by Eden Rose
“Guests aren’t allowed back here,” he mumbles.
I pull my gun out and aim it at his head. “Want to change your rule?” I ask him snidely.
The old and fat Hispanic man starts reaching behind him for a knife to defend himself. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I advise him.
“What do you want?” He barks.
I hold my gun straight and lean it against his temple. “Do you remember that debt you promised to pay back to The Carlotta’s Family?”
He shakes his head no. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” He’s begging.
“Consider me the reminder. You needed money to start your new business and you’ve defaulted too many times on your payments.”
I know he knows what I’m talking about and he’s playing fucking stupid with me. The guy is old but he’s not forgetful when it comes to owing the family almost a million dollars from the interest stacking up.
“I’m sorry! Call your boss. I will give you what I have. I promise!”
I shake my head. “No, Hector. I’m not calling my boss because he sent me here to deal with some dumb fuck like you. If you make a promise, you borrow money from the family and you don’t pay it back, there are consequences. Hector, do you get what I’m trying to tell you here?”
I place a dollar on the counter next to him as a gift. Most people in the underworld are familiar with my gifts before I kill them. Hopefully, Hector isn’t as dumb as he’s pretending to be.
“What do you want? Anything is yours.”
I chuckle. “Your restaurant is already ours because of your default. So, looks like I need to get cut some loose strings off.”
“Please! Please don’t shoot me! I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
“Too late for arrangements.” I pull the trigger and he falls to the ground with a thud.
“Aileen, we’re ready for you!” I call out to the backup cook who’s going to be taking care of the restaurant for us.
The woman’s older but she doesn’t ask questions. She’s been raised in the life and knows how it works. She’s a brunette who needed us to save her from an abusive relationship a few years ago. Ever since then, she fills in when we need her. Hence she being here right now.
Aileen’s getting to work and I know I have to make everything up to Calista. I left her in the middle of our date to go handle a job. What kind of asshole does that?
Apparently me.
Tucking my gun into the back of my pants, I walk through the kitchen until I see the back of Calista’s head. The woman is absolutely gorgeous and I can’t wait to know how she tastes tonight. Or how she feels.
I feel the eyes of someone on me and I look over my shoulder to see if I can see someone. There's no one there that I can see but I know someone's watching me.
“Forgive me,” I murmur to her and sit next to her. My hand finds her thigh and I give it a squeeze.
“A gentleman typically doesn’t leave his dates for that long,” she replies punishing me for leaving her.
For the first time in my life, I have the sudden urge to explain what I do and why I do it. However, I don’t. It's none of her business and we just met. The last thing I want is for her to be afraid of me.
“Had to make a phone call. Are you ready?”
That’s when I hear the sound of sirens blazing up the road. Mother fucker. I thought for sure my clean up crew would have been here to take care of the mess. What the fuck.
“Uh, what do you think is happening?” She questions me with her eyebrow raised.
I shrug trying to seem as if I don’t know anything- in all actuality, I am the one who did it. “No idea. Let’s go back to the hotel.”
I think she’s trying to be nice to me by not calling me out on leaving her in the middle of a date. Any other woman would have been pissed as fuck if I left them during a date but not her. She’s smiling at me as if she doesn’t want to ruin our date.
Man, this woman would make the perfect wife.
Calista
He left me? He left me in the middle of our date to do, what? Make a phone call? Yeah, right. He’s doing something else besides making a phone call that took ten minutes.
Fuming, I take another bite of my pasta with more gusto than needed.
What the fuck?
Is he with that skank from the helicopter or the hostess? Stupid skanks.
I swallow the noodles and even though the food is good, I can’t help but be pissed about Victor’s disappearing act. This whole day, he’s been perfect. Right down to the way he holds my hand.
And at the end of our perfect date he’s got to leave?
Of course I’m ready to leave when he comes back because I’ve finished my dinner and all the bread at the table. I even signaled for more in case he comes back and wants a piece of bread.
I might be pissed off at him but I still don’t want him to think I’m a little piggy.
“Where did you go?” I ask when we get into the limo. I have a nice little food baby growing in my stomach from eating all the food and drinking half a bottle of wine at dinner. I’m surprised I haven’t burst out of my dress just yet.
Along my sides, I feel the fabric being stretched to accommodate my full stomach.
“I’m sorry, pussycat. I had something to take care of.”
He’s cold and almost annoyed at my asking him a question. “Would you answer if I cashed in one of my questions?” I’m trying to be cute but am failing miserably.
Every instinct of mine to run is dinging in my mind and I feel like I need to get the fuck out of her.
