by Mia Villano
I rushed home and took a shower. I had made sure the refrigerator was stocked with any kind of food Isabella would need by calling the grocery service. Everything had been delivered before I arrived home. I sent the chef home early and anyone else in my way at the house. I didn’t know what to expect that evening, and I didn’t want anyone or anything interrupting us. I dressed, started a fire, and put on some Dean Martin in the distance. I felt like a teenager waiting for his girlfriend to come over. I was so excited to see her, I felt a slight tinge of an appetite.
At exactly seven, I heard her pull into the driveway. My heart jumped to my throat. I wanted to run outside and grab her in my arms. I eagerly watched her get out of the car. She wore a dress and I felt my cock strain against my pants. I greeted her at the back door and opened it before she knocked.
“Hi.” Her voice was beautiful. Her lips were stained a deep blood red. I loved that color on her. Her legs were perfection. Everything about her was more than I could ever ask for.
“Hi. Come in.”
Her hands were clutching her purse in the front of her, and I looked at her finger. I had to see if she put the ring back on. She hid her hand from me. I didn’t want to ask, but I needed to see.
“Would you like something to drink?” I asked.
She looked at me with love in her eyes. I needed to see that. “Yes, I would love a vodka.”
That was what she had the first night we were together.
I smiled for the first time in six months.
“The kitchen is all yours. Make yourself at home and work your magic,” I smiled.
Isabella rushed into the kitchen as if she and I had never been apart. I wondered if she was naked under the dress. The way her breasts bounced around she had to be braless. Christ, she was beautiful. I was as hard as a rock looking at her and remembering what was under her dress. I hope she didn’t notice my cock pushing against my pants like an overzealous teenage boy. Fire shot through my veins as if I was hit by lightning. I felt alive again for the first time since the attack. This was more than sex. This was a passion for a woman that ignited my soul. My world was full when she was there. I wanted to make love to her before she started cooking. Hell, I wanted her and nothing else.
“I bought everything I thought you would need to cook with. My fridge was bare for quite some time.”
She sipped her vodka and walked over to see what I bought. Her tight round ass was outlined in the dress she wore. Her dress was short and barely covered her ass. Her legs were toned and tanned, and she was barefoot. I wanted to bury my face in her ass. I would be before the night was over.
She opened my refrigerator and looked inside. I hope I had bought what she needed. “Are you hungry?”
Dear God. What did I say? I was hungry for her.
“I don’t know if I want to eat right away, Isabella. I have had no appetite for the last six months as you can see.”
‘Well I want you to eat, then we can talk. You look like utter shit, Fabrice. I’m sorry for saying that, but you have to know this is not a good look.” I smiled at her brashness.
“What are you going to cook for me?” I wanted to wrap my arms around her and fade into her. Her familiar scent was now in the air again. I could breathe.
“First, I want to make you some pasta. Fatten you up again. Then I brought over some of my mom’s chocolate cake that you love.”
Oh, I did enjoy that cake. I guess if I want to get laid, I should eat. I needed the strength to satisfy her.
“Why do you have that look on your face, Fabrice?” I had no idea what she was talking about, but I pictured her naked underneath me. “What look?”
“You know, that look.”
“I’m so happy you are here. You have no idea, Isabella.”
She became serious again. Her face told me how hurt she was. She sipped her vodka and looked into my eyes. I saw the tears pooling in them. Could we ever be back to normal again? She leaned against the counter and studied me. “I don’t understand how someone of your status could allow yourself to turn into this. Do you see yourself when you look in the mirror?”
I looked down.
“I didn’t care. Nothing mattered. When I told you to go home that day, I died.”
“Then why? I don’t understand why you did that? Your outbursts and mood swings didn’t bother me. Yes, dealing with you was upsetting at times, but I knew it wouldn’t last forever. We would have been fine.”
“I don’t know why I did anything I did those three months we were in Paris. I was so sedated with pain medication, I was depressed, and I didn’t think I deserved you.” I didn’t want to tell her the real reason yet. Not until I was settled in my mind that the threats were completely over.
She frowned and started chopping garlic and broccoli. The smell in the air was heavenly. Isabella cooked this for me the first night we were together. How tough I was then, so in control, and confident. I had been recently appointed Ambassador, and I had invited her over for the first time. She blew me while the broccoli sautéed that night.
“You know that’s bull shit. I’m so sick of everyone in my life thinking they know what’s best for me.” She began to pace the kitchen as she started the water boiling for the noodles. I adored her when she became fired up.
She poured another splash of vodka in her glass and took a sip as she started to chop lettuce for a salad. My stomach began to growl again.
“Fabrice, I’m so mad at you. So mad. How you could do that is. I don’t even know.” She was chopping harder and slamming the knife down on the cutting board. I was becoming a little worried and wondered if Gustan should have been there.
“I know baby. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what else to say.” She looked at me and stopped chopping and put the knife down.
“You broke my heart into a million pieces, Fabrice. I don’t know if my heart can be put back together again.” She wiped her eyes as the tears dripped down her cheeks. I walked over to her and pulled her into my arms. I didn’t care anymore; Comforting her was all I wanted to do.
