by Mia Villano
I couldn’t help but think she was being nice. She was thin, statuesque, the Ambassador of Healthy Living and she was standing next to a meatball. I’m sure she was looking at my wide ass and not my dress. The picture Avery sent me flashed in my mind and made me uneasy.
“I want you right now,” he whispered in my ear.
“I wanted you before we left this evening.”
“You are perfect, and there is no one else I would rather be with.”
“Watch the dress, Fabrice. I don’t want you to rip it.” He was overly anxious, trying to get it off me.
“There is another dress in my room at home for you to change into for the party, if you want. I had Ronnie pick it up while we were at the dinner.”
“Another dress, why? This one made me look too fat. You should have said something.”
“Stop it, Isabella. That is not why I bought you another dress. The insecurities need to stop. It’s a simple black Chanel I thought you might like to throw on for the party. You don’t have to, but I saw how much you love Channel and I had to get it.” He had his hands on my bra unhooking it with one finger.
He was right. I needed to stop it. I wanted Fabrice to think I was confident and sure of myself. I needed to act like the strong woman I claimed to be.
I wanted him as much as he wanted me. I wanted to crawl all over him, devour him. How easily he could work me up and have me forget everything but him. We were two adults wanting each other when we were alone, not the Ambassador and Isabella. We were two people in love.
I slid on top of him and ran my hands into his hair. He began playing with my overly sensitive breasts. I wanted him all night and watching him interact with everyone made me even hotter for him. He was so at ease talking to the President and he introduced me to him as his beautiful date. He kissed me so passionately that I melted every time his mouth covered mine. Sucking on his tongue, I tasted the hint of champagne he had been drinking. He moaned in my mouth. We were so close, just the two of us alone. I kissed along his jaw and down his neck, sucking on his skin as my mouth traveled lower. Greed tore through me. I wanted him to take me and enjoy every second of it.
His hands kept kneading my breast, squeezing them, and pushing them up.
“Your breasts are so perfect, Isabella.” His voice husky and his Parisian accent was stronger.
“Fabrice please let me taste you. I need you in my mouth.” I breathed.
“Not now.” His hands slid down my back as he removed my dress from my sweaty body. Once he had it down my hips, I stood up awkwardly and took it off the rest of the way. Fabrice undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. His tie hung loose around his neck and the top button was undone.
“Oh God, I wanted to be inside you all night. That was all I thought about. I noticed those men giving you the once over. Even the President looked you up and down.”
“No one gave me the once over, except Marin. Did you see her?” I asked in-between his luscious kisses.
“I didn’t see anyone but you and those men I wanted to fight off.”
“Stop it. You’re imaging that.”
“Isabella, you have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you? “ He stopped kissing me to lift my chin and look in my eyes. I tried to look away.
“Look at me. What has this Anthony done to you?” I felt tears well in my eyes as he asked me and tenderly kissed the tears from my eyes.
“You need to believe me when I tell you. I’ve never seen a woman so sexy, so captivating as you. You make me hard just looking at you. You are what a woman should look like. You understand this?” I didn’t, but I shook my head in agreement.
My body was pressed up against his. He talked to me inches from my face. He grabbed my waist as I inhaled his strong scent mixed with sweat. It was an aphrodisiac to me. He was everything a man should be. He said nothing more, but his eyes were locked on me. My breasts felt so good brushing up his shirt. My nipples hard, my body tingling in the right spots. I grabbed two of his fingers and sucked on them. Like they were his cock, I licked and sucked letting him know I wanted them inside my wet sex.
“I need you. You drive me insane.” He pressed his wet fingers inside me as I closed my eyes and let my body accept the feelings of pure sensuality. I was so wet, so ready for him. I put my hand down the front of his pants and felt the silky wetness all over the tip of his cock. It made my mouth water.
“Tell me you love me,” he sighed.
“I love you so much, Fabrice.
He made some sort of noise as if hearing me say that relaxed him. He took his fingers out and I lowered myself onto him taking him inside in one move.
