I keep watching that damn porno of him and the two girls, wishing it was me, not the gangbanging bit of course. I would never share him.
I don’t know why I’m putting myself through this. Every time I close my computer I swear I am never watching him having sex with someone else ever again…sure enough, just like a drug addict, two hours later I’m rewatching it again, wishing it were me, all while knowing it never can be.
I mean, I’m no psychologist, but I’m pretty sure this is the most self-destructive behavior of all time.
Maybe if I just called him, I scroll through my phone and my finger hovers over his name.
What would I say?
I hate you, I miss you, I’m messed up…come over and fuck me better.
Ugh.
I click out of my phone, throw it on the nightstand and roll over in disgust. I’m not calling him, he’s a bastard…remember? And even if we could be together, we wouldn’t work out anyway.
He’s not the boy I loved any more…he’s a different man now, powerful and virile.
I get a vision of him holding my legs over his shoulders as he fucked me, the look in his eyes as he did it, the way he kissed me. His body oiled as he rode me hard and I would love every damn minute of it.
Stop it!
I punch my pillow in disgust.
At least I have something to take my mind off him for the next few days, Anna and I are off to Ibiza.
I exhale heavily in the darkness; the harsh reality is that I know I will think of him wherever I go.
Giuliano Ferrara is not easily forgotten
Ibiza
The car pulls into the large circular driveway of the beautiful hotel, the doorman smiles and as he approaches our car and the two guards in the front seat jump out to intercept him, Bruno opens the door with a kind nod. “Miss Ferrara.”
“Thank you.” I climb out and Anna follows, she looks around the swanky surroundings and hunches her shoulders in excitement. “Will you look at this place?”
“Pretty nice, huh?” I smile and as the boys retrieve our luggage, we make our way into the hotel reception. “Hello, checking in for Jones, please.” I slip my fake identification across the counter to her. Ferrara protocol that I have about ten identities. Anna smirks as if knowing a secret, she says she always feels like she’s in a spy movie when we use a pseudonym.
I, however, am unimpressed, it gets old very quickly.
“Hello.” The receptionist smiles, he types furiously into his computer, “We have you for four nights in the…” He types again. “Two rooms, the eastern penthouses.”
I frown. “No, just normal executive rooms, I didn’t book the penthouses.
Normally we would have stayed in the same room but I’m hoping Anna decides to fuck a certain someone out of her system. Hell, who am I kidding, maybe I should do that too.
And I don’t mean my ex-boyfriend.
The receptionist smiles as he slides the door keys across to us. “You’ve been upgraded, compliments on the house.”
“Oh.” Anna’s eyes widen in excitement. “Thank you so much,” she gushes.
“Thanks.” I force a smile, I was more than happy in the rooms I had booked.
“Take the lift to the top floor and your room numbers are on your keys.”
“Thank you.”
Anna and I make our way up to the top floor and walk down the lush wide corridor.
“I had a wonderful time in case I forget to tell you.” Anna smiles in wonder.
I giggle. “Me too.”
Imelda’s Nightclub, 2 a.m.
The deep sexy beat echoes through the club, my face is flushed, and the dance floor is alive with scantily dressed bodies, writhing and dancing together as one. This is the third club we’ve been to tonight; our guards are now waiting outside. With every cocktail that Anna and I drink, we lose a little more inhibition.
As we dance, a gorgeous tall man slinks up to Anna to the beat and takes her in his arms, she looks up at him in awe and he leans in and softly kisses her.
Oh…. Shit…. Alright then.
Go Anna.
I smile and keep dancing and then as I look around, I lock eyes with a familiar face.
Giuliano.
He’s standing at the bar, towering over everyone else. He dominates the space.
What the hell is he doing here?
His eyes drop down to my toes and then back up to my face and suddenly I want to be the sexiest damn woman he’s ever seen. I keep dancing, moving seductively to the beat as we stare at each other, thinking a million things we shouldn’t be.
His eyes are dark and he licks his lips in anticipation, I keep moving to the beat and then as if unable to help it, he puts his drink down and walks toward me, bringing us face-to-face. “What are you doing here?” I whisper.
“You know.”
The air between us crackles and I swallow the lump in my throat.
I do know.
“We have unfinished business,” he says.
I open my mouth to speak and he puts his pointer finger over my lips. “Stop thinking.”
The song changes to Britney Spears’ “Give Me More,” and unable to stop myself, I keep dancing to the sexy beat, he puts his lips to my ear and whispers, “You want me to give you more, baby girl?” His breath dusts my skin, and goose bumps scatter up my arms.
My brow furrows as I stare at him.
More than anything.
He begins to dance with me, his hips up against mine in the dark crowded dance floor. My eyes flick around in a panic, someone will see us.
His hands drop to my behind and he pulls me close, I feel his hard erection in his pants.
The dominance of the act makes me flutter with arousal.
This is wrong….
His lips go to my ear once again. “We need closure.” He softly bites my earlobe, and I close my eyes. “Just one time,” he murmurs as his hands drag me over his hard cock. A flood of moisture rushes to my sex as I begin to lose control. “Nobody will ever know,” he growls in my ear as he grabs a handful of my hair.
Something snaps deep inside of me and I can’t help it, I lift my face and kiss him.
Right here in public for all to see.
His tongue slides into my mouth as his eyes close.
Long, slow and erotic.
Everyone else in the room disappears. It’s just me and him.
As if coming to his senses he looks up, and his eyes roam around the room, he takes my hand and pulls me off the dance floor and up toward a service hallway.
Alone in the dark, with the sound of the music, we stare at each other.
His lips take mine, our kiss is frantic, my hands are in his hair, his hands are on my behind.
His hard cock, bulging into my stomach.
I want this.
Giuliano Ferrara, naked and on top of me.
Just once.
For five minutes we kiss in the hallway, consumed with passion…taken over by the need to put out the fire.
“Go tell Anna you’ll see her tomorrow.”
“I’m not leaving her here alone.”
“She’s not alone, she’s with Carlo.”
“You know him?” I gasp.
“I sent him to keep her busy.”
My eyes widen in horror, what the hell?
“Don’t worry, she’ll enjoy it.” He kisses me and then turns me by my shoulders, “Go.” He gives me a gentle shove toward the dance floor and I walk up the hallway back out to the main dance floor area. My mind is a foggy mess, at what I’ve done…what I’m about to do.