“Baby, come here.” She softened in my arms and didn’t fight me. I lifted her chin to get her to look into my eyes. I kissed the tears away as mine began to spill over.
She reached around my neck and pulled me to her. Her body shook as I held on to her. Her mouth found mine. Oh my God. To kiss her again was pure paradise.
Her mouth worked with mine as we both hungrily ate at each other’s lips. Lust and love erupted from me. My hands brought her closer to my body. My cock was hard as stone. My eyes stung from the tears pouring out of them. I laced my hands around her waist. The boiling water hissed as the water spilled over the top of the pot. Isabella jumped and walked away to tend to the boiling noodles. She turned off the burner and I walked up behind her. Fuck the food. I went this long without eating; another hour won’t hurt.
My arms went around her. The softness of her curves told me I was home again. I laid my face in her neck and breathed in her perfume.
“Fabrice, I need to feed you.” She whispered not turning around.
“Not now. What I need is you to feed me with your love and your body. That is what I need. We can eat later. I need to make love to you.”
She turned around in my arms and cupped my face with her hands. My hands roamed her body as I lifted her dress up past her ass. As I thought, she was naked underneath.
“Give me you, Isabella. You are all I need right now. You are what will make me whole again. Let me love you the best way I can.” We were both clutching onto each other and groaning as if our souls knew we were destined to be together.
Isabella spoke as I kissed her again. “I promised myself I would not go to bed with you. I swore I would not let this happen.” I didn’t say anything. With all the strength I had to muster, I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I prayed to God I could carry her upstairs to my bed. I was going to carry her if it killed me. With her body wrapped around mine, I carefully managed the
stairs to my bedroom and placed her on the bed. I devoured every inch of her with my eyes. She pulled her dress up and stretched out completely naked. Her stomach was sunken but her breasts were still full and perfect. Her nipples were hard and her pussy begged for me.
Bending down I kissed her mouth. She was as hungry as I was. Her hands grabbed onto my head and she pulled me closer to her.
“Fabrice.” Isabella moaned into my mouth. My tongue dove in and tasted her.
“My baby.” I cupped her breast as my other hand trailed down her supple skin to her soft pussy. She was so warm and wet, and I wanted nothing more than to have my face buried deep inside her. She arched her back when my finger found her spot. I could have come just from touching her. It took all the control I had to not come right then. I wanted to be inside her when I did. She reached for my shirt and started to unbutton the first button. I didn’t want her to see me naked. I was pathetic. I stopped her hand from undressing me.
“Not yet.” She clawed at me and pushed my head down to her stomach. She wanted me to taste her. I kissed my way down her smooth silky body until she opened her legs for me. I had to look at her. So bare, pink, and perfect. Her clit was already swollen with need, her lips slick with want. My mouth watered. This was the food I needed to stay alive. This was all I needed to be me again. I kissed her pussy. Her scent awakened me. My tongue slipped inside, and she cried out pushing my head deeper. I licked her clit with the tip of my tongue and she shuddered. My mouth was so hungry. My face was covered in her desire for me, and I wanted more. I couldn’t get enough. I would never get enough of her. My thumbs opened her up wider, and I sucked harder. The orgasm went through her fast as she cried out my name. I held her to me as she throbbed against my lips. Her legs tightened around my head. I reached under her ass to push even deeper. More, I wanted more of her. Once her body stopped shaking I worked my way back up to her. My mouth was covered with her and she eagerly kissed me. The passion and pure lust was incredible. Her hands found their way to my zipper. She slid the zipper down and pulled my rock hard cock out. I pushed my pants down far enough to fuck her. I didn’t want her to see me completely naked in the shape I was in. I lifted up and hovered on top of her. Isabella guided my cock into her. I pushed deep feeling the warm softness envelope me. After my long trek through hell, I was in paradise again.
“Isabella.” I could barely speak. The tightness of her pussy wrapped around me, her hands pushed me harder into her was more than I could bare. My hands pulled at her hair as I unleashed an orgasm tearing at my insides. Over and over I continued to push deeper as my cum poured out of me into her. The orgasm wouldn’t stop. Finally, I collapsed on top of her, my shirt soaked in sweat, my heart beating in my ears. For the first time in a long time, I was alive. Nothing had felt better in my life.
Isabella continued to hold my body to her. She sobbed uncontrollably.
I looked up into her face and brushed the hair out of her eyes.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
Through her sobs, she was able to whisper. “I’m me again. I missed you so much. I love you more than anything in my life. Don’t leave me again.”
“I will never leave you. You are a part of me, Isabella. You are the best part of me. I swear I’m closer to God when I’m inside you.” I held onto her as tight as I could. The warmth of her body made me exhausted. My stomach growled as my appetite returned in full force.
“Remember when we broke up, and you were in Paris and couldn’t come home?” I nodded my head yes. I remembered. Not having her was unbearable then. She completely cut me out of her life because of Marin sending her pictures of me with Celeste’s little sister, trying to make her believe I was cheating.
“This was so much worse. I thought that was bad, but this was a million times worse. Oh, Fabrice.”