“You are so wet, Isabella. Knowing your soft, wet pussy would be mine as soon as we left, had me preoccupied during the dinner.”
“I always am when you are near me. It’s a natural reaction.”
“I don’t know how I’m going to hold out. I’ve been hard all night looking at you. Watching those other men stare at you made me even hotter. Knowing you are mine and no one else’s is a wonderful feeling, my sweet Isabella.”
I lifted off him and back down again as he pushed his hips up higher to go deeper inside. He was so deep I felt it in my gut. I closed my eyes and enjoyed knowing it was me with him in the back of the car. He didn’t notice the women swarming around him. He didn’t notice Marin strutting around trying to make a scene. I saw her several times walking by us with her boyfriend pawing at her. Fabrice didn’t notice. He only saw me and now he was with me, in me, loving me. There was no distance between us in the back of the SUV. There were no distractions, no worries.
“You fit in me so perfectly,” I breathed. I was so into the moment with him. I felt achy everywhere as his cock teased and plunged. His hands were on my ass squeezing and pushing deeper. My head fell and my back arched as he took me to another world. A world no one else has ever taken me. I pressed my hands on his chest wanting to unbutton his shirt and touch his warm skin. He stopped me and I knew not to push the issue. I would do it his way. I didn’t care. I wanted him any way I could have him. I clenched myself around him making it tighter for him with each thrust. His eyes grew wider and he felt thicker.
“Holy Fuck, Isabella. I’m not going to last another minute.”
“It’s okay, come inside me. We have all night to make love. Fill me with you.” Sweat covered his brow and he breathed heavy. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as his mouth found my neck. He sucked on my skin and it wasn’t a second later when a warm wet shot of cum pumped inside me. Repeatedly, he pumped me over and over again until I came, clawing at him to feel him deeper. I collapsed onto his lap. I was unable to move as I closed my eyes and listened to his heart beat.
“I love you.” He shouldn’t love me. I’m a mess. He could love someone more suited for him. Someone more sophisticated and more educated. I still hadn’t told him everything about Anthony. He doesn’t know the worst of it. He doesn’t know I still have panic attacks and I’m still fighting to keep it together on most days.
“My sweet Isabella who has stolen my heart, body, and soul. You are everything I have wanted in a woman and couldn’t find. Most importantly you have the most perfect round ass and the best set of tits I’ve seen on anyone.”
I looked up at him, knowing he couldn’t be serious.
“I’m dead serious. You could teach some French women a thing or two.” He began laughing when I playfully slapped him on the shoulder.
“It’s because I’m Italian. We are the best looking. It’s so refreshing to know you love me for my body. I feel so much better about myself.”
“Oh, my girl, if you only knew what you do to me. How much I need you. How much I crave you. Where have you been all my life?”
“I must have been waiting for you, wanting you to find me.”
“You are the best find of my life.”
He didn’t need to say anymore.
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The after party went on until the wee hours of the mor
ning. His house was packed, wall to wall people, dancing, and drinking. Fabrice’s mansion was turned into one of the swankiest places to be for anyone who was anyone. I was quite tipsy by then and enjoyed myself, talking and dancing. After the last of the guests left, the caterers and the band pulled out, he made love to me long, slow, and intense. We didn’t make it up to his bed. Fabrice made love to me outside on his balcony. The night was beautiful and he promised to love me like no one else could as the sun came up. I was sore, exhausted, and in need of a shower. Fabrice wasn’t tired and didn’t slow down. He was relentless coming at me again and again. Needless to say, we didn’t get much sleep. I didn’t want the evening to end. I wanted it to last forever.
