against mine. I melt into the kiss, letting him lead me into a sinful dance as his hands explore me. They start off innocently enough, rubbing up and down my arms in a comforting gesture.
I can’t help but to glance through the open door and to Matteo’s closed door right across the hallway from mine. He won’t wake up. It’s late in the night and the painkillers they gave him at the hospital have a calming effect on him. Enzo follows my gaze and closer the door behind him. “We’ll hear him if he wakes up and everything stops. You might want something to help keep you quiet, though.”