Zane
I sat in my car for what felt like hours, staring at Terry and the half of the gold necklace in my hand. After I’d left the old man by himself, Terry had tried to con me into bringing her a drink.
“What’s all this?” Terry twisted around in the chaise until her tan belly folded over itself in a display of taut, tan muscle. “You leavin’?”
I grinned at her. Terry had been one of the hottest girls in school. She’d aged well, with high, firm breasts straining the front of her crocheted bikini. She suggestively traced a hand over her thigh when she caught me watching her, licking her plump lower lip and eyeing me over the tops of her designer sunglasses.
“’Fraid so, honey,” I told with her a wink as I climbed in my car. “And quit burning Pop’s food. He thinks you’re trying to kill him.”
Terry gaped. “Like hell I am,” she shot back in a thick Jersey accent. “That asshole can’t even see the goddamn plate most of the time!”
“Hey, watch it,” I said sharply. “He may be an old asshole, but don’t talk about my father like that. You’re his goddamn girlfriend!”
Terry pouted and looked at her ringless left hand. “Don’t remind me,” she said sourly. “I ain’t done waitin’ for that ring yet.”
By the time he’s ready to give you a ring, he’s gonna be done with you, I thought, but didn’t say it. Terry was a sweet girl, but it was fuckin’ obvious: what would a knockout be doing with someone like my father? Thinking about them fucking was painful. I didn’t even think he could get it up without the help of some Viagra.
“You’re gonna be waitin’ a long time,” I told Terry with a smirk as I climbed behind the wheel of my Porsche.
She pouted and adjusted herself on the lounge, stretching out and fanning her breasts with her hand. My cock twitched in my pants but I gave up the thought before it really took hold; fucking my father’s girlfriend would be like suicide. I couldn’t do that unless I really wanted him to cut me out forever.
But now that I was alone again, I pulled out the locket from Gianni and looked at it. No doubt about it, it was exactly the same as the one Isabella wore around her neck. It was two halves of a delicate heart that locked together on one side. I wondered what she’d do when I told her she was heir to a big fortune. Probably spit in my fuckin’ face, I thought with a smirk. Isabella had been hungry for sex and even hungrier for love. I almost felt bad about the way I’d kicked her out so ungracefully.
Almost. But not quite.
The front door of the house opened and I watched Lionel make his slow way outside, accompanied by a servant who looked just as old as he did. Terry squealed and got up from the lounge chair. She ran over to him and made a big show of throwing her arms around Lionel and kissing him on the cheek. I rolled my eyes as I watched the whole thing. When Lionel turned around, Terry looked over her shoulder and winked at me.
Nauseated, I drove away. At first, I didn’t know where my car was headed. But after a few minutes alone, it became pretty fucking clear. I was heading to Maison Bridges, to hopefully catch Isabella and let her know that she was in some serious trouble. At the thought of seeing her again, my cock stirred in my jeans. She was so delicious, so sexy. I wondered if she’d be wearing something that showed off those fabulous curves. Damn, I’m horny.
It had been a few weeks since I’d last gotten laid. The last couple of girls after Isabella really didn’t do it for me; they had both been a disappointment. One of them was a stripper named Alexis. I’d picked her up at a bar outside of town. On the way back to my place, she’d leaned over and given me head in the car. But once we got inside, I couldn’t stay hard. She was desperate to be fucked; the way she begged me was really something else. She even rolled over on her stomach and spread her legs and told me to fuck her up the ass — something I loved. But I couldn’t get hard, not even then. I kept thinking of Isabella and how explosive the sex had been. After that, Alexis had left in a huff.
I had to get my mojo back. Maybe seeing Isabella again would jar me back into reality — she couldn’t possibly be as hot as I’d built her up to be in my mind. That just wasn’t possible. Real life didn’t work like that. But as I pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot, a flash of arousal hit me hard. And besides, she was going to have to come with me. If I was going to protect her, that actually meant watching her. I wondered if I’d be able to get through another day without fucking her again. I didn’t think it would be possible. Isabella was one hot number. And if she still felt any shred of attraction to me, I was willing to bet she’d be mine again.
Maison Bridges was packed. I parked in the corner of the lot and swaggered inside. They were so busy that I was standing in the foyer for five minutes before a cute brunette girl walked up to me.
“Hi, table for one?” She winked at me and I felt my cock stiffen.
An image of myself and the brunette and Isabella, all naked and kissing, popped into my mind. Cool your fuckin’ jets, man, I told myself. You ain’t a fuckin’ kid anymore. Get your head back in the game. “Actually, I need to see one of your waitresses,” I said with a grin. “Isabella Bianchi. Is she around?”
The girl frowned. “She’s in the back,” she replied. “You want me to get you a drink while you wait? We’re really busy tonight.”
“This will only take a few minutes,” I lied. “I just need to talk to her.”
The girl nodded. “I’m Tammy,” she said with a friendly smile. “Why don’t you wait at the bar.”
I gritted my teeth. Getting rid of this broad wouldn’t be easy. “Fine,” I snapped. “Thanks.”
As I walked into the bar, I almost expected to see Isabella zipping around with a tray of drinks. But there was someone else behind the bar — a pimply, gangly-looking kid. He raised his head to me in a cordial nod but then went back to helping someone else. I rolled my eyes. If I wanted Isabella, I was going to have to go find her myself.
I flipped my collar up and strode through the restaurant. Even though I loved being flashy, I knew how to get through a room without attracting too much attention. It was a perk of being in the family business; we all knew how to slide under the radar when we had to. Sure enough, I made it to the back of the kitchen before anyone called my name. But by then, it was too late. I saw a flash of Isabella’s blonde hair move towards what looked like the exit doors. I licked my lips. Her ass was clad in tight jeans and she was leaning over, showing off those perfect curves.
I didn’t even know what I was going to tell her, but I knew I had to get her alone. I waited a couple of seconds by the door before pushing it open and walking into the alley. Isabella was crouched by a dumpster, apparently deep in thought. Just as I was about to ask her what was happening, she jumped and spilled one of the trash bags on the floor. Two men stepped out of the shadows and reached for her slim figure, grabbing her by the arm before she could even resist. One of them muttered something under his breath.
Before I even knew what I was doing, I walked forward and grabbed one of the guy’s other arms.
“Leave her the fuck alone,” I hissed under my breath. “You want me to come after you?”
The guy turned to me with a smirk on his face. Before he could say anything, I made my free hand into a fist, swung back, and then unleashed it on his face. He staggered back with the force of the punch. The other guy came towards me and I knocked him down with an easy punch. Just as I was about to step forward and kick the first one in the ribs, he stood up and backed away.
“Easy, easy,” the second guy said. “We’re just gonna be leaving now.”
Isabella had fallen to the ground. I was torn between making sure she was okay and going after those scumbags. In the moment it had taken me to decide, the other guy had climbed to his feet and they had both started to run. I heard the sound of their feet slapping the pavement grow fainter with every passing second.
Isabella looked up at me with a dazed expression on her pretty face. She was still as hot as ever, even though she looked more tired than she had when I’d first met her.
“Are you okay?” I helped her to her feet.
Isabella looked over herself and then nodded. “I’m fine,” she said softly. “Just shaken up. How did you know to come here? Why did you save me?”
Her blue eyes focused on mine and I was hit with a sharp bolt of lust. The way she was staring at me, with her hair mussed, her lips parted, and her breath coming in damp bursts…it was like we’d just fucked. I let my eyes run down her body and linger on her curves. Her perfect tits seemed even bigger than they had before, and I couldn’t wait to see her without a shirt on again. I wondered if she’d scream my name; I wondered if she’d ride my face until my tongue was numb from pleasing her.
“Don’t talk right now,” I advised. “You’d better come with me, Isabella.”