CAILY GALILEO
“Caily!” I called my own name after splashing a handful of water on my face.
I was at work and it had been hours already but I was being as slow with my work as I had been on my first day at work. I could barely go a minute without thinking about him.
Pietro’s mission was to mess with my head and he was doing a fucking great job at that mission. My head was very much messed up at the moment and I wasn’t sure just how much more messing around I could withstand.
I had been pretty sure that those beautiful eyes, that perfect body and that look would not get to me, would not make me forget for even a second about the kind of person he was, but I was only a few days in and my failure at maintaining a distance between us was staggering.
What in the world had been wrong with me last night? All I had had to do was to go to sleep, I could have just taken a cold bath and ended the night there. But I went ahead to touch myself, had Pietro spank me, had him kiss me, had his mouth on my pussy, and had his… His cock rubbing my pussy.
And the worst part? Those moments had been explosive! I had liked it! Hell! I knew deep within me that I would do almost anything to experience that again but hell no! That could never happen again! I would never allow it again.
“This is Pietro Giacometti we are talking about here!” I said to my reflection in the mirror.
“You want a normal, peaceful life, Caily Galileo. And Pietro Giacometti is far from that. He is a beast and you know that best. You have seen him kill, you have seen him hurt others. You… You don’t and can’t want that type of man, Caily.”
“I don’t want him. Yes, I don’t. I mean… Of course I don’t want him.” I said conclusively to my reflection and then I laughed, an obviously faked laughter.
“How could I ever want a man who killed my father? There’s no way in the world.” I continued laughing, watching my reflection do the same until another image appeared in the mirror. An image of my dad’s bloodied body and smashed skull.
I gasped in fear and my heart squeezed with pain as my fake laughter slowly morphed into sudden, loud sobs. How could I betray my father so much by doing all that with Pietro? How could I betray Aunt Mandy who had been by my side all these years?
“Caily? Are you okay?” A co-worker walked into the restroom and I quickly pulled myself together.
“Yes, absolutely fine. Just… Just bumped my feet into something and I can be a crybaby at times.” I tried to lighten the mood with a chuckle at the end of my words but I wasn’t sure how well that worked. My hands hastily wiped my tears away and I forced out a smile at her.
“Alright, then.” she smiled back at me and I sighed softly before stepping out.
Heading towards my department, I glanced at my wristwatch and felt my heart squeeze yet again when I realised it was time to leave work already.
I didn’t want to remain at work but I also didn’t want to go to Pietro’s home and face him yet again. I headed to my table and slowly packed my things up. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me as I did so.
Was it that obvious that I was not being my usual self?
I tried to avoid their gazes until I finished packing. I picked my bag and my phone.
“I will be leaving now. Have a goodnight, everyone.” I smiled and did a small wave.
“You too”
“Sleep your troubles off, Caily” Annie added, her voice barely above a whisper.
I smiled at her and exited the place. In about two minutes, I was standing outside, just by the roadside and watching the cars drive past.
I gently kicked my heel on the floor and tucked my hair behind my ears, thinking about where I could go to, to spend the next few hours at, somewhere to clear my head.
My gaze wandered around and on the other side of the road, I saw a couple and I watched as the man went down, fixing her footwear.
My lips subconsciously parted into a smile as I recalled Pietro doing the same thing for me. Memories flooded my head. Pietro bringing me cookies every single morning, watching the sunsets with me, protecting me, shielding me, kissing my forehead, reading me bed night stories, watching me chatter endlessly.
I felt my heart flutter, the smile unwavering on my face but a luxury car soon stopped in front of me, blocking off the view and jolting out of my reverie.
I turned my gaze to the car, already suspecting who would be in such a luxury car and I wasn’t wrong. The door opened and a suited man stepped out. He walked to the backseat door and pulled it open, his gaze on me.
“Miss. Galileo, please step in.” He said in a polite yet firm tone.
“Pietro?” I asked.
“He is waiting for you.” Was the response I got from the suited man.
I pressed my lips into a thin line before walking towards the opened door.
“Ciao” Pietro called as I stepped into the car.
“Ciao” I grumbled back a response to him.
“Your accent still isn’t right” He chuckled and I passed him a small frown with a pout on my lips.
“The Italian accent is the hardest thing ever to imitate” I grumbled again and he chuckled.
“You would have nailed it by now if you had been with me all these while but it’s never too late, you’d come to nail it in no time.”
“Nail it in two weeks? I didn’t get it even in five years.” I replied back, not sure what I was doing by conversing with him freely this way.
Perhaps it was just my old self kicking in. Each time Pietro and I had an argument back then, we would see in a couple of hours and get all chatty like nothing ever happened. And then he’d bring me a box of chocolates…
I almost smiled remembering how I used to make you dumb arguments just to make sure I’d get the chocolates. Even though I knew he’d give them to me if I’d simply ask, it was more fun to get it after an argument I instigated.
“You don’t think you will want to stay back at the expiration of these two weeks?” The question threw me off balance and I blinked quite nervously.
“Of… Of course not. Why would I ever want to stay back with you?” I sounded disgusted with the idea of staying with him any more than I absolutely had to.
“Where are we going to?” I added, changing the topic.
His brown eyes stared at me for a brief moment before he leaned back with a knowing smile.
“Shopping.” He said simply.
“Shopping? For… For what?” I was genuinely confused.
“Clothes, jewellery, heels and whatever you want, Peaches.” The light brown eyes settled on me again.
“But there’s an entire huge closet of all that already!” My surprise was evident.
“There is never enough, is there, Peaches?” His gaze dropping to my lips as he said those words almost gave those words another meaning.
“The… The stuffs in that closet will last for an entire lifetime already.” I tried to ignore the double meaning of his earlier words.
“Then let’s shop for your next lifetime.”