I held her tight against my ailing body. I wish I was naked and could feel her warm skin against mine. In time. Right now I didn’t want her to see me in the shape I was in. I didn’t know how I would get around her not noticing.
She relaxed in my arms, and I caressed her back reassuring her we would never be apart again. Her fingers caressed my face as we lay in silence and held onto each other.
“You are so thin, Fabrice. I can feel your bones. I don’t know what has happened to you.”
“I didn’t care about anything, Isabella. You were all I cared about, and this fucking leg has really messed with me. I don’t know how I did my job. I really don’t.”
“Didn’t your mom see this? She had to see how much weight you lost?”
“My weight issue wasn’t this bad in Paris. When I came back to Washington, I couldn’t eat at all. Every day was a reminder of you. That office reminded me of you, driving to work I would look for a glimpse of you on the streets. And you know what else?”
“What?”
“I would drive to the restaurant and sit in the parking lot to see you leave at night. I’m surprised you never noticed. I would sit there and look for you.” Saying that made me sound like a nut case.
“Oh, baby. You were as miserable as me. I would work, come home, and go to bed. I thought about you every minute of the day. Sometimes I would stay with Avery until she got tired of hearing me sob all night long.”
“We’re pathetic.” I kissed the top of her head. Her body warmed me, and it was so good to hold her to me. If I died right then and there, I would have died a happy man.
She started to get up and move off the bed. “Well, let’s go downstairs and let me feed you or I can bring the food up here and serve you dinner in bed.
“Why don’t you let me take a shower and put on some comfortable clothes and I will be down in a few minutes.” Though I showered before she came over, I was covered in sweat and wanted to get cleaned up.
“Can I jump in with you?” she looked up at me with those chocolate brown eyes that melted my insides every time I looked at her.
“I don’t want you to see me naked. It’s pretty bad, Isabella. Soon, after you feed me a while. I can’t bear to have you look at me like this.”
She understood, thankfully and didn’t push the issue. As the hot water soaked my body, I hurriedly washed up and put on my sweats and a t-shirt. I wanted to be comfortable and be with her.
When I walked downstairs she was in one of my t-shirts and nothing else. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she was barefoot dancing around the kitchen. My heart melted seeing her like that. She didn’t know I was watching as she danced crossed the kitchen. I felt the darkness begin to lift.
“I’ve got something.” Gustan was on the other line.
Slipping into my suit coat, my pulse raced as I registered his words. I was at my D.C. office working and ready to head out to a meeting with the Vice President. I wondered if this call had something to do with my brother. Romain contacted me several times over the last couple of weeks. The last time, he mentioned his need to go to Paris and wanted to know if he could stay at the vineyard. I wasn’t comfortable with him there. First of all, this was Romain and secondly, I wasn’t convinced he wasn’t part of the Andrea connection. Gustan had been trailing him and still could not find Andrea.
“What do you have for me?” I asked, grabbing my notes and bag for the meeting. Isabella had bought me a leather messenger bag I loved. She liked to fill the pockets with snacks for me so she could fatten me up again.
“They may have found Andrea.”
“What do you mean may have?” You either found her, or you didn’t.
“Well, they think she was part of a training camp outside Yemen that was blown up yesterday. Forensics is still determining if the body parts of this woman is her. Have you talked to your brother today?”
“No, I try not to make that a habit. You want me to talk to him and see if he says anything?”
Gustan sighed, and I could hear him pounding his huge fingers on a keyboard. “No, let him contact you first”
I looked out my window to see Ronnie had pulled the SUV up to the door.
I needed to get my ass moving.
“Ok. I’ll let you know. I’m on my way to a meeting with the Vice President. Well talk later, Gustan.” I ended the call and rushed out of the office and down to the SUV. Ronnie was more talkative now that I was in a better mood.
“The Capitol?”
“Yes, Ronnie.”
“Smiling today, Ambassador?” Ronnie grinned at me. He knew Isabella was back. He’d picked her up several times.
“Ronnie, things are looking up.” I patted him on the shoulder.
“I would be smiling too, Ambassador. You are a lucky man.”
I plowed through the meeting like a new kid on the job. I was on top of it all without a blink of an eye. Fran, noticing my new lease on life, smiled at me several times and gave me a thumbs up. I smiled at her and whispered in her ear, “I may be eating a steak soon.” She knew what I meant and squeezed my hand. I knew what I was doing and was on my game all day. Nothing could stop me. I was so happy to be back and be the Ambassador again. General Monrou was impressed and relieved to see me commanding the meetings like the leader I was born to be. She was concerned about me and my mental status the past six months. She took over a lot of my work when I was too damn depressed to cope. I owed her a lot.
Gustan was instructed to stay with Isabella again. I didn’t want anything to happen while I was working. He agreed and followed her everywhere without her knowing. I spoke to Pierre and he convinced me that they were not getting any more communications from the terrorists. There was no chatter and basically, we could go about our lives as we did before the attack happened. I wasn’t that comfortable yet. There was still this small problem of Andrea or Assata still missing though her trail was looking cold.