Chapter 3
The aroma of garlic and tomato sauce was heavy in the air as we walked into my parents’ house the next day. Sunday dinner was quite the event the day after I was on the news. I brought Fabrice with me and he was swept away by my brothers to talk and smoke a cigar, of course. The dinner table was more crowded that Sunday as I noticed a few more family members decided to join us. Everyone wanted to meet the French Ambassador that was dating me. He loved it. Fabrice loved to talk to people. Just like he commands a meeting, he commanded the dinner the same. Telling stories about his Special Ops days, how he flew helicopters, and rescued hostages. Everyone hung on his every word, laughing and telling him how awesome he was. I saw my dad smile and he slapped him on the back a couple of times.
One person had me a little worried that Sunday. My sister Sophia seemed even more detached than usual. Always the quiet one not usually saying much, she came across sad and withdrawn. I watched her during dinner, not laughing, interacting, or looking at anyone. She was always distant, even when we were younger. She stayed in her room, wrote in a journal, and didn’t have many friends. Things haven’t changed much since she grew up. That Sunday, I noticed something different with her. She even looked different. She wasn’t as tan, her nails were chipped, and she wasn’t herself. I had to find out why. What could be wrong with her? We had problems with her before when she was in high school. Her new friends, she so desperately wanted to hang out with, were not a good influence. She started wearing black everything, even lipstick. My parents went bat-shit crazy in order for her to stop. The night I found her journal under her mattress and read it, was one of the most upsetting nights I could remember, outside of dealing with Anthony and losing the baby. I don’t know how I found it or why. I was home for the weekend and doing laundry. I had gone to everyone’s room to get sheets off the beds. As I pulled off the sheets on Sophia’s, a journal fell to the floor. Of course, my nosy interest had me opening and reading it. I was shocked. She had talked about wanting to cut herself, sleep with a man, and try drugs. What I read wasn’t the girl I had grown up with. I didn’t know what to do. If I ratted her out, she would have hated me forever. If I didn’t tell someone, she may wind up dead. The whole day I contemplated what I should do. I even went to church and prayed for guidance. It wasn’t until the next day when I couldn’t take it anymore and Sophie was out of the house, I told my mom to look between her mattresses. She reluctantly went to her room and I could hear her crying. There was a secret meeting with my dad and Sophia and they carted her off to a psychiatrist the next week. It wasn’t as serious as we had first imagined. She didn’t try to cut herself and she was terrified of having sex. She was obsessed with a new horror show on television and wanted to be like the main character. The doctor suggested she’d go away somewhere for the summer. That was the summer my parents sent her to Aunt Gigi’s and she came back looking like Snooki. We didn’t care. Aunt Gigi whipped her into shape, changed her way of thinking, and had her tanned and toned. Sophia still visits her psychiatrist once a month by strict enforcement from my mom. She had been doing well until that Sunday when I couldn’t understand what was wrong.
I walked up to her while she loaded the dishwasher. Like Marco, I had to be careful of what I said so she didn’t go off the handle and run off and leave. She was known for that a lot of times. If she got mad or didn’t want to be bothered, she left without saying a word.
“Hey, let’s go for a short walk. I need advice.” I could hear Fabrice’s hearty laugh out in the living room as he, my dad, and brothers watched football.
She looked up at me in surprise. We didn’t do things like that. We didn’t hug, talk, or spend much time together. We weren’t that way.
“You want my advice?” she half smiled.
“Yes, I do. Is that surprising?” I asked.
“It is. Come on let’s go for a walk.” Since we lived in an allotment, so to speak, we had a nice private area to walk in. We didn’t tell anyone where we were going and snuck out the front door. Sophia walked with her head down and it looked to me as if she would start crying at any moment.
“Before I start, are you okay?” She shook her head in response.
“Come on Sophia, I know we aren’t close, but there is something bothering you. Tell me. I know something is eating at you.” I stopped in front of her. I pulled my sweater tight across my body.
“I thought you wanted my advice?”
“I do, but I need to know you are okay.”
“Izzy, it’s nothing. I will handle it. You have your own shit to worry about.”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t care. You are important to me and I can see you’re not feeling well. It will help if you talk about it. I talk to Danny about the things that bother me. Mom can’t handle most things anymore, and Dad is just Dad. Now talk to me. No one will know but us.”
