3. Pietro
In fact, I was forced to come to America. I didn’t want to but my dad thought that I was partying a lot and since he needed me to learn about the business, I was sent here and I had been waiting for the day I would run away again.
I have an older brother, Elias. Why can’t he take over? Why me?
That was until one day when I was in a bar after a hard and long day in the office having a meeting after another that I saw her: Alyssa.
She was walking past me and her smell hit my nose: rise wood and carnations. Beautiful. Angelic. Gorgeous. Her black curly hair that cascaded down her neck t her back made her look like a Godess. My eyes shone.
I kept my eyes on her and when I noticed she was alone, I walked to her table and bought a cocktail for her: rocks on the sun. The best the club offered.
“I am Pietro,” I introduced myself flashing her with the best smile I could conjure.
“Lysa,” she said.
“So, Lysa, can I take you back home?” I asked with a seductive smile.
“What’s in it for me?” She asked but didn’t smile.
The fact that she didn’t call me on my bs told me that I was on the right track.
“Me,” I answered simply.
“For how long?” She asked.
“How long do you want it to be?” I threw back.
“As long as I want?” She asked.
“As long as you want. How about a life time,” I joked.
Back then, it was a joke to get her to my bed. Right now, it isn’t. I want her for a lifetime.
I fell in love with her and thought that she would be the only one in my heart. That was until the first time I met her brother… sorry: step brother.
The man is gorgeous.
He’s tall. Definitely works out. Definitely takes care of his skin. I think his clothes are custom made because they hug him the way I want to hug him and… he smells so nice: pine wood.
I wanted him from the first time I saw him but I also didn’t want to to lose Lysa. I think I must be mad for wanting two siblings for myself.
The problem is, I don’t know what Skylar feels for men. Would he be comfortable being with a man? And what was I to do with the fact that I was dating his step sister?
I wondered how to get him and not hurt Lysa until one Saturday when Lysa invited me for the family dinner.
Since I first saw him, my eyes are always on him whenever he is around and I always make sure to manipulate Lysa into asking Sky to join us whenever I am around.
This Saturday is not exception and my eyes are on him and that’s when I notice it: the look he’s giving her.
It’s subtle and if someone isn’t keeping their eyes on him, I know that I am the only one who does that, they wouldn’t notice.
He is in love with his sister and if it isn’t love, then it’s lust but what I am sure of us that he wants her and that there, that is my opening but first, I have to ask Lysa what she feels about him.
Before I could ask her, she tells me that Sky was taken away by her father and she doesn’t know where he is and she was crying when she came to see me.
“Lysa, what happened? Why does it make you so sad?” I asked her.
She looked at me as she sniffed her tears back and then turned away. She was hiding something.
“Just tell me. I promise that I won’t judge you. Why do you say that it was your fault? What makes you think that?” I proded.
“You… you won’t hate me if I tell you?” She asked me and slumped on my couch.
“I won’t. I promise,” I said.
“Papa… he… Sky kisses me and dad found us and he beat him and took him away. I think he had a broken hand,” she said in one breath and the disappointment she was waiting for from me never came.
Instead, I was happy. There was the opening I had been praying and asking for. Now, that was something I could take advantage of. I wasn’t a businessman for nought. We thrive on taking advantage of situations such as this one.
“So you like him?” I asked her.
She looked at me in a frightened manner and I had to add and say a lot of soothing words to make her understand that I wasn’t angry.
“I just want to know. Didn’t I promise that I won’t be angry at you? I meant it,” I added.
“Pietro, I like you… a lot and I don’t want to lose you. The few months that we have been together have shown me that you care and… but … I… I also… I also like Sky and … am I a bad person for wanting you both in my life?” She asked while avoiding my gaze.
I smiled at her at the coincidence, for the lack of a better word, of it all.
She wanted both me and Sky and I wanted both her and Sky. But I had to play it cool since I didn’t want her to think that this was something I had planned and also, I didn’t know if Sky was into threesomes and men.
“I also don’t want to lose you Lysa. I… but I understand it if you like Sky. He’s a good man and very handsome and… many people would want to be with him,” I said, trying to try the waters and she looked at me as if not believing what I had just said.
“What are you saying?” She asked me.
“What I’m saying is, what if you and I were to try and date him? Would you be okay with that? I mean, I also don’t want to lose you and if me keeping you means dating Sky, I’m down with it,” I said and at that moment, she stood up and walked to where I was seated and sat down next to me.
“Do you mean it? But I mean… are you gay?” She asked.
“No. But I can be bi for you,” I said and she smiled.
And that was why I hugged Sky when he walked in the kitchen.
I didn’t want to do it but my body wouldn’t listen to me and I had missed him too.
I wanted him.
I wanted to feel what it would be like kissing him and running my hands through his abs and the feel of my tongue on his skin.
I want to see how it would feel to have my dick in Lysa and his in me.
I want to feel how it would feel with Lisa sandwiched between us.
And how would my dick feel being inside of him? Would he let me fuck him?
“So, what do you guys want to talk about?” Sky asks and I come back to the present and look at him as he offers us a seat.
I’m nervous.