CAILY GALILEO
“I am going back to work tomorrow.” I informed Pietro, breaking the brief silence and I watched his brows arch.
“Tesoro,” he called me that again.
“Don’t call me that.” I whispered. I didn’t need more mind messing today.
“You are not going back to that place, Peaches.” he said, his voice cool and collected, but his gaze stern.
“It’s my life. I call the shots on my life and the contract, it doesn’t take away this freedom from me.” I pointed out.
“This is not about the contract, Peaches. You were hit in that fucking company!” He rubbed at his temple.
“I am not going to back down like a coward because I was hit. I wasn’t the one at wrong so why should I give up on my work when I wasn’t wrong?” I asked him, taking steps closer to him.
“You don’t need that job.” he groaned, a little conclusively.
“I do. I am not going to stay here all day, Pietro or just sit around without a job.” I argued with him.
“You aren’t going back to that fucked up place, Peaches.” He stated, the same firmness holding in his tone..
“Fucked up or not, that is my workplace. You have a job and I am keeping mine too.”
“I don’t get fucking hit at my job and you aren’t going to keep a job that can’t guarantee your safety.”
“Pietro” I narrowed my gaze at him and folded my arms, suddenly getting an eerie feeling. Was he so against me going to work because he really didn’t want me to get hurt again? Or was he against me going to work because he was trying to cover something up from me?
“Did you do anything to Mr. Trien?” I asked the question very straightforwardly.
“You said you wanted us to come home and we both came right home. I had no chance to hit that bastard.” He replied and I sighed softly in relief.
“You can get another job, Peaches.” He covered the little distance between us, his voice calming.
“Whatever kind of job you want. If you want an entire chain of business, I will have it done for you. Just forget about that job.”
I sighed and decided not to argue any further with him.
In two days, I would be leaving him anyways and his control over my life would completely fall off. I would be on my own and be free to choose what to do for myself.
“I will be leaving in two days. When am I getting paid?” I shot up the question and saw the look in his eyes. It was one I couldn’t exactly put a name to but maybe I could actually put a name to it
He covered up with a chuckle, lowering his gaze.
“You will get paid in two days, cara.”
“Thank you.” I turned away from him and shut my eyes tightly.
I was insane. Almost as insane as Pietro at this point. Because why was I saying words that would chase Pietro away and then wanting him to be there the very next moment?
Maybe it was because I was just too cowardly or because I was scared that if he stayed in front of me for too long that I just might really fall for him. Maybe it was that. Maybe it was for another reason.
*
“Where are you taking me to?” I grumbled as Pietro pulled the front seat door of the car open for me.
“You will find out when we get there.” Was his simple response. I stared at him, trying to figure something out from his looks but Pietro’s face gave nothing away.
“And that’s supposed to be good enough information for me?” I asked with a soft sigh, already getting into the car.
“Yes, Tesoro.” He slammed the door shut gently and walked over to the other side of the car. He got into the driver’s seat and looked over at me. He leaned in closer to me and I felt my body tense as he got closer to me, his masculine cologne filling my nostrils.
And then it kicked in. another naughty though. Another, because I had been having too much of them lately.
Pietro taking me, right in his car. Throwing my legs up and eating me out and then spreading my legs to fuck me. Or sitting and making me ride him.
Heavens! What the hell are these wild thoughts in my head?
But then Pietro only reached for my seatbelt. As he did my seatbelt, he raised his head to look at me and his eyes met with mine, I felt my heart pounding. Those beautiful eyes staring into mine made me want to… want to grab him close and tell him all he ever wanted me to say!
Phew!
“It’s a date.” Pietro said quietly and with his gaze still on me, he pulled away. His gaze only left me when he settled into the driver’s seat and did his seatbelt.
Phew!
I breathed out in a soft sigh as the pounding in my heart slowed down.
“Wait? You just said a date?” my brain processed what he had said.
My brows furrowed instantly.
“A date between us? I didn’t agree to go to any date.” I shook my head.
“Where did you think I was taking you to, then? To go work with me on such a beautiful evening?” He asked with a chuckle.
“Fine, we are going on a date but it is totally platonic.” A platonic date? The most hilarious thing I have probably ever said to Pietro. If I didn’t want to go on a date with him, I should just tell him straight that I didn’t want to go on a date with him but here I was, talking abou the concept of a platonic date with a man I knew was wel… crazy about me.
“Right. Totally platonic…” He affirnmed, a mocking smile on his face as he revved the engine to life.
“But if you do change your mind mid the date. Be kind enough to let this man know that he is no loner in the middle of a platonic date but a romantic one.”
I wanted to say something but I knew I was just going to keep making things more complicated for myself by talking to him so I simply pressed my lips into a thin line and looked out of the window, watching the world zoom past as Pietro took off with an insane amount of speed.
And that was the moment I realized that this was the first time I would be seeing him drive.
I wanted to look at him, to see how he looked while driving instead of just looking out the window. Slowly, I turned my neck to look at him and let my gaze rest on him.
He had the usual look on his face, a hand on the wheels and the other hand…
He was stretching it out to me!
I felt a spark of electricity in me as I slowly and without a word put my hands into his much larger hands. I felt a sense of security and yet excitement as he held my hands firmly and controlled the wheels with his other hand.
I returned my gaze to his face, staring so much at him that I was studying his features over again.
Thick brows, beautiful lashes and beautiful brown eyes that were certaingly fixated on the road a little bit more than they needed to be, straight, pointed nose and then further down to those lips. Those lips that kiss mine, those lips that kiss my nipples and my pussy so earnestly.
“I could pull the car over for you to actually devour me, Peaches. I would most certainly love that.” He said, shaking me out of the reverie his handsomeness had put me in.
I gulped down, feeling my cheeks reddening with a small blush. I returned my gaze to the windoe, looking outside it as of there ws suddenly something super ninteresting outside the window. For the next few seconds, I could feel Pietro’s gaze on me, followed by a deep chuckle.