“He was sitting outside in his car when you left to go shopping.”
“Where?”
“Across the road, in his Ferrari.”
What?
“What did he say?” I ask.
“Nothing.” He hesitates and his eyes rise to meet mine once more and I know he wants to elaborate.
“Tell me.”
“He’s a very dangerous man, Francesca.”
“Not to me.”
“To you…more than anyone.”
I frown, confused.
“I was at that library all those years ago. I remember him declaring his undying love for you. Enrico had warned us all to keep him away from you at all costs.”
Oh…I think for a moment.
“It’s different now, that was before we found out that we were brother and sister.”
“Do you really think that would stop him?”
Our eyes lock in the mirror.
“If he wanted you. He would have you.”
“Antonio.” I give a subtle shake of my head. “I don’t think so.”
“I know so.”
“What makes you say this, anyway?”
“Because I see them all fall at his feet, I know the caliber of women he attracts, they can’t resist him. Nobody is off limits, he has no moral compass, he fucks nuns, Francesca.”
My mouth falls open in horror.
Nuns…what the ever-loving fuck?
“Why are you telling me this?” I snap, horrified.
“To warn you.” He pulls into the underground parking lot of my building. “If he’s turning up at your building, he has an agenda.”
“You don’t need to worry,” I say. “Thank you for your concern, but it’s not like that between us anymore, it’s really not. And besides the point, we are both in relationships with other people.”
Antonio’s eyes hold mine in the rearview mirror and I can read his mind as clear as day.
Liar.
The elevator door opens and I rush into my apartment on a mission, I grab my laptop, I drop to my couch and click on the link.
Sinita
“Sinita?” What’s a Sinita?
The screen opens up and I put my hand over my mouth in horror.
It’s Giuliano, naked and rock hard. He’s lying back onto his elbows and covered in oil on the side of a pool.
“What the fuck?” I whisper, horrified. A song starts playing, I’ve never heard it before but it has a very distinctive piece of music, it’s been added after, like dubbed in over the top of the footage.
It looks like it’s late at night, perhaps early morning. It’s dark, the area seems to be lit up by the pool lights. Giuliano is covered in oil, his broad body rippled with muscle.
His dick is hard…and big…and oh God.
A blond girl bends and takes his hard cock into her mouth, he smiles darkly and then turns to a woman with dark hair and tongue kisses her, I see their tongues dance together as his eyes flutter closed.
I can hardly breathe as I watch on.
The dark-haired woman bends and starts to suck him too, they take turns as he lies back on his elbows watching them take their turns. They are both drop-dead gorgeous, both covered in oil.
My God….
Giuliano’s legs are spread, the muscles on his stomach ripple with oil in the light as he moves, his cock is huge and engorged and just…. Oh.
I feel myself flutter with arousal.
The music gets louder and he reaches up and slides his fingers deep into one of the girls, my sex contracts as I shudder.
I can almost feel it.
“There’s my girl,” Marcel’s voice says.
Huh?
I look up to see Marcel is standing in the doorway.
What the fuck?
I slam my computer shut. “Hi,” I squeak. “Wha…. Wha…what…what are you doing here?” I splutter nervously. “I thought you were getting here tomorrow.”
“Surprising you.” He holds his hands out wide, “Surprise.”
“Great.” I fake a smile.
Damn it…I was kind of in the middle of something here.
Marcel takes me into his arms and hugs me, I’m hot and flustered and sickly aroused.
I look over his shoulder at the computer as it sits on the couch and a sense of dread fills me.
I want to know what’s going on inside that computer…and worst still, more than anything.
I want to watch him come.
I lie in the darkness and stare at the ceiling.
Antonio’s words come back to me. “If he wanted you. He would have you.”
In the darkest corner of my depravity, I wish that were true.
I close my eyes in disgust…God.
I’m the worst form of human.
Marcel and I made love tonight, only…when I closed my eyes, I wasn’t here in this room with him.
I was poolside with Giuliano.
It was his body that I saw, it was his body that I sucked. His hands that rubbed the oil into me.
And I was so hot for it, like never before with Marcel. I hit a new level of arousal.
It was Giuliano who made me come so hard…and he wasn’t even here.
A hot tear of regret rolls down my face.
I hate myself.
I lie on the deckchair by my mother’s pool, I’m being eaten alive by questions. I want to know about Angelina and Giuliano. “I know that we’ve never talked about Dad.”
She exhales heavily.
“I want to understand how….” I frown. “The dynamics of how it went down back then.”
“Why would you want to talk about that?”
“I don’t know, I guess I’m at an age where I want to understand it from your point of view. If you will just be honest with me today, I promise to never bring it up with you again.”
She exhales heavily. “What do you want to know?”
“Did you know about Angelina?”
“I knew that he fell in love with her before we met, but she lived in London and he married me.”
I frown as I listen.
“Just as he said in the letter, he went away for work and spent a week with her.”
“He told you when he got back?” I ask.
“No.”
I frown.
“He saw us both for years, she knew about me but I didn’t know about her. He had her set up in Lake Como in her own house, she was his official mistress. The whole of Milan knew about her, he paraded her around while I was at home looking after his children.”
My heart drops.
“He told her that he was only with me because of our children and that as soon as they were old enough he was leaving me for her.”
“Was that true?”
She shrugs. “Perhaps.”
“Were you sleeping with him?”
“All the time, we were closer than we had ever been.”
“How did you find out about her?”
“She came to see me.”
I sit up in my deckchair, surprised. “What?”
“She was fed up and wanted more from him.” She glances over. “She told me everything and I appreciated her honesty, she wasn’t the villain in this story, she loved him and was promised the world.”
“What happened then?” I ask.