“Pussycat, there are somethings I can’t tell you and you’re going to have to accept that.”
My lip curls up in a disgusted look. He’s got to be kidding me right now with this shit.
I have two choices that I can make right now. One, I can stay here and turn my attitude around so we can continue having fun. Two, I can leave and always wonder what would have happened if I stayed.
I choose one.
“Okay, Victor,” I murmur to him while blushing hardcore.
“Good,” he mumbles back at me and stares into my eyes. “You look beautiful tonight.”
As his brown eyes look into mine, I knew that after the next couple of days, my life would never be the same. He’s going to change everything I thought was ordinary and I’m okay with it.
Hell, I’m eager to experience it all.
*
Victor opens the door to his hotel room and my mouth falls open at the sheer beauty of it. Somehow he had gotten someone to light candles throughout the room and the cold breeze from the ocean floods into the room.
He places his hands on my hips, cradling me to his chest and does a little swing with his hips. Our dance is unhurried, romantic. Beautiful. Everything I never would have expected with him. The way the man turns me on, I expected him to push me against the door and fuck me sideways right away.
With gentle kisses, he peppers his lips along the column of my neck sending shivers down my spine. Each brush of his lips sends my body further into overdrive. The man lights up every nerve ending in my body all at once.
“Mmm,” I moan in appreciation as his fingers dance along my sides and his lips kiss my neck.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, pussycat.”
While unzipping my dress from the back, he walks us over to the bed. The dress becomes looser and I let out a breath of relief from trying to suck it in. I ate too much!
“Turn around, let me see your eyes,” he murmurs.
I’m unable to deny him. I spin uneasily on my heels to look at his face. He looks like a god with his chiseled cheekbones and angular jaw. His lips are slightly puckered from kissing my neck and I can see his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Take off your dress for me.”
I don’t hesitate. I don’t make him wait. Mainly because I’m worried he’s going to realize that I might not be all that lik
e he thinks. I’m a boring doctor who doesn’t do all this fun stuff that we have been doing today.
Plus, the real me wouldn’t have got on a helicopter with a man I just met.
The dress becomes a pool of fabric at my feet and I step out of it still in my gold heels that clack against the travertine tile. Standing in front of him, his eyes dilate. “Absolutely beautiful. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
He gets on the bed and takes me with him. We’re wrapped in each others arms and locked in a steamy kiss. Our tongues duel in the middle for dominance and our hands grope searching for something more. We’re searching for closeness.
Victor’s body covers mine, his hips settling between my thighs. The only thing that’s shielding us is my underwear and his sexy pants. I can feel his dick through his pants making me wetter than I was before. The gusset to my underwear is sticking to me.
Without warning, Victor slides off of me and I’m shivering from the lack of body heat. He reaches above him to grab a couple of pillows to bring them down for us to lay on.
And that’s when I go for it. I do the one thing I’ve wanted to do my whole adulthood.
Victor
There has never been anything in my life that I wanted besides Calista Inzo at this moment. She’s spread out in front of me and I can’t wait to binge on her.
I must not have been moving fast enough for her because she’s pulling my suit jacket off and she’s pushing it down my shoulders with more force than I expected from her. She has a determined look on her face as she stares at the buttons on my shirt.
Her greedy hands reach into each side of the fabric and tears them apart. The ping! of the buttons shooting off my shirt and hitting the tile echo through the room. The little minx ruined a five hundred dollar shirt.
Looking at her, I know right then that I want more from her.
Her hands travel down my body, past my pecs, stomach to my belt. Each swipe of her fingers on my skin has my dick getting harder. Within seconds, she has my belt off and she’s unbuttoned my pants. Using her feet, she’s pushing my pants off to my ankles.
That’s when she stops. Looks at me in the eyes and says: “I’m not very experienced. Please be slow.”
How can men not be lining up to be with her? She’s beautiful in everyway. Smart. The perfect Italian woman. If things were different and we had more time, I would totally claim her.
“Don’t worry, pussycat. I got you.”
Her admission makes her vulnerable but so precious to me that I can’t help but close the distance between us and kiss her. She opens up to me like before but this kiss is more rough. More frantic than before. Reaching between her legs, I start to tease between her pussy lips. Her clit hardens against the contrast of my finger and the lacey material. She’s hot already but as I touch her more, her pussy begins to get wetter than before. I’m going slow to get her used to me and what it's like to be with me.
“That feel good?” I taunt. My soaked finger can answer that question for her.
“Yes!” She moans.
My pants are still around my ankles and I reach down to grab the condom out of my pocket. I get what I want and I want Calista. I want her to feel what it's like to be with me.
