My mood doesn’t improve throughout the day. Nonna and I go shopping for a dress for her to wear to the wedding. Then she manages to talk me into a decadent little lingerie shop. We spend a month’s salary on teddies, bras and panties to make a good marriage, Nonna tells me. All I can think of is Enzo not touching me last night. Once we get home I find a Mercedes SUV in the driveaway with Everett waiting on our doorstep.
“I’m sorry, have you been waiting long? Would you like to come in for something to drink or eat?”
“No, I’m fine. It’s only been about ten minutes. Enzo wanted me to make sure you got the keys to this and I take the Lexus. He’s donating it to charity. It’s going to a good cause.”
Sighing, I don’t bother to argue. It’s not something Everett has any control over. I hand him my keys and take the ones he has.
“So beautiful. I love this, safer too. Red, it’s your color.” Nonna laughs as she takes a bag into the house.
***
Enzo
I should be home already. In less than an hour my family will descend on my home for the first time. The caterer will arrive in ten minutes, the florist left a half hour ago, the cleaning crew was there for two hours this morning. Everything will look perfect, except it’s not.
I’m not sure where I fucked up, but I know I did. Chloe looks through me now. We can’t have a simple discussion without it devolving into an argument that is nothing like the ones we used to have, the ones I miss. I don’t know how to fix it. When she first saw me after I came back, she looked as if she was actually happy to see me, but then her face changed. Before I knew what was going on, she was walking away, and she’s kept going ever since. She’s beside me but she’s not here. The first night in the house I was sure we could take the time now that we had the privacy to focus on us, to fix us, only for her to walk away again. For a few hours I considered going after her, I had her phone tracked back to her two flat. Only for Russell to text me to let me know she was with him and he really needed her now, and to thank me for letting her stay over with him.
Last night I needed to finish things I had left undone at work. I was on my way up the stairs when Lillian stopped me to ask me to speak with her. We spent over three hours talking, mostly about Chloe but also my plans for our future. By the time I was yawning it was almost three in the morning and I was exhausted. It was all I could do to climb into bed. I wanted to pull Chloe into my arms, but I was asleep before I touched her.
The small box is mocking me for being a pussy. It sits in the middle of the desk where Pauline put it when she left almost an hour ago. I haven’t moved it, haven’t touched it. I have no idea why I can’t bring myself to give it to Chloe. The weekend we were supposed to spend on the boat, I was going to give it to her. I had it all planned out. Then everything went to shit. She hates her new ring, it’s written clear across her face every time she looks at it.
I pick up the box then put it in the top drawer, in the back where I can’t see it. Then I call down to Everett to let him know I’m ready.
I’m in the car before I remember to ask him. “Did she argue about the car?”
“No, sir. She didn’t look happy, but she’s been looking that way a lot lately.”
“Thanks for that, Everett.”
“No problem, sir. Wedding still on for this Saturday?”
“Yes, you smartass.”
“Just making sure, sir.”
“Shut up.”
At home I don’t see Chloe or Lillian on my way upstairs to change. Chloe is in the large walk-in closet, almost in a dress. My whole body goes hard as her eyes meet mine; thank fuck her eyes are turning silver with desire. I don’t think, don’t dare ask, afraid of the answer. I simply grab her and pull her to me. There is no resistance, her body melts into mine. The scent of her pussy wet for me has me lifting her onto the island, desperate for the taste of her. I’m too needy to do more than yank her panties to the side before I feast on her.
Small hands delve into my hair as she moans my name. Undressing with one hand isn’t easy but I manage it. Fuck, my cock is leaking everywhere. I’m not going to last long, it’s been too damn long. Intent on bringing her to orgasm before I get inside her and might not be able to last long enough to bring her there, I press two fingers inside her, finding that spot as I suck deep on her swollen clit. Thank fuck she’s screaming her orgasm in seconds. Aching, I’m aching to be inside her. I bring her down on my cock, wanting all of her on me, holding her by her waist as she sinks down with a sob. I know, angel, me too.
This position has me right where I need to be. For a moment I just savor the feeling, the scent of her all around me. Until I feel something I can’t explain. I open my eyes to find Chloe looking down at me, tears welling up in her eyes. Shit, my chest goes tight.
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”
She shakes her head. “I just missed you.” A hand strokes my face.
Relief makes me weak; I send a hand into her hair as I tug her down to me. Sweet, every kiss is sweeter than candy. I lose track of time, of the world until she begins squeezing from deep inside, and now I move. We both move, hungry, starving, desperate for the moment, for completion. I’m too close and she’s not there yet, damn it. I slide my hand between us to rub her clit; she screams my name against my neck as she comes. Holding her tight I follow her, I bury my own cry against her breasts.
For endless minutes I hold her tight, not wanting to let her go. “Enzo, we have to go downstairs. I’m pretty sure I heard the doorbell a minute ago.”
Sighing, I loosen my hold on her so she can slide down my body. When her feet are on the floor, my ego gets a boost as she sways. “Can you stand?”
One of those blushes I haven’t seen in forever appears. “I’m fine. Can you zip me up?”
She turns and I zip her into the silver dress. I had no idea we were right in front of a large mirror; I watch her turn to look at herself, then sigh. “I don’t know what you’re sighing about. You look gorgeous.”
Her eyes meet mine in the mirror. “I look like I’ve just been thoroughly fucked. I’m going to have to redo my makeup and my hair.”