She looked up at me with her dark eyes. I saw the tears start to fall as she told me she had sex with someone and she was afraid she may be pregnant. I kept my composure as I listened to her tell me it was only her second time. It was a guy she met in college and he was really nice, but Dad would kill him. She’s in love with him and he loves her. He doesn’t know about the possible pregnancy yet. He’s a med student with a family like ours who will only let him date a Korean girl. My poor sister. Christ, I didn’t know what to say when people tell me life shattering secrets. Not too many did, but once when my best friend in high school told me her mom had breast cancer. I didn’t know what to say. Would I say the right thing, the wrong thing? Would I make the situation worse? This was different. This was my sister. Instinctively, like my mother would, I took her into my arms. I haven’t done that since she was thirteen and busted her head on the sidewalk trying to rollerblade.
“Aren’t you using protection? I know you don’t like taking the pill, but you have to know there are so many things out there.” I asked. I took the pill and have been on it since I was sixteen. Sophia hates to put anything in her body that isn’t natural. She will suffer through cramps or headaches and not take anything.
“He did. I mean, he always did. We took a weekend trip to New York City. His family lives there. His dad is a neurosurgeon and he was receiving an award. He told his family I was a friend and I came to meet his father. They didn’t suspect we were, together. We left the celebration and went into the city and stayed at the Four Seasons. We were drinking and I don’t know, we must have messed up. I’m three weeks late and I’m terrified to take the test. I’m not terrified to have a baby, I’m terrified of ruining my relationship with Mom and Dad.” Sophia whispered, wiping the tears from her eyes. My head was scrambled. This couldn’t be happening. I wanted so much more for Sophia than this.
“You have to take a test first. You could be worrying for nothing. What’s the worst that could happen if you are pregnant? You’re about finished with college, he’s a med student, and you are in love. You even said being a mom is what you want in life. It’s not like he was a one-night-stand, right?” We started walking again as the wind picked up. My phone buzzed and I noticed it was my mom.
Where r u? We want to start dessert.
“It’s Mom. She’s serving dessert.”
Be right there. Went for some fresh air.
“She made that d
amn Italian Love Cake for Fabrice.” Sophia didn’t respond.
“Did you buy a test?”
“I did. I bought it yesterday and was going to take it last night, but I chickened out.”
I was hurt she didn’t feel she could talk to me. Why didn’t she call or text me. We weren’t close but we were sisters. Feeling a little hurt, I didn’t say anything yet.
“Do you want to take it while I’m here?”
She thought about it for a second.
“No, I will wait until everyone is gone. Christ, not only are Mom and Dad going to go nuts, but Marco and Danny will want to kill him.”
“Please. They’re all talk. Don’t worry about them. They aren’t saints.” I knew Danny got a girl pregnant back in college and she decided to have an abortion which he paid for. No one knows about that but me. My mom would have lost her shit if that was even a possibility.
“Will you text or call me tonight and let me know if you are? I want to know. I can come over if you need me, or you can come to the condo and stay over. Whatever you need. I want to be with you when you tell Mom and Dad, or whatever you decide. Please, don’t keep things from me. We are family and I know we aren’t the mushy-kissy kind, but I love you.”
“I know you do. I love you too.”
The phone went off again.
Hurry up.
“We better move it. She’s having a fit. I don’t know how you still live here?”
“I don’t know how I do it either, I probably won’t be for long though.” We turned and started walking back to the house.
“Do you have a picture of this guy, what’s his name?”
She pulled out her phone and showed me several pictures of a handsome Asian guy smiling, and kissing her. I looked at pictures of Sophia smiling in New York City, dancing with him, and walking in Central Park arm in arm. She had a side I never saw before.
“His name is Sung Joo Kwon, but his American name is Ben Kwon, soon to be Dr. Ben Kwon. He finishes up his residency this year. He will be a neurosurgeon like his father.”