I don’t give her warning as I rip the scrap of lace that’s hiding what I want. She gasps.
“Hey!” Calista gripes.
I don’t answer her. I bring the condom to my lips, rip it open with my teeth and slide it down my shaft, securing it at the bottom. In seconds, I’m in between her thighs and pushing gently through her lips.
“Mmm,” I moan out loudly as her pussy flutters around my dick to accommodate me. She’s tight but absolutely perfect. She arches her back sticking her hardened nipples up in the air for me to suck on them. Her breathing must have pushed her strapless bra down because her tits are uncovered.
“Use your hands to cup your tits together for me, pussycat.”
Calista complies and I don’t waste any time. Her nipples are sucked into my mouth and she moans loudly.
“Faster! Faster. Please,” Calista begs.
Working my hips faster inside her, I feel her tightening around me as she comes. It’s a rush to know that this beautiful woman has just came from me.
I’m not able to hold my shit together and I come too. My body constricts and my spine tingles as I unload into the condom.
Calista
My body is humming from satisfaction. I have never came that hard before with Josh. Hell, even myself. Is this what sex is about? Is this why people like to have it all the time? I never knew it could be this good.
“Are you okay?” Victor asks me while walking back from the bathroom.
I do a silent inventory of my body. My thighs are sore, my body is a little on the sore side and so is the inside of me. But I will be damned if he knows that. I want more. “I’m fine!”
He crawls into bed with me and snuggles me to his chest. I place an arm around his chest, snuggling into the nook between his armpit and torso. It feels natural.
*
“Amanda! Amanda!”
I shoot out from my dream and immediately question where I am. I was sleeping so hard and being awaken like this is startling.
Victor’s rolling around on the right side of the bed with his arms wrapped around his head. He’s sweating profusely making the sheet stick to his body.
I sit up and look around the room that’s still lit up with candles, even though some have burned out. “Victor?” I try to wake him up. I reach over to the bedside table to turn on the light.
Immediately the room is lit up between the moon, candles and light from the lamp. He still doesn’t wake up.
“Amanda! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” He cries from his dream.
Who the fuck is Amanda? We just slept together. Is she his girlfriend? Wife? Baby mama? She must be someone important enough to have him wrestling around with the sheets while he’s sleeping with me.
Was I that bad? My sexual experience has been limited to one man and it wasn’t very fulfilling. There wasn’t much foreplay and we mainly stuck to the main event whenever we did hook up. Which wasn’t frequent. Josh came quickly. The minute you touched him, he was rock hard and ready to bust his nut. The longest we had sex was ten minutes and that’s with us taking our clothes off and everything.
Ten minutes.
The past few years have made me worried about having sex with someone else and now I’m seeing it was all worth it. We had sex again after we both caught our breaths. This time, it was lazy, gentle, kind.
I have a decision to make. I could either leave here and never know what this could have been or I could stay. If I stay, I’m worried to ask who Amanda is. What if she’s his wife?
Fuck!
Victor has calmed down enough and he’s back to sleeping but I’m wide awake. Climbing out of bed, I grab my phone and a plush bathrobe lying on a chair. Before making it to the balcony, I stop at the miniature fridge to grab a water. I unscrew the cap and down the whole thing in one swallow. The water bottle was tiny and bared no challenge for me to finish it.
I grab another one vowing to not chug this one like the other one before I get outside.
The air is cool and smells a little salty from the ocean. The waves are comforting and soothing after my being startled out of a deep sleep like I just did. I take a chair and plop down in it. It’s a nice comfortable chair.
SHEILA: tell me something good. I'm on hour thirteen and I’m about to drop!
SHEILA: Callie? You there? Gah! You and I both know you aren’t sleeping
SHEILA: hello?
ME: Drama queen. Why are you down a nurse?
SHEILA: one of the night nurses called in sick or some shit. Said she has the flu
That’s one of the major drawbacks of working in a hospital. You never can make any plans or be a normal person because you never know when you might have to stay longer than planned. I can’t tell how many things Josh and I had planned
but we couldn’t do it.
ME: which one? The skanky one who’s always trying to get on the new doc?
SHEILA: yeah. That bitch probably has the clap
ME: maybe
Katie is one of the new nurses and she’s already garnered a bad reputation against herself. She’s late for work and she’s rude to some of the patients. A lot of them think the twenty-something-year-old is banging one of the doctors to keep her job.
I tried to be nice to Katie when she first got hired but she shunned me. Tried to be friends with all the male doctors even when she was assigned to me. I gave up trying to be nice to her after all the attitude she gave me.
