Monza (Formula Men #1)(14)
With an intrusive mother, my father actually was the polar opposite. Gianni di Medici was a reasonably fair man. He didn’t necessarily intrude into my personal business unless it was critical. We had a good relationship, but it was one that wouldn’t be considered close.
Not one single person I knew at the moment seemed to have any qualms about me being in bad shape. Even my best friends, Jacques and Andrès, had advised that I should seek help. I felt betrayed by everyone. I had no one—not a damn soul—who would simply be there without having to judge my actions. It was a saddening thought. It wasn’t so long ago where the three of us were thick as thieves. But I suppose, as we got older, things were truly shifting to place where we were gradually drifting apart.
Based on the negative spotlight on me as of late, I was actually wondering why FIA hadn’t called yet for my suspension. I had been fielding calls left and right from friends and acquaintances to media outlets, vying to get a word out of me. There were heavy speculations about my drinking and that there was a “reliable source” from the hospital that confirmed I had alcohol in my system during the time of the crash.
Sighing, I checked the time to see how long it had been since I had taken the pills. It had been five minutes of waiting for the medicine to relieve the pain. I was getting frustrated when it didn’t do anything, so I decided to sleep it off.
“The sun’s going to be out soon,” she happily observed as she looked up, admiring the beautiful, contrasting colors of the first signs of the dawn breaking into morning. She released a whimsical sigh before pressing her breasts against my chest.
We were on the hill in my family’s orchard where we had spent the night on a blanket underneath the lemon tree, surrounded by the invigorating, romantic scents of lavender and roses.
I knew it had only been a few days, and this was the first time we’d had sex, but I had never felt this peaceful state. It was refreshing, exciting to be with a woman who didn’t irritate me. Not only that, but her cute, quirky attitude and filthy mouth made her even more endearing. And after dealing with my mother’s pestering about taking on a wife from her meticulously selected roster, I knew I had to get her away…away from the chaos that was my life. There was no better place to take her on a short trip but here…to the place where I would gather my thoughts—my sanctuary—a place where I never brought any woman before until this very instance.
Faintly brushing her soft strands with my fingertips, I took in the simplicity of our setting and how right it felt to be cuddling with a woman, something I rarely did. I couldn’t even recall when the last time had been, if ever.
There was just something about her that simply enthralled me and kept me from being able to take my eyes off her, which was unnerving to say the least. The women I typically dated were vain, haughty, snobby women, so being with Kimberly was a nice surprise. It was a true novelty to be able to enjoy a woman’s company without having my credit cards being beaten to death by endless shopping sprees. That type of lifestyle, of course, was what I had grown up with, so seeing how much women spent on clothes and other frivolous purchases was my normal.
This, though? How could I fully describe it without sounding ludicrous? This thing with her was singularly beautiful in the most unconventional way. I felt as if something had lit and revived the dying embers of my soul, torching my entire previous existence before I was reborn.
She came into my life and completely changed me forever.
It was profound, yet I was still wary about the rest of the details: the commitment, the expectations, and all that entailed being in an exclusive relationship. I was weighing things out.
“Apart from having a beautiful family orchard, what else can you tell me about you? What do you like to do?” she broke into my thoughts, eyeing me expectantly. “You don’t look like a man fresh out of college, so I’m wondering what you do for a living, if you don’t mind me asking.”
What I did for a living? A part of me ought to have found it laughable. She was so innocent and na?ve, and I, the blasted man I was, wanted to enjoy the rarity longer before I told her the truth. For now, I could happily play along to satisfy her curiosity.
“I’m a driver of sorts, amongst other things.”
“Oh, like a transporter? I hope you’re not a drug dealer or any of that bad stuff.”
I frowned from her odd guess. “What makes you think that?”
“It was just a random thought, you know, since I love watching movies and all that. It’s quite a common trend these days.”
“Well, I’m not doing anything illegal, so that should put your worries away.”
I hesitated a moment, contemplating if I should tell her who I was. However, just as I was weighing it out, she shifted about enough to fully expose her supple breasts. From that moment on, I concluded that I was done talking and in dire need of action.
“That’s enough talking. I need you again, cara mia.”
“Again?” She feigned shock, making me grin like an idiot. “You’re an insatiable man, Luca.”
Oh, she had no idea what she had gotten herself into. “You’re in for some wet and wild fun, guaranteed.”
“You’re so arrogant sometimes. I’m surprised I find it so f*uking hot and sexy. It turns me on so bad.”
“I want to kiss you all over,” I seductively whispered as I watched her with hooded eyes.