to his place for the hottest night of my life, or why both the mob and the cops were suddenly very interested in me, or even why he kicked me out in the morning and had just called me nothing but a piece of sweet ass.
Those were all questions I was desperate to have answered, but they weren’t what I was thinking about right then. As Lorenzo stood there in his perfectly tailored suit, I thought about how much I wanted him to rip it right off so I could see his bulging muscles underneath, so I could run my hands over his washboard abs, and get one more glimpse at his massive cock. My mind started running wild, imagining him pushing me up against the wall and pulling my legs up around him like he had the night before. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I knew I was already addicted to him.
“First, I want to sincerely apologize,” Lorenzo sighed, his handsome face looking for all the world like a sad puppy. He really made it difficult to stay angry at him. “You don’t deserve to be treated the way I’ve treated you, Emma. You are a beautiful, amazing girl and any man would be lucky to have you. You deserve better.”
I nodded, glad at least for the apology. He didn’t deserve my forgiveness though. Not yet. I needed an explanation at the very least. It didn’t matter how hot he was or how much I wanted to have his cock buried inside me again, I wouldn’t let anyone treat me that way.
“I know you never expected to be involved in all this. It is my life. It always has been. So sometimes I forget just how crazy it all can seem to someone new,” he continued. “I just really liked you and wanted you and thought we could keep all that separate from my family and who I am. And then, when you asked me questions in the morning, I thought that you already knew who I was and were digging for information. It has happened to me before. Girls wanting to use me for my money, or to get close to my family, or even to pass on information to the cops. I realize now that I was wrong in jumping to that conclusion. I should have given you a chance before just kicking you out like that. I really like you. I want to give this, us, another chance.”
My heart raced in my chest. He did want me! But I still wasn’t completely satisfied. So much had happened and so much still didn’t make any sense.
“Alright, but even if that is all true, why did you just say that I was nothing more than a quick piece of ass to you?” I asked dubiously.
“I said that to get my father off my back, and off your trail. I know it sounded bad, but believe me it is much better if my father thinks I’m just an irresponsible guy looking to hook up with you. If he thinks you are someone I might be seriously interested in, he will want to vet you, interrogate you, have people follow you constantly. He is worried that I might let something slip if I spend too much time with you.”
“Oh.”
“He isn’t really a bad guy. I mean, the stuff he does is all for the family. He knows I don’t want to be involved and despite wishing I would follow in his footsteps he is letting me choose my own path.”
“And what path is that?” I asked, feeling much lighter. It was like a big metal chain had been wrapped around my heart since that morning and was now suddenly gone. I wanted to jump around and twirl, but for my totally exhaustion after such a crazy day.
“I own a gallery. I’ve always been really into art, ever since I was little. My mother loved art too and she taught me much more about it than I ever learned in school. Now I get to be surrounded by art every day.”
“I would like to see that.”
“I would love for you to come see my gallery. But please, first can I take you out on a nice, real date to apologize for everything? I would like to show you that I am serious about you.” His face looked pleading and I knew I couldn’t deny him.
“Okay,” I agreed. “But right now I