We pay the bill and walk outside and I see Antonio waiting for me across the road.
“Bye darling.” My mother kisses my cheek.
“Bye.”
“Come by tomorrow for a swim?”
“Okay.” I wave her off and cross the road, Antonio opens the door for me.
“Hello, Miss Ferrara.”
“Hello.” I smile as I get into the car, we pull out into the traffic and Antonio’s eyes flick up to meet mine in the mirror. His eyes go back to the road and then flick up to me again. Back to the road and then back up to me in the mirror, he looks like he wants to say something.
“What is it?” I ask.
He opens his mouth to speak and then swiftly shuts it again. “I wouldn’t want to speak out of turn, Miss Ferrara.”
Huh?
“What is it?” I ask. “You couldn’t possibly speak out of turn, Antonio. We are friends.”
“I was just wondering….” His voice trails off.
“What?”
“What did Mr. Ferrara want?”
“Who?”
“Giuliano came to your house today to see you earlier, he said he was going to call you. What did he want?”
“What?” I sit forward, suddenly interested. “When was he at my house?”
“He was sitting outside in his car when you left to go shopping.”
“Where?”
“Across the road, in his Ferrari.”
What?
“What did he say?” I ask.
“Nothing.” He hesitates and his eyes rise to meet mine once more and I know he wants to elaborate.
“Tell me.”
“He’s a very dangerous man, Francesca.”
“Not to me.”
“To you…more than anyone.”
I frown, confused.
“I was at that library all those years ago. I remember him declaring his undying love for you. Enrico had warned us all to keep him away from you at all costs.”
Oh…I think for a moment.
“It’s different now, that was before we found out that we were brother and sister.”
“Do you really think that would stop him?”
Our eyes lock in the mirror.
“If he wanted you. He would have you.”
“Antonio.” I give a subtle shake of my head. “I don’t think so.”
“I know so.”
“What makes you say this, anyway?”
“Because I see them all fall at his feet, I know the caliber of women he attracts, they can’t resist him. Nobody is off limits, he has no moral compass, he fucks nuns, Francesca.”
My mouth falls open in horror.
Nuns…what the ever-loving fuck?
“Why are you telling me this?” I snap, horrified.
“To warn you.” He pulls into the underground parking lot of my building. “If he’s turning up at your building, he has an agenda.”
“You don’t need to worry,” I say. “Thank you for your concern, but it’s not like that between us anymore, it’s really not. And besides the point, we are both in relationships with other people.”
Antonio’s eyes hold mine in the rearview mirror and I can read his mind as clear as day.
Liar.
The elevator door opens and I rush into my apartment on a mission, I grab my laptop, I drop to my couch and click on the link.
Sinita
“Sinita?” What’s a Sinita?
The screen opens up and I put my hand over my mouth in horror.
It’s Giuliano, naked and rock hard. He’s lying back onto his elbows and covered in oil on the side of a pool.
“What the fuck?” I whisper, horrified. A song starts playing, I’ve never heard it before but it has a very distinctive piece of music, it’s been added after, like dubbed in over the top of the footage.
It looks like it’s late at night, perhaps early morning. It’s dark, the area seems to be lit up by the pool lights. Giuliano is covered in oil, his broad body rippled with muscle.
His dick is hard…and big…and oh God.
A blond girl bends and takes his hard cock into her mouth, he smiles darkly and then turns to a woman with dark hair and tongue kisses her, I see their tongues dance together as his eyes flutter closed.
I can hardly breathe as I watch on.
The dark-haired woman bends and starts to suck him too, they take turns as he lies back on his elbows watching them take their turns. They are both drop-dead gorgeous, both covered in oil.
My God….
Giuliano’s legs are spread, the muscles on his stomach ripple with oil in the light as he moves, his cock is huge and engorged and just…. Oh.
I feel myself flutter with arousal.
The music gets louder and he reaches up and slides his fingers deep into one of the girls, my sex contracts as I shudder.
I can almost feel it.
“There’s my girl,” Marcel’s voice says.
Huh?
I look up to see Marcel is standing in the doorway.
What the fuck?
I slam my computer shut. “Hi,” I squeak. “Wha…. Wha…what…what are you doing here?” I splutter nervously. “I thought you were getting here tomorrow.”
“Surprising you.” He holds his hands out wide, “Surprise.”
“Great.” I fake a smile.
Damn it…I was kind of in the middle of something here.
Marcel takes me into his arms and hugs me, I’m hot and flustered and sickly aroused.
I look over his shoulder at the computer as it sits on the couch and a sense of dread fills me.
I want to know what’s going on inside that computer…and worst still, more than anything.
I want to watch him come.
I lie in the darkness and stare at the ceiling.
Antonio’s words come back to me. “If he wanted you. He would have you.”
In the darkest corner of my depravity, I wish that were true.
I close my eyes in disgust…God.
I’m the worst form of human.
Marcel and I made love tonight, only…when I closed my eyes, I wasn’t here in this room with him.
I was poolside with Giuliano.
It was his body that I saw, it was his body that I sucked. His hands that rubbed the oil into me.
And I was so hot for it, like never before with Marcel. I hit a new level of arousal.
It was Giuliano who made me come so hard…and he wasn’t even here.
A hot tear of regret rolls down my face.
I hate myself.
I lie on the deckchair by my mother’s pool, I’m being eaten alive by questions. I want to know about Angelina and Giuliano. “I know that we’ve never talked about Dad.”