Page 86 of Forgive Me, Father

It was times like these that I wish I could speak Italian.

I opened the door, and he looked as if he was going to blow a gasket.He kept saying no over and over.He kept it short.He was as passionate with his words as he was about fucking.

I walked over to him, but the moment our eyes met, I saw it, the "not now" look he gave me, his silent warning.But something inside me shifted, and in that instant, I didn’t care what Alfonso had said.

His chair faced me, and he continued to shoot me that look, a mix of frustration and control.Then he went back to his conversation and spoke sharply in rapid Italian.

I couldn’t catch all of it, but the tone was fierce, urgent.

Without thinking, I dropped to my knees in front of him.His gaze locked onto mine, and for a moment, there was nothing but the tension between us.I smiled, my hands moving to rub his legs, pressing firmly against him.

His eyes flickered upward, giving me that same warning, but I only smiled wider, not backing down.

He growled slightly as I rubbed his bulge in his pants, hard.

My fingers unzipped his pants and he grasped when I squeezed slightly, lifting my hand from his bulge as he answered the person on his phone.

I carried on with my other hand and fished his cock out of his briefs.I didn’t waste any time and place my mouth over the tip of his semi-erect penis.

Alfonso’s frustration was evident as he spoke to the person on the phone, his tone sharp and tense, clearly irritated by whatever was being said on the other end, but I could feel his cock getting harder.

He then grabbed my hair and started thrusting his cock inside my mouth.He still sounded the same.He cursed loudly at whoever was on the other side and slammed the phone down hard on the receiver.

He cursed in Italian and then came in my mouth immediately.I swallowed as he finished, and he opened his eyes, staring at me.

He spoke in Italian, and it sounded so frustrated.“Niente, niente.”

I burst out laughing and Alfonso laughed with me.Whatever he said, he didn’t explain it.He kissed me as his dick still lightly throbbed in my hands.

“You love it; I know you do.”

“Too much, that is the problem,” he replied.

“Are you okay?”It was my turn to ask the repetitive question.

“Just business, but I’m handling it.”

“Okay,” I smiled and got up, leaving him to handle his business.

I still had no idea where I was, but I guess this would be my life from now on.

TWENTY-NINE

THE LITTLE RUNAWAY

The next morning,I stepped into the kitchen and found Rosa already there, standing by the window, her sharp eyes tracking something I couldn’t see beyond the glass.

“Morning, Cami.Did you sleep well?”Her English wore a soft Italian accent, delicate but unmissable, like silk over steel.

“Like the dead,” I murmured, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

Her lips curved, amused.There was something knowing behind her smile, something that made me feel watched and welcomed all at once.

“You looking for Alfonso?”she asked, voice smooth, almost teasing.

I nodded.

“They are in the gym,” she said, gesturing with a flick of her fingers.“Down the hallway, you will find a staircase.”Then, with a conspiratorial wink, she added, “Follow the noise.”