Elsa
Papà falls asleep once more after a few minutes. He is only awake for less than an hour and a nurse comes back to make sure that is comfortable when he is sleeping by covering him properly and adjusting his head. When she leaves, I turn to Marcello.
“I talked to his doctor and confirmed that he can be transfered to another hospital in Sicily. I want him to be close so that you can easily visit him as he undergoes his last week of treatment. He still needs medical attention and it wouldn’t be advisable for him to be treated home yet though that is what I would have personally preferred,” he says, holding my hand once again. I look into his eyes, unable to fathom the kind of goodness in Marcello’s heart. Anyone could easily judge him from his carrier and appearance, but he is so good at heart. I feel so lucky to be his fiance. I will try my best to be the best wife for him.
“Thank you,” I say to him.
“Don’t mention it,” he cuts me off.
“His can I ever repay you?”
“By marrying me and bearing me the most beautiful kids who will have your eyes. That would be enough for me,” he responds.
“I will try,” I smile at him. I have a headache but at the same time I feel so good.
“Let’s go have dinner. It is already late,” he says, checking on his watch.
I have been caught up in all this revelation, I lost track of time. Looking through the windows of the room, it is already dark out. The city lights flicker through the parted curtains, showing how late it actually is.
“What time is it?”
“It’s eight Twenty Three. I think you should have something to eat,” he responds.
“No, I am fine. I will stay here with Papà if that’s okay,” I tell him.
“I think we should let him rest. We can come by tomorrow morning if you want to see him again,” he insists. When I look into his eyes, I know he is being serious so I don’t try to object.
It is almost impossible for me to say goodbye even though I am only going to be gone for the night. Marcello holds my hand and leads me out of the room. The guards follow suit into the elevator.
I try to collect my thoughts together to bring myself back to the real world, but i sm lost. Marcello watches me intently in the car, but doesn’t say anything. I think he understands what I am going through.
We stop at a restaurant where Marcello leads me by hand. We are given a special table at the corner and a waitress immediately shows up with his order of wine. When my glass is filled with wine, I pour it down my throat without thinking twice. Marcello lifts an eyebrow at me but only looks up at the waiter to refill my glass. I pour another one down my throat in one gulp.
“You can just leave the bottle. We will help ourselves,” Marcello tells him before giving him our food order. When the waiter walks away, I grab the bottle and fill my glass again before draining the liquid down my throat. Marcello’s jaw clenches and I can tell he is trying hard to refrain himself.
“If you are going to drink like that bellisma, you should have something in your stomach first,” he tells me, his tone unexpectedly calm.
“I am not hungry,” I tell him.
“I am not going to listen to any excuse. You need to eat. I don’t think it would be a good idea to get yourself drunk yet you have to go visit your father in the morning,” he says.
When I realize the sense in his words, I place my glass on the table and lean back in my seat.
“I know this is hard for you, baby, but you should pull yourself together. This is the reality. You have to adjust to it,” he says, his voice soft as if he is talking to a child.
“I want to fuck,” I tell him, my tone more brazen than I intended it to be. Marcello’s eyes widen in surprise but he quickly regains his cool demeanor.
“Here? Right now?” he lifts an eyebrow at me.
“Yes,” I respond.
Marcello looks around, and then back at me.
“If you had told me earlier, we could have just ordered room service at our hotel. This place doesn’t have private rooms,” he says, his face dead serious. I lick my lips which are suddenly dry and look into Marcello’s eyes. He would seriously fuck me if it had a private rooms. I don’t doubt that he would.
I cross my legs, surprised by my sudden sexual urge. I think my body is going through a chaos of emotions.
“I think you should have something to eat so that you don’t faunt on me when i start to give you a proper fuck,” he says as the waiters arrive with our order. I bite my lip and press my thighs together. I feel so hot and needy. Not any bit of hungry. But I manage to eat because I don’t want to get on Marcello’s nerves. He has something about food which I don’t get.
“Are you done eating?” he inquires a few minutes later when I stop playing with my food. I nod, and pour myself the last glass of wine. Thankfully, he doesn’t press the issue any further.
He pays of the bill and holds my hand as we walk out of the building. In the car, I crawl into his lap and seek for kisses. I want him so bad, I would be down for a fuck in the car if it weren’t for the driver and the guard in the front seat. Marcello groans, and holds me, and I can feel his erection getting even harder in his pants.
When I break away from the kiss, he murmurs, “It is going to be a long ride” before kissing